At the back of the Anchor sanctuary, surrounding the entrance, are a whole bunch of paper crosses. Each bears the name of somebody who needs Christ.
On August 30, at the end of the service, Pastor Tim invited people to come to the front, take one of the paper crosses lying there, and write the name of somebody they were concerned about who was not yet a Christian. After writing the name, they went to the back of the sanctuary and taped the cross to the wall.
Some people wrote the first name of a person–Dan, Bobby, Sandy, Al, Rosa. Others referred to a person anonymously. Here are some of the “names” on those crosses.
- Neighbor
- My sons
- Family
- Me
- Brother
- Stranger
- Son
- Myself
Isn’t that cool? I was moved as I stood there and read the crosses, realizing the connections among our people with the lost, and recognizing that Anchor people really care.
It was also cool knowing that at least two persons in our midst realize they haven’t yet turned their lives over to Christ, and that they need to. Way too many churches don’t have people like that attending regularly. We have an atmosphere where it’s okay to not be a Christian, to still be on the journey toward Christ. To still be a seeker. I love it.
