I stood before my church at the end of a Sunday morning service and, in my most solemn voice, said, “And now, I have a rather serious announcement to make.”
I let a hush fall across the auditorium, then said, “My family and I are going to be moving.” I let a few seconds pass and said, “from where we live now to right here in Mooresboro.”
I expected a few nervous chuckles and a “you got us” kind of reaction. Instead, the entire church body broke out into spontaneous and lengthy applause. I was not expecting that.
We had lived in our old house since before we started the church. The tiny house of 960 square feet served Dana and I well for a while, but when kids started coming along, it quickly got cramped. Several months ago, the Lord let us come across an incredibly unique opportunity, a large house in one of our favorite locations in the county that could be bought for pennies on the dollar. It had been severely damaged, so much so, that no one else really wanted it and no bank would finance it.
We took enough money out of our personal retirement account to buy it and to get the materials needed to fix it. Thanks to the work we had done through the years in the old church building, and what we did while building the new one, I knew how to repair all of the damage. And our sweet members, once we told them about it, let it be known that they were anxious to help with the labor as well.