Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Jumpin' Jelly Jars


For some time, I have been a promoter of, disk jockey for, and a lover of, Southern Gospel music. Over the years, I have had the privilege to meet and listen to some of the finest quartets and singers in the business.

As I have promoted concerts, I have seen a number of items for sale on artist's tables. The items can range from CD's to magazines, to t-shirts and other promotional items. But this is the first time I've seen this item on an artist's table.

McCray says that his jelly is selling like, er, hotcakes, to mix metaphors. I like jelly myself, but this is new to me. Maybe the Doves can come up with their own label. "Dove Jelly?" Nah, it doesn't have a ring to it.

Speaking of concerts, we will be hosting the Doves in concert in DeRidder LA at the Fairgrounds Pavilion on Saturday, January 16. Come by and say hello.

Now they say that they are offering muscadine jelly on their table as well. I hear it has some healthy benefits.

Healing for the body and soul at Dove Brothers' concerts?

Time will tell.

Meanwhile, pass the bread.

Friday, December 18, 2009

He Rode In From The Past, Final Chapter

He was left alone with his daughter that night. She began to be upset and agitated. She said, "Daddy, I don't want to be away from you."

"How's that?" He asked.

"Daddy, when I die, I'm going to heaven and you're going to Hell. We will be forever separated."

That was the turning point. My friend decided to attend church that night and join his wife in the pew. Soon he turned his life over to Jesus Christ and became a changed man.

He was changed in life direction and changed in his calling.

Gary soon became a worker and minister at his church. Over time, the church allowed him to go out and start a "Biker church" to reach people just like himself. This ecclectic gathering reaches people that many in the "established churches" don't want to mess with. They are located in a crack neighborhood. Many of the attenders have addiction issues as well as other hangups. The neat thing is that they don't know what a traditional church is. They don't even know how to act.

Pastor Gary tells me that he sometimes has to go to people and say, "No, we don't do that here." His wife suggested he write these incidents down for future book. Gary says, "I really don't want to remember!"

I became pastor of the more established and traditional churches. But our paths crossed again a little over a week ago. It sure was good to catch up on old times and acquaintances. Some of the people we grew up with now go to his church. One has come out of prison and is leading their addiction recovery ministry.

God uses broken people. Really, though, that's the only kind of people he has to use. We are all broken in some way.

Some just are more broken than others.

But it takes all of the same amazing grace to save and change us all.

I'm so glad to have caught up with this brother in the ministry again. I look forward to preaching at his church on a Tuesday night soon.

Look for me there.

Just don't look for me to ride in on a 'cycle.

Now, that's another story....

Friday, December 11, 2009

He Rode In From The Past, part 2


We both married a year out of high school. He was living down in southeast Texas. I was still in my hometown. After that, our lives took different turns but resulted in our sharing a common calling.

Gary got involved in motorcycle gangs and the whole lifestyle, eventually becoming a national officer. He was injured in an industrial accident and returned to his hometown.

A couple of years after I married, I felt called to ministry. Deborah and I quit our jobs, sold our home, and moved to Marshall, TX for me to attend East Texas Baptist College. (Now University.)

Gary's daughter and later his wife began to attend church, mainly because Gary wanted his daughter to have some morals. He wanted this for his daughter though he admits that he had no morals himself.

I graduated from college, later seminary and began to pastor churches. My wife and I began to raise our two sons. She continued her education which will soon result in a Ed.D in nursing education.

Gary's wife is a visiting nurse.

As Gary's daughter attended church, later his wife did so as well, he wanted no part of "church." That was fine for them, but not for him.

Over time, his daughter gave her life to Jesus Christ, then his wife did as well.

Then one night it happened...

(To be continued...)

Thursday, December 10, 2009

He Rode In From The Past

A friend from my past surfaced yesterday. In fact, it has been 35 years since I had seen him eyeball-to-eyeball. Over the years, we had gone our separate ways. Very separate.

His name is Gary Sandlin and he pastors the First Biker Church of Texarkana, Texas. Gary and I went to Elementary and Jr. High School together. We were in Scouts together. Somewhere in the High School years, his life and mine took very different turns...

(Part 2 continues tomorrow)

Detoxing The Pastor

Joe McKeever has written an insightful article on what it takes for a pastor to become an industrial chaplain here.

