We’ve been on vacation for two weeks.  We didn’t do anything spectacular.  I didn’t preach anywhere.  We didn’t lead anyone to the Lord.  I shot a turkey.  We caught some blue gills.  I caught a couple trout.  We took naps, read books, went for walks and ate what we wanted.  We had devotions every morning.  We went to church.  It’s really interesting being a visitor.  I’m nervous in those situations.  I wore blue jeans, tennis shoes and left my shirt hanging out.  My beard wasn’t trimmed and I looked really tired…because I was.  Maybe I’m vain, but I thought people were looking at me and wondering if I had a hangover.  I didn’t.  I wanted to hear God’s Word—and did.  I wanted to worship God—and did.  I wanted to be reminded that there are other places that preach and celebrate the glories of Jesus Christ—there are!  I felt weak—I am.  I needed the reminder that there is a strong God, that He is at work and that in spite of my anxiety and fear, He reigns, He loves me and He cares.  I think a lot of people come to church in need of hope and the reminders of God’s greatness.  If you see someone you don’t know on Sunday; no matter how they’re dressed, how they look or what you may think their Saturday night was like; let’s welcome them as image bearers of God.  Let’s pray they will be comforted in God’s presence and strengthened in His love.  Let’s pray they’ll be saved if they’re not and thankful if they are.  Every person has a story and a wobbly heart—God wants to give them life and make them holy.  Let’s be a part of what He is doing.