http://spin.willowcreek.com/c/blogs/arts_blog/archive/2007/12/31/the-room.aspxOn Christmas day, I sat with my family in the church that I was raised in and experienced a rush of memories and emotions. As a young child, I remember my father being baptized in that room….years later, I was baptized in that room…I remembered sittingenCommunityServer 2007 SP2 (Build: 20611.960)http://spin.willowcreek.com/c/blogs/arts_blog/archive/2007/12/31/the-room.aspx#4000Wed, 07 May 2008 13:51:02 GMT0f13730e-872a-45b8-8e14-b95aead6df61:4000Admin<p>This Christmas, the room for me was were we held our post-service, meet-n-greet. Person after person, I met folk who had just walked forward in our Christmas service to make &quot;ROOM&quot; for Jesus in their hearts. These folk, who God was now preparing a &quot;ROOM&quot; for in heaven, were easy to i.d. because each they were holding a beautifully wrapped gift box. Which was part of the invitation....to come forward and recieve the &quot;gift&quot; God has for you. It was really neat to see an entire family holding gift boxes-- trajectories and generations changed forever!</p> <img src="http://spin.willowcreek.com/c/aggbug.aspx?PostID=4000" width="1" height="1">