Chip is an old friend of mine (that’s his artsy mug to the left). We met while I was on staff at Forest Hill Church, gathering the initial launch team for Threshold. Both of our roles fell under the Outreach Division, and we were prayer partners for about 9 months. He’s a really good guy, but unfortunately we rarely see each other anymore.
Since I last spent time with Chip, he has published a book, called Thin Places, personal stories of the surprising collisions between the human spirit and the presence of God.
I ran into Chip this afternoon, and he gave me an autographed copy. And he immediately pointed me to Chapter 11, titled “Did Your Father Ever Come to Your Football Games.” The chapter recounts an episode in Chip’s life when he was struggling with some things in 2002, and called a friend to chat about them. I was that friend. He recalls – though I honestly had forgotten – that in the midst of this tough conversation, I asked him that very question: did your dad ever come to your football games?
Honestly, i really don’t remember asking him that, and I only vaguely remember the encounter. Of course, I am almost 10 years older now, so that’s no real surprise. But it’s also my point. I responded to a friend in need and asked him – led by the Spirit, I’m certain – just the right question. My life went on. I forgot about it. But Chip’s was forever altered for the better.
We all have influence. We all have friends who need us. To listen. To ask. To care. To be forever altered for the better.
Who might be Chip in your life today?
How will you respond?