(Note, this actually happened on May 30 – it’s just taken me a few days to get it to the point of feeling it is ready to share). A few weeks ago, I wrote about a concert that the Potter’s House Gospel Choir gave. It gave me hope. You can read that here.
This morning, I saw something else.
I saw promise.
I saw promises made and promises that came true.
Come with me.
It’s about 7:10 and the principal and a few other staff are putting the finishing touch on lining up chairs in the cafeteria. There’s a great big circle of chairs.
Hmmm, this doesn’t look like the prayer services that I’ve been at before.
A few of the seniors come in, a few parents do as well. No one is quite sure what to do. But the kids know and they start sitting down in the circle of chairs.
Before long all of the chairs are filled by students. Around the circle, parents and teachers are just kind of wandering, talking amongst themselves. Sharing relief that their student made it, sharing the happiness of an accomplishment, sharing stories of growth (and stories of white water rafting and baseball games at 2:00 in the morning in the Indianapolis airport).
Little by little over the next 10 to 15 minutes, people drift in. And then all of the chairs are full and the principal welcomes all of us to a time of prayer. He opens with a prayer and then says that for the next 30 minutes or so, it’s time to pray for the seniors.
And then it happened.
It started with just a few quiet prayers. And it grew.
And it grew.
Parents praying for their own kids.
Parents praying for their kids friends.
Parents praying for the kids of their friends.
Teachers praying for every student.
Teachers from the middle school came over to pray for these “their” students.
Administrators praying over every student individually.
Prayers of thanks for what God has done for them. And through them.
Prayers of support as they venture into the “unknown.”
Giving thanks and celebrating God’s promises kept.
Claiming God’s promises into the future.
And you could feel the atmosphere shift in the cafeteria. It wasn’t the lunch room at school.
It was a place of worship. And God was doing something special.
He was saying, “These are my children. I’ve got them.”
Just as the parents were feeling the emotions of a milestone, whether easy or hard, God was saying, “Have hope for the future. I’ve got them.”
Just as the seniors were feeling the mixed emotions that come at a time like this, God was saying, “Have hope, my child, I’ve got you. Trust me and hold on to my promises”
I’ve seen hope and I’ve seen promise.
And I see a class of high school graduates who have both and have them for such a time as this.
God is good, all the time.