I especially "amen" the references to the administrative load a pastor has to handle. When I "signed on" to ministry, I thought I was signing on to preach and teach- as well as help people on a one to one basis. No one told me about the administrative load that a pastor shoulders.

Now, if pastoral ministry were just about caring for people.....

Monday, November 23, 2009

String Theory from "Who Made God?"

Being no physicist, I am certainly at a loss when it comes to many of the scientific realities and theories of the universe.

It just so happened that I was in discussion with one of the young men who spent the weekend with us from the Life Action Revival Team. He mentioned his interest and study of physics in college. I barely know how to spell the word "fi...," er, "physics." I then sprung upon him one of my favorite questions: "Just what is string theory?"

His reply: "I dunno."

Suddenly the thought leaped into my head that I had asked the same questions of a young, bright medical student now studying at LSU-Shreveport medical school.

I made the call to him at approximately 8:00 p.m. Saturday evening.

He was in the school library.

Studying.

Studying on a Saturday evening? Yes, for there was a test on Monday. I was impressed and amazed.

But the urgency of the question caused me to move quickly beyond small talk.

Within seconds, I sprung my question. "Just what did you tell me was 'string theory?'"

I waited anxiously for the answer.

Silence. A long pause.

"I don't remember," he quietly replied.

I informed my guest of the verdict and happily, though somewhat emptily, finished the conversation with my medical student friend.

End of story. Almost.

Today, as I was perusing my blog updates, I found the answer.

Are you ready?

In 22 words or less, describe string theory.
String theory: fundamental particles (electrons, photons etc) are not point objects but strings which vibrate in different modes to produce different particles.

These words are from an interview done by Tim Challies you can find here with the interesting title, "Who Made God?" Honestly, I don't know any more than I did before.

As a physicist, I would starve.

Monday, November 9, 2009

A Quick Way To Save Three Days Per Year


Stop Facebooking.

According to this article, the average Facebook user spends about three days a year on the site. The most addicted Facebookers spent over 125 hours on the site last year, which is equal to more than a whole working week.

Granted, the study focused on British people, but it is very likely that Americans' use of Facebook would parallel these findings.

A bit ironically, the news item is posted with the proper icon to allow you to "Facebook" the story!

Another timesaving tip brought to you courtesy of this blog.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Disneyland In Dallas


One of my favorite churches has announced its intentions to build a $130 million building in the heart of "Big D."

140 year old First Baptist Dallas is undertaking a massive makeover of its aging facilities. Its worship center dates back to the 1890's. The church occupies prime real estate in the heart of downtown. In fact, over the years, they have faced the temptation (and offers) to move out of downtown and build facilities somewhere in the 'burbs. But they weren't budging.

I appreciate churches which "live" in the downtown area. Many of them face and have faced changing demographics, neighborhoods, and declines in size and giving. Many simply give in and relocate to "where the people" are or simply close their doors, like City Methodist Church in Gary, Indiana. (If you want a chill, look at that thriving congregation and beautiful building in 1967 compared to its state shortly before the building was slated to meet the wrecking ball.)

I pastor a church located in a downtown area. Once the church was set in the heart of commerce and population. Over the years, however, many people moved away from the downtown area, businesses closed or relocated, and decline set in. Reversing the pattern of decline is a challenge I and my church face in our location and one the City of Sulphur faces as well.

The City has made firm its commitment to downtown Sulphur. It recently remodeled a downtown building for a new City Hall. A building across the street from it has also been remodeled which will house city services and permit offices in a "one stop stop."

Another trend I have observed is that in many places people are returning to live downtown. Loft apartments are being fashioned from old warehouses and storefronts. Many cities such as Lake Charles, just over the river from us, are attempting to "revitalize" downtown with visions for new stores, apartments, and attractions.

So I get it and appreciate it when a church remains committed to stay in the heart of the city despite the obstacles. They choose to buck the trends, grit their teeth, and face the new challenges they face in their ministry settings.

First Baptist Dallas, home of pulpit giants George W. Truett and W.A. Criswell, refused the leave downtown Dallas when it well could have. Over the years, it, too, has faced declines in membership, giving, and influence.

I am not going to judge that church on whether it should be spending the money when it "could be giving to the poor." Neither will I comment on whether the magnificent building is a good way to breathe life into the "old gray lady." I am not going to say what they should do in their setting and culture when I live 300 miles away and have not grappled with the issues involved. Jesus taught us that we were not to judge another man's servant anyway. I am responsible before God as to how I lead our own congregation. And no one who has not grappled with the issues of being the church in a rapidly changing culture in general and a unique ministry setting in particular could possibly make the call.

