The God who keeps his promises

Jeff Lucas reflects on 46 years of marriage, ministry, and the temptation to blame God for broken dreams

I was anxious, and the gathered crowd nervous for me. I was standing at the front of church but, for once, the source of my unease was not an upcoming sermon. 

It was my wedding day. And the bride was nowhere to be seen. 

The morning had dawned bright and beautiful. A honeymoon was planned, and then we would begin our married life as church planters. We’d gathered a small congregation, hopes were high, but finances were low. In drawing up a wedding list, we prayed some might forsake the customary toaster and just give us cash. But armed with God’s promises of presence and help, we were ready to embark on our adventure.