Welcome Heart, Sue Donaldson, Speaker

I got to tell my sister's story this past weekend at a workshop on "making connections" (for the sake of community and Christ) - so I threw out some Pringles boxes to any gals who promised to invite someone to get together this next week. Here's Lori's story - for those who may not know just how Pringles can make a significant connection in the Body of Christ:

It was 10 degrees or so in Wisconsin today, but hearts quickly warmed around a simple lunch in a pastor's home. My sister (a darling pastor's wife in Horicon) called me today to say that she had the BEST time and wasn't God good and this is just what she needed - "something jolly!" Her friend, Kathy, another pastor's wife whom she sees about 2 times a year, invited her over. Kathy said, "Well, the Lord put you on my mind, and I've found that when He does that, the person usually needs to talk or I need to talk." Right on both counts. They both talked up a storm, and Lori was elated.

Why? This was the first time anyone had invited her over in the two and half years they've  ministered there in the middle of a cornfield near the Horicon marsh. First time. She practically yelled into the phone- "And guess what we had to eat? Canned soup, Subway sandwiches and Pringles!" She added, "I love Pringles - I almost told her to just put the whole can on the table!"

Kathy said, "I'm not here to impress you with my cooking, but I was gone all day yesterday, and God put you on my mind, so that's that! Now, how are your kids?"

Lori went on to share the hard journey they are on right now - their eldest has chosen the path of the Prodigal, and she had cried just that morning. Kathy was quick to say they have experienced the same thing with their oldest, and he has begun to turn around. They talked, they cried, they prayed. Lori took notes on the tablecloth (it was paper) and then brought it home with her! (Who needs a journal when you have a tablecloth.)

And, we all need a friend. Invite someone over. You can borrow my can opener. They need your table (and maybe your tablecloth) more than they need a culinary feast. Don't wait two years. It may be your pastor's wife who needs your Pringles.