I did, however, learn a long time ago that buildings do not reach people. People reach people.

If FBC, Dallas believes under God's leadership that it needs to spend $130 million to reach its city and remain a thriving, viable congregation in the heart of the city, then I bless their decision. Have you been to downtown Dallas lately? Sure, it has its share of urban blight. But, like the nearby new Texas Stadium, they do things bigger and flashier in "Big D."

What would George do? In his pastorate, he led First Baptist Dallas to be a prominent congregation with international recognition.

To do that, he had to seek God's leadership, build, and change. Don't we all?

Thursday, November 5, 2009

A Fine Way To Start A Sunday


As I left for church recently, I was greeted by this sight.

Grow Your Small Groups and Increase the Stewardship of Your Church!


Two LIVE Events - One Day with Vic Simpson in the Lake Charles Area

Thursday, November 12, 2009
9:00am - 11:30am: The Stewardship Seminar
1:00pm - 3:30pm: The Activate Seminar

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Thursday, November 12, 2009
9:00am - 11:30 am

Here's what you can expect to learn in The Stewardship Seminar:

The five types of givers in your church
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How to motivate people to tithe
How to challenge people to go deeper in stewardship
How to teach on money
How to increase giving in your church
How to help your congregation understand the connection between financial stewardship and spiritual growth
How to help first time givers realize the significance of their gift
Understanding stewardship as discipleship
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401 S. Huntington St.
Sulphur, LA 70663

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Thursday, November 12, 2009
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This is a completely new seminar with almost no overlap from the original Small Groups Seminar. We will dive deep into how to run a semester based small group system. The LIVE Activate Seminar with Kerrick Thomas will answer questions like these:

How do I get 100% of my church involved in small groups?
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Thursday, October 22, 2009


Over the years, I have put my pastoral sails to the prevailing winds. First, I set out to be a good pastor. Then it was a good preacher I wished to be. As the winds shifted, I got caught up in LEADERSHIP. It was all about being a good leader. In other words, it was senior pastor, CEO. After that wind died down, I looked to the horizon for the new wind that would blow.

It came.

Expository preaching.

The "movers and shakers-" the ones quoted by the "cool" preachers today are saying that "Expository preaching is thing you ought to do." So I loaded up the truck, and...well never mind.

Somewhere along the way I heard about a book by John Piper with the intriguing title, "Brothers, We Are Not Professionals." He was arguing for the model role of a pastor as a shepherd, not a CEO.

Pretty radical. Also very biblical.

Recently, one of the "cool" preachers, Tim Keller, pastor of Redeemer Presbyterian Church in New York City wrote on his blog:

I pastor a church with a large staff and so I give 15+ hours a week to preparing the sermon. I would not advise younger ministers to spend so much time, however. When I was a pastor without a staff I put in 6-8 hours on a sermon. If you put in too much time in your study on your sermon you put in too little time being out with people as a shepherd and a leader. Ironically, this will make you a poorer preacher. It is only through doing people-work that you become the preacher you need to be--someone who knows sin, how the heart works, what people's struggles are, and so on. Pastoral care and leadership (along with private prayer) are to a great degree sermon preparation. More accurately, it is preparing the preacher, not just the sermon. Through pastoral care and leadership you grow from being a Bible commentator into a flesh and blood preacher

How about that? Pastoral care as sermon preparation- the pastor IS a shepherd, not the head of Church, Inc. In fact, the last time I checked there was and has been only one head of the church and He is not me.

A new wind is blowing.

Hoist the sails!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Power In The Pulpit?

Honestly, sometimes I just don't get it....

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Home Again, Home Again


I've taken an extended period of time off from blogging lately.

There are two reasons. First, I went with a mission team from our church to participate in a simultaneous revival effort with churches in the Navajo Nations. For our church, this was the first trip of what will likely be many more. Our goals were simple:

1. Share the love of Jesus Christ.
2. Connect with the people there.
3. Find ways to serve them.
4. Scout out future projects.

In all four areas, we connected. In fact, my morning message today focused on winning "Strategic Spiritual Victories," of which this trip was one. You can listen to it here.

I'll be posting some reflections from our trip in future blogposts.

