7:30am. My favorite time to have meetings.

I’m kidding. You didn’t think I was serious did you? Some of you sickos are “morning people” and probably wholeheartedly agreed. But not me. Tuesday is the start of my work week, so Tuesday morning meetings that start before 9am are not usually my favorite. But I had one today. And it’s changed the way I view meetings.

The meeting started this way: “The last time we met like this was about a year ago, and you said something that I’ve thought about every day since.”

I remembered saying it. It was a pretty simple statement about leadership and character. It wasn’t anything profound or significant. John Maxwell would have been more pithy. Andy Stanley would have been more sticky. Dallas Willard would have been more weighty. Mark Batterson would have been more creative. But they weren’t there. It was just me. And the Holy Spirit.

I realized this morning that it wasn’t just a meeting. It’s not just an event on our calendar. The moments we spend with people may include the moment God wants to speak something significant to them. They may be the moments where we encounter the places the Celtic Christians referred to as “thin places” where heaven seems to meet earth. These aren’t meetings. They are prophetic opportunities.  If we will just be available and keep one ear to the person and one ear to God, we may find that we aren’t being driven by the insanity of a schedule but by the holy chaotic leading of the Holy Spirit.

When I look at my schedule from now on, I don’t want to see appointments. I want to see opportunities.