Anyone who knows me, knows I am not a movie person. It’s a rare day that I feel the urge to sit down and watch a movie completely through. It’s even rarer for me to be able to quote movie lines.
So you can imagine my surprise when I started hearing a random movie quote in my head during the Sunday morning sermon.
If you ask them, they will come.
Okay, so it’s not an exact movie quote, but it’s pretty close. Even I knew it was very similar to what actor Kevin Costner heard in the movie Field of Dreams.
I don’t even know if I’ve ever watched Field of Dreams from start to finish. I seem to recall the main character (played by Costner) heard a mysterious voice telling him, “If you build it, he will come.” The IT was a baseball field which Costner built in the middle of a bunch of corn (I think). I’m not really sure who HE is, but a bunch of famous ball players from days gone by show up in the middle of the field to play a game after the baseball field is completed. I guess one of them was the HE that Costner was looking for or something.
See, I really am no good when it comes to playing the movie game. My mind just doesn’t work that way. Hopefully, I’m close enough to the ballpark though with my pathetic attempt at summarization.
(Yep …. pun intended.)
While I may not be able to fully explain the Field of Dreams quote, I do know the exact meaning of what I heard at church on Sunday, as well as who said it to me.
Sunday morning I almost didn’t go to church. A messy house and the possibility of another family coming over for lunch after the worship service on top of an aching foot had me debating whether or not I had a good reason to stay home. In the end, I decided I could wear my nicest flip-flops to church (and thus ease my foot pain), throw food into the crockpot for lunch, and enlist the help of several children to surface clean the worst spots of the house. If I had chosen to stay home, I would have missed out on a huge blessing.
Early in the service, I noticed an unfamiliar family walk into the sanctuary, and felt an immediate tugging in my heart, letting me know I needed to go meet this couple. So, during the short break between our music service and the Bible teaching, I made my way over and introduced myself to them. David and Heather Evans told me they were missionaries from New York, here for a short 3 week stay in Cajun Country. I found out they homeschool, and since I do as well, suggested that perhaps we could have a park day while they were in the area. I figured that would be that, and headed back to my seat for the sermon.
But things didn’t go as I thought, for there was the Voice in my head that started talking to me almost as soon as Pastor George began to preach.
Go back after the service, and talk to Heather and David. Invite them for lunch. If you ask them, they will come.
Mentally, I started to resist. “I’m sure they have plans already. Besides, they don’t know me at all. What sort of folks would come over to eat with a random family? It will be embarrassing if they turn me down. And what if I don’t have enough food …”
Again, the Voice whispered:
Invite them for lunch. If you ask them, they will come. … They will come. … Ask. They will come.
Sighing, I leaned over to Jon and whispered, “I met this couple during the greeting time. I think God wants me to ask them to come eat lunch with us. What do you think?”
Without any hesitation, Jon said, “I think you better ask them.” A moment later, he leaned back over and said, “Good thing the Guidry’s aren’t coming to eat with us after all. At least we’ll have enough food.” Up until that point, I had not known Brandon and Neta’s family wouldn’t be joining us.
So it was settled. Only, I still felt nervous and uneasy. Not so much about how they would answer my invitation. After all, I knew how it was going to end. The Holy Spirit had already told me. And yet, there was the worry and doubt. What if they didn’t like the food I had prepared? Our family has a strange diet, especially for this area. No gluten. No dairy. What would we talk about? I didn’t know anything about them, other than the information I had learned during our brief introduction. Would our kids get along? Their oldest was the age of our youngest.
Following the service, Jon and I immediately walked over. What happened next was completely unexpected. After I introduced Jon, he began to talk with David about their missionary work. David told us how he worked with the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, particularly with the sport of ice hockey.
