At the end of the weekend I thought back and wondered if all the peeps that showed up got what we were trying to say. Beyond all the music, preaching, painting, pictures, crowds, dancing, ushering, discussion guiding, decision making…Did they understand the messy gift the cross was?
I hope so. In fact, I think so.
But you know who I want to ask? The guy who won’t come back until next year. He’s the one I want to ask.