At the Easter EGGStravaganza, as Chris and the team were worshiping in the auditorium, I left the platform and was stopped by a woman who was sitting on the second row. In the midst of the joy of balls flying, upbeat music, and candy everywhere, this woman was sitting with tears in her eyes. I bent down to talk to her and she asked me how old the boy singing was.
“I’m a bit partial to that boy”, I replied, with the proud look of a mama on my face and my buttons just a-bursting, but I noticed her eyes never left my Christopher. I then told her he was 18, and he was my son. It was then that she looked at me, and the tears began to slide down her cheeks.
She went on to share that she had a son who was 23. He had passed away the year prior and that Chris reminded her of her son. I listened intently, all the while trying to avoid the 48" beach balls from boinging us in the heads. I knew this was a divine moment.
As she finished her story, we were both crying. It was then that I shared a portion of our lives from past few months. I shared about how that 18-year old boy on the platform, singing his guts out for the Lord, had just lost his father 4 months prior. She asked how he could be so happy, and I told her about the JOY that comes from knowing the Lord. She shared over and over again how thankful she was that she came to the event and that she would find a ride back to church the next day and the weeks to come.
The band finished their song, I hugged her neck and dried my tears. This woman’s story touched my heart in such a way that words fail to express. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that ministry happened that day, regardless if no message was preached from the platform. Easter eggs, wrapped in love, can definately change lives. They did mine. AMEN!!