The second reason for my absence from blogging is my desire to catch up on my reading. Currently, I have three shelves of books waiting to be read. A few days before we left for our mission trip, I received my copy of Keith Durso's new biography of Dr. George W. Truett. He says, as I have insisted, that a new biography needed to be written. I have wanted to write one for over 20 years. Keith beat me to it. Thus, I am turing my sights elsewhere, for I do not believe I have anything to add to his extensive scholarly work. I finished the book on the trip. I plan to post a review of it soon.

Long story short, I'm back.

With more to come.

Stay tuned.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Dr. Truett And Louisiana College


I had been working on a new biography of Dr. George W. Truett. However, I recently discovered that a new one had been written and was just released, entitled "Thy Will Be Done," by Keith Durso.

I don't know that I won't sometime in the future write about some aspect of his ministry, but I think I will this book suffice for now. (I am awaiting shipment as I received notice today that it was on its way.)

Along the way in my research, I was given a pamphlet containing a speech about Louisiana College delivered in the 1930's. In honor of Dr. Truett and Louisiana College, I reproduce a part that I find particularly inspiring:

What of the future of Louisiana Baptist College? I am happy to believe that gathered here today are men and women of one heart, one purpose, who are highly resolved by God's grace to make this College what it ought to be. I cannot believe the Baptists of Louisiana will fail to strengthen this college and make its future more secure in the weeks and months and years just ahead. I cannot believe the sons of the fathers who laid so well the foundation of Christian education in Louisiana will be untrue to their great heritage.


Men will come forward with their money for buildings for this beautiful place and with an endowment that will with­stand the perils that come with long years. I am happy to believe that here before me now are enough men and women to undergird the certain future of this college from this day forward, and the $100,000.00 which you so badly need, and a building to accommodate the growing clientel coming to this college, can come from this number.


We are of one mind that we are coming to the most chal­lenging days of civilization. We seem to be at the water­shed of all history. It is a crime for a man to be a little man anytime. It would seem tenfold a crime to be a little man in a great hour like this to which we are come. Call to mind the ancient proverb, Woe to thee 0 Land when thy king is a child. Woe unto any court when a little man is in the court house. Woe unto any church when a little man is in the pulpit. Woe when a little man is anywhere in places of responsibility!


Are we understanding this hour to which Louisiana Col­lege has come? Are we of one mind and heart that we) will not be found lagging? But will we keep step with the most alert thought and effort to put this plan through?


Well said, Dr. Truett!


Sunday, September 27, 2009

A New Sermon Series


Some time ago, I acquired the book, "The Man of Sin," by Dr. Kim Riddlebarger. Like so many of my newer books, it has languished on my shelf. It has an intriguing title and subject.

As a student in college, I and my wife made friends with two other couples. One had gone to college to study music. He later quit to take a full time job. The other man had begun college to study for ministry. I alone was the struggling college student.

We had a common calling.

We also had a common interest.

Eschatology.

Eschatology is the study of last things. It is concerned with end times, the return of Christ, and things like Final Destiny. (That sounds so terminal.)

We would get together on Saturday evenings to eat a meal together and to fellowship. While our wives contented themselves with conversational topics of whatever women like to discuss, we men talked eschatology.

We debated.

We argued.

We agreed.

We speculated.

We were stimulated.

I learned more though those discussions about eschatology than any formal study I've done of the topic. I had to read and study just to keep up with these guys.

I find that people have a great interest in end time issues. Church members want to hear the latest as well. From time to time, I've tackled these topics from a preaching and teaching standpoint. My standard approach has been to address topics relating to eschatology or to preach through books like 1 and 2 Thessalonians. Pretty general.

Until now.

I've heard plenty in my time about just WHO antichrist (The Man Of Sin) is. Incidentally, he's been just about every American President of the past, including the current one who occupies the White House.

Given my "education," from my friends, subsequent study, a personal interest, my aquisition of this book, and now renewed speculation about who this Man is, I've recently felt I needed to address a specific eschatological topic.

The Man Of Sin.

I have been to man out a new sermon series I call, "The Spoiler." This is who this Man is called in Isaiah 33:1. Thus, this Fall, Lord willing, I will be delivering a series of messages on this one topic. As of tonight, I put my volunteer researcher on the topic. It was like throwing fresh meat to a hungry lion.

I can hardly wait to see what I will say.

