"Michiganaries"

Today was our last day at OUR church - Bloomington First Church of the Nazarene. It was very hard for me. Pastor Scott announced that we were leaving (and we were only sort of booed) and then prayed over us. In fact, he invited others around us to gather and pray also. In his prayer he mentioned that they were "sending us out". I never thought of it that way. I was (again) so caught up in the "me" aspect of it, that I never thought that our time here was "training" and that we would be sent out. After the service, Pastor Scott even gave us a title - he called us "Michiganaries". It was awesome! Who knew? Who would have even thought? Almost like a Moses or David story - God using the most unlikely of characters. Neat.