So this weekend the church that we’ve been visiting and almost decided on joining, Fellowship Bible Church, had a weekend called “The Church has left the Building.” Basically, they cancelled all the standard services and told everyone in the church to go serve the community, however that looked for them. So a lot is going down this weekend.

Lyndsay and I volunteered at El Shaddai Christian Church, a local hispanic congregation. We painted, caulked, and did various other construction projects around the church. This is a hispanic church that Lyndsay and I drive past every week on our way to church and we see it packed out with folks…so it’s exciting to help out with what God is doing to minister to hispanics in Nashville.

So anyway, Lyndsay and I, along with a couple other folks painted a nursery room. Not especially stressful. Not hard labor. But it was good to get to do something, and to meet a few of the folks from the church who were there and even made us burgers and lemonade.

Lyndsay had a great time especially. She’s really excited about hispanic ministry. I think it’s because occasionally she gets a hispanic patient in her office and she loves the challenge of communicating. She also really likes the patients themselves, and she says that they’re the nicest and most thankful of the folks she usually sees.

But on to my story, and the picture up top. So we painted this nursery room and came home. As I was changing to get ready to go out, I noticed a paint stain on my jeans. Not a big deal, I had a few of them…but when I looked closer at this one, it actually looked like something…a face. And the more I looked at it…it kinda looked like one of those faces where someone says “I saw the face of jesus on a tree in my backyard!” or something like that. So I took a picture and I thought I’d share.