When I was twelve years old I felt a pulling on the inside of me, a drawling toward faith and service to God, a Calling. Since that time, the Calling has pulled and pushed me in one direction – ministry. I went to Bible College straight out of high school – over 400 miles away from home. I met my wife at Bible College, although we did not date until after graduation. After I graduated Bible College (a two year school), I stayed at the local church associated with the school as a volunteer drama minister leading a team of 20-30 young adults and youth. One of the youth on my team was the daughter of the man that gave me my first job working with computers.
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Did He Just Say That?
So, I’m in the car (I should have been on my bike, but I’ll save that for another post) and I’m listening to Christian radio. There is a preacher on and although I didn’t catch what he was preaching on, I did hear him say:
“We must be consistent on a regular basis“
WHAT? I thought, sure – we really shouldn’t be consistent on an irregular basis. This thought really tickled my funny bone until I stopped laughing long enough to consider what I was laughing about.Â
Its late (about 1:15 in the morning) and I haven’t typed out all my thoughts on the state of Christian outreach. I’ll assume the preacher on this station is a good man and that he simply had a ‘GWBush’ moment. But the moment on the radio underscored my impression of our efforts to reach the ‘lost’. We don’t sound intelligent, we don’t sound like we understand the message we preach.Â
I hear TV preachers and radio preachers and it seems to me that most of the time dedicated to christian media outreaches is spent raising funds so we can be on TV or Radio. We fundraise so we can continue to pay for our fundraising activities. I know this has little to do with a preacher that misspoke on a radio program…
The Door Swings Open
Without my bike (flat tire), I had to choose – ride the bus the whole way to work, or drive the car. I chose to ride the bus. I have not walked the long walk from my house to the bus stop in months. I forgot how long it takes to walk that half mile, and so I missed the bus. Not by much, I was about a football field’s length away when the bus went flying by me and past my stop. I had thirty minutes until the next bus was scheduled to come by…