I was asked to speak this past Sunday at the Live Oak Vineyard. (The Live Oak Vineyard is the merger of the Arcadia Vineyard and the Monrovia Vineyard, which my family and I have been attending for about a year. Although our family is deeply committed to our small faith-community, attending the Vineyard has provided much-needed opportunities for my children to be involved in youth ministry.)
Michael and I were sitting together during the musical worship portion of the service. I was praying, and quite honestly, fretting over my talk because I knew I wasn’t as prepared as I needed to be. Michael, reached over, and with tears, began praying for me. It was a moving and articulate prayer. Then he got up, went to one of the communion stations and brought over elements for he and I to share together.
Frankly, the sermon was mediocre. But that moment with my son was very powerful. He was my intercessor and cheerleader yesterday. And it made me proud!