He was probably the worst preacher I would ever hear.  But no one felt that our time was wasted.  Sean was a 19-year-old college student who felt called to the ministry.  No one had helped him prepare his first sermon.  He had not been schooled in public speaking. 

Most of us had come to the evening worship service to cheer for Sean and to let him know that the church was praying for him and standing with him.  We had held our breath as this freckled-faced, 10-year-old buzzed energetically through the church corridors.  We watched with interest as he grew up, as he traversed through those troubled teenage years and landed on the other side as a young man who felt called by God to share the good news of God’s redeeming love.

I feel the same thrill when I wait for Jack or Dan to answer a simple question during a discussion session at a Special Gathering Bible study.  When Terri asks to be the person to open our class in prayer, my heart experiences a chilling excitement of joy, because I know that she is perhaps the shyest person I’ve ever met. 

This isn’t a waste of time.  It is the joy of seeing Jesus’ empowering love penetrating into a life and producing a disciple.