My first thought was one of disbelief. Ice hockey in Louisiana? Lafayette is actually home to the Ice Gators, a minor league pro hockey team. While they have plenty of fans in the area, I don’t know a lot of kids who participate in ice hockey. It sort of reminded me of my 90 year old grandfather, who upon joining the US Army during WWII was immediately shipped off to Colorado where he was trained as a medic in the snow ski patrol. Here he was, a young Louisiana boy, who had never climbed a mountain or put skis on his feet, trying to save the lives of others while doing both of those things.
The very next thought to come into my brain was, “Why does ice hockey ministry sound familiar to me? Don’t I know someone else who does this too?” Then it hit me. I did know another family who shared Christ through ice hockey. So I said, “You know, I think I know some folks who do something similar. They live in North Carolina, though.”
David said, “Really? Well, we have some ministry partners in North Carolina. Can I ask who you know?”
“The Wagners. Scott and Kristin.”
“You are kidding me!” He gasped. “You know Scott Wagner? I work with Scott! How do you know him?”
Heather and Jon stood there gawking. I laughed. It was almost too absurd to be true … and yet it was.
I had first met Scott and Kristin at Gum Branch Baptist Church in Hinesville, Georgia. In fact, I think Scott was the first person I met at the church. I had only been in town for 3 days. I had my two boys, ages 3 and 1, and was seven months pregnant with Julia. My family had moved into a rental home, but our furniture hadn’t yet been delivered due to a delay with the Army movers. When the Wagners found out that our furniture wouldn’t be delivered for nearly a month, they rounded up several chairs, a small dining table, a couple of air mattresses, and even a small TV for us to use. Kristin invited me over to wash clothes, so that I wouldn’t have to drag two toddlers to a laundromat.
I could rave for hours about the Wagner Family, and how they blessed me and my family immensely during our three years of life in Georgia. Joel loved their son Josh, who was a year or so older. In fact, for years whenever he would write a story for school, he used the pen name “Josh Terry” a combination his two favorite people on earth at that time, Josh Wagner and his Papa, my father Malcolm Terry. And Tori Wagner, their daughter, had a special relationship with Nathan. For most of his young childhood, Nathan expected every babysitter to be exactly like Tori, and he was always disappointed when they weren’t. While I’ve only really kept up with the Wagners through Facebook in recent years, the memory of their Christ-like love to our family has stuck with me for the past decade.
With a smile, I said to my new friends, “Well, I was already planning to ask you to join us for lunch, but now I feel like I know you so you must come eat with us!”
Heather said, “Oh, we’d love to … but we kinda have a special diet. We don’t eat gluten.”
“That’s perfect” Jon said, looking at me with a knowing grin, ” We eat gluten-free too.”
Just like the Holy Spirit told me, David, Heather and their four beautiful kids did come to our house for lunch. We enjoyed a great visit, which lasted most of the afternoon and included sharing our favorite God stories. I felt immediately comfortable with them, just as I had with the Wagners a decade ago.
I’m grateful to the Lord, who brings us full circle, through blessings and difficulties and back to blessings. It was Him who, on a Sunday morning in Georgia, introduced me to the Wagner Family. He was with me as I suffered through a divorce. He blessed me with a new husband, and used a medical crisis in his life to force us to follow a gluten-free diet. And brought it all full circle on another Sunday morning ten years later, when I heard His whispers in my head, meet the Evans Family and feasted with them on the encouragement of God.
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good,[a] for those who are called according to his purpose. ~Romans 8:28
What’s your God-story this week?
Feel free to share, because there is nothing more encouraging than recognizing God in the little and the big things of life.
2 thoughts on “Coming Full Circle”
I love your blog, Paige. I can especially relate to the way God prompted you to invite those people to dinner. Sometimes it’s like, “Naw, He didn’t really just tell me that, did he?” Then the answer comes, “Yep, it’s Me, and I want you to do this. And I say to myself, “Well, it’s probably not the devil who’s telling me to sign up and volunteer to help paint a giant birthday cake for the city’s 250th Anniversary Parade.” So I do.
Thanks for the encouragement! I appreciate when others can relate to my experiences … especially my experiences with God. 🙂