PromiseKeepers -- Fort Wayne

I attended PromiseKeepers over the weekend. This year's slate of PK events started in Fort Wayne, and it's the first time Fort Wayne has hosted an event. Neat. I attended many years ago in Indianapolis--I think it was the first year they took the conventions national. But I haven't been to one since. Didn't care to fight the traffic in Indy. But Fort Wayne--hey, Fort Wayne is easy.

When I signed up online several months ago, I bought a second ticket to give away to somebody, though I didn't have anybody in mind. As we got into May, I began asking some people, probably five different guys from my church. None could go, or they were already going. Finally, on the Sunday before PK--crunch time; I needed to find somebody that day--I looked out on the congregation as I played the keyboard and my eyes stopped on one fellow with whom I don't think I had ever spoken. I had one of those "heart promptings" that God likes to inflict on people. So as soon as the service ended, I walked up to him, tapped him on the shoulder as he headed down the aisle toward the door, and asked him if he was interested in going to PK.

You bet he was. Joe was wanting to go, and a friend in some other town said he might be able to get him a ticket for $5. But that hadn't come through, and Joe figured he wouldn't be able to attend. So I offered him a FREE ticket--a better deal than $5--and he gladly accepted.

On Friday, we met at the church to carpool. Joe and I had 20 minutes together just to get acquainted. Turns out we lived about 60 miles from each other for a while in the 1970s, when we both lived in California.

The Friday night kick-off was outstanding. My new friend was evidently very moved by it.

And now I'll give an example of how God's economy works. How he multiplies things.

PK had 1000 tickets left. Somebody bought them all, and offered them to the crowd--go invite a friend and bring them on Saturday, gratis. Joe came back on Saturday morning with two others. Not only that, but they evidently came VERY early, because they had seats on the very front row on the floor. Premium seats. The rest of us were up on the second or third level, but we spotted Joe. My heart leaped during the afternoon, when an altar call was given, and I saw Joe leave his friends, walk into the open area between the seating and the stage, and kneel on the concrete floor.

Back to God's economy. I bought one ticket. God multiplied it, turning it into a ticket for three people who otherwise wouldn't have attended PromiseKeepers. Pretty cool. Only God pulls off stuff like that.

Posted on May 24, 2005 07:06 PM|

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