Stay tuned.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

E4 Conference


I just arrived home from the first ever E4 preaching conference sponsored by the Louisiana Baptist Convention, Louisiana College, and New Orleans and Southwestern Seminaries at First Baptist, Pineville, LA.

It was refreshing and challenging. I walked away with a new list of preaching ideas, and a few reminders of the art. It was good also to network with great Christian leaders who taught and participated.

In particular, I was struck with the ability and passion of two professors of religion from Louisiana College, Dr. Chuck Quarles and Dr. Jason Meyer.

Their presentations were passionate, scholarly, and challenging. It is wonderful to think that these men are teaching our students at the college. I pray that the students will catch some of their "scholarship on fire." We desperately need it.

To be back on the Louisiana College campus, however briefly, brought back a flood of memories from my own college experience.

Bright young students.

Red brick buildings.

Tall pine trees.

And chapel.

Yes, chapel. The chapel service was worshipful and refreshing. The college chorale sang wonderfully. The preacher spoke passionately. The students listened intently. (I noticed. I was watching.)

I was able to catch up with one student from our church. He told me of the record enrollment this semester. He had to stay in a hotel for a couple of weeks. Here is what happens when a Christian college takes its Christian moorings seriously.

Because my own Alma Mater once strongly conservative now seems less so, I happily embrace LC as my own.

Congratulations, President Aguillard, faculty, and staff for a job well done.

And just beginning.

I am proud to be a Louisiana Baptist and proud to send students from our church to that institution knowing that their Christian faith will not be called into question, but strengthened.

We need more colleges like Louisiana College.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

An Act Of God?


Again, I share a picture and comment from my friend, Dr. Rick Hyde. We might consider him a "guest blogger" on this site. He knows of my love for signs and the sometimes unintentional messages they bring.

Let him speak to this one:
It's not a church sign ... but it's interesting.

I went to the Lifeway Christian Store in Little Rock and took this picture with my phone camera.

I was unhappy when the SBC voted to change the name from Baptist Book Store to Lifeway Christian Store a few years ago. (I was there .. I voted against the change.)

Well ... God himself ordered this latest modification of the name ... strong winds brought the "Christian" part of the sign crashing down recently. Luckily (no, make that blessedly) it was in the middle of the night and no one was injured.

This might be a good time to go back to calling it the "Baptist Book Store."

What do you think, readers?

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Celebrating Failure


"These days its not just that the line between right and wrong has been made unclear, today Christians are being asked by our culture today to erase the lines and move the fences, and if that were not bad enough, we are being asked to join in the celebration cry by those who have thrown off the restraints religion had imposed upon them. It is not just that they ask we accept, but they now demand of us to celebrate it too."
— Ravi Zacharias

I recently heard of a woman whose divorce had become final. Her response to her "liberation" was to trumpet it from various social media outlets such as Twitter, Facebook, and MySpace.

In response, some of her "friends" joined in congratulating her, as though she had just received a big job promotion and raise.

Is a divorce a reason for a fandango? Should its finalization be cause for celebration?

At the very least a divorce -any divorce- is an admission of failure. A relationship failed. A marriage died. Something is dead.

And people want to celebrate?

Do they celebrate the brokenness of lives now separated after saying "till death do us part?" Do they celebrate the inevitable hurt and feelings of rejection that children experience when their parents no longer live together? Do people really want to celebrate what must legally become to some extent and adversarial relationship regarding property, parental rights, and bank accounts?

There is no cause for celebration. A divorce is a death, and its decree a death announcement. The court case is a funeral. Picking up the pieces is for many, and especially children, is grief work.

None of those things are easy.

None of those things are reasons to celebrate.

Please understand if I don't congratulate you.

One can discern the demise of a culture and the denigration of humanity when people celebrate things that should cause them to weep instead.

I weep.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

At My Age..


...seems like simple pleasures are the most satisfying.

Yesterday was my birthday. I found many well wishes in my electronic inbox. People were very kind to remember. I had lunch with one of my prayer partners- he even bought it!

My wife and son gave me a pair of shoes and a new belt to replace one that (popped) became unusable. With age comes an expanded middle. I had several cards waiting on me. I was advised to "do nothing I did not wish to do." How does one do this and pursue his vocation?

There was even grilled steak for supper.

I enjoyed all these things immensely.

But I really enjoyed the strawberry cake. We had staff meeting and there it was- homemade strawberry cake. As I was growing up, Mother knew that was the cake I wanted. For some reason, my father always insisted on making my