We were scraping pennies when we got married.
Our honeymoon was at my Aunt’s camp in Lincoln NH. We always loved the mountains and felt like it was paradise up there.
Our first Sunday morning, we were looking for free things to do because we had very little money to spend. We read in the paper that there was a church service on Loon Mountain. That sounded nice. So, we went, more because it gave us the free chair ride to the top than it had to do with going to church.
The service was outside with mountains in view. The handiwork of God’s creation was undeniable. The pastors daughter sang “Amazing Grace” acapella and her voice floated through the mountain air. I cried through the whole song but I didn’t know what had got into me. I think Scott was a little embarrassed. He just held my hand and looked straight ahead, but his heart had been moved too.
photo from LoonMinistry.org
We filled out this little card and checked the box that we wanted to be contacted. If this was church, we wanted more of it.
A few days after we got home, we got a package in the mail and a note. The Pastor at Loon had sent us a Bible, some tracts, and a list of churches in our area to attend. He called a few days later and helped us find our first church outside of the Catholic churches we had always attended. It was the beginning of our walk of faith. Scott wore that Bible to shreds reading it.
A few years later, at a different church an altar call was given. Scott’s hand went up and I thought, well if he’s doing it, I’m doing it too. That’s how we were. We did things together, side by side.
My daughter got married in May and she and her husband moved to Lincoln. To Loon. To help with that very same ministry that got her parents started many years ago. You know in Genesis when they come and tell Abraham that Sarah will have a baby, and she over hears them and laughs to herself thinking how crazy it all sounded? I totally get that, because if someone tried to tell me then how my life would have unfolded, I would have laughed at it all too.
That little town of Lincoln, where our lives began, holds so many sweet memories for me. I’m willing to bet that Scott’s slice of heaven has a little bit of Lincoln NH in it.
This past weekend, I felt so thankful that we had gone up the chair ride that October day in 1995. So thankful that though we weren’t searching for God yet, He was seeking us. Thankful that our hearts were touched that day and began our journey of finding our faith and hope and trust. Thankful that the seed planted that day had grown mightily and carried us through the most difficult days of our life, and still carries me through as I now journey it alone.
We had no idea what our lives held that day many years ago. We were just going for the free ride. Funny how what God gives away so freely really is the thing that should cost us the most, isn’t it?