Title: “For Such a Time as This: A Sunday Morning That Stirred My Soul”
Some Sundays pass by quietly — familiar hymns, gentle prayers, and the peaceful rhythm of routine. But then there are Sundays like this one… when heaven feels closer, when a single moment anchors itself deep in your heart and won’t let go.
That’s what happened this past Sunday morning at Family Worship Center.
As I sat among the congregation, surrounded by voices raised in worship, there was already a sense that something special was about to unfold. The atmosphere was tender but charged — like the calm before something sacred. And then Matthew stepped forward.
It wasn’t just that he stood behind the pulpit. It was how he stood — with quiet confidence, open hands, and a heart fully yielded to the Lord. From the very first words he spoke, there was no doubt: this wasn’t about performance. This was about calling.
As he began to share the gospel, something stirred in the room. His words weren’t loud or dramatic, but they carried weight — the kind that only comes from someone who’s been walking closely with God. His voice trembled slightly at times, not from fear, but from the holy responsibility of the moment. Every verse he quoted, every truth he declared, seemed to land with purpose — not just in our ears, but in our spirits.
I sat there with tears brimming, not out of emotion alone, but out of awe. Awe at what God is doing in him. Awe at the faithfulness of a young man rising to the occasion in a world that desperately needs truth spoken with clarity and compassion.
There’s a Scripture I’ve carried with me for years — Esther 4:14:
“Perhaps you were born for such a time as this.”
I’ve read it, prayed it, even spoken it over others. But on Sunday, that verse echoed with a new resonance as I watched Matthew. I believe with all my heart that God has raised him up for this season. Not for applause. Not for recognition. But for impact.
He is not stepping into anyone else’s shoes. He is walking his own road, with his own voice, and the Lord is directing every step.
I don’t know where this path will lead him — whether it’s more preaching, ministry, teaching, or something completely unexpected. But I know this: God has His hand on Matthew, and He’s not finished writing his story. Far from it.
And as for me? I’ll be watching, praying, and supporting — not just as someone who loves him, but as someone who sees what’s happening and can say with joy and confidence:
“This is real. This is the Lord. And this is just the beginning.”
Sunday was more than a service. It was a sacred moment. And I will never forget it.