Thursday, April 28, 2022 The Town of Lynn

When I was quite young, I used to tell my mom about Lynnieland. In my imagination, this was the land where all pre-born people resided until it was their time to be born. When their time came, they left Lynnieland by little chutes that brought them into their home on earth. Everyone in Lynnieland was named Lynn (of course), but only the best people retained the name Lynn after they were born (and the runner-ups got to have it as a middle name). It gets even better, for there was only one Queen of Lynnieland and guess who that was? Never let it be said that I didn’t have very grand delusions of grandeur. I imagine my mother chuckled to herself over this display of childish self-importance. Or perhaps she prayed that I’d grow out of it, which of course I did.

I couldn’t help think back to that story when we drove through the town of Lynn while we were on our Friendship Tour.

But it gets even better, for in that little town of Lynn, there’s a church for Lynn’s Friends…or something like that. 😉

Yes, here’s the place where all of you, my friends, can gather so we can worship our Lord together. For there is no Queen in Lynn, just the same King who rules in righteousness over all realms and all peoples. And that’s no delusion, that’s grandeur.

I’ll probably send this blog post down the chute in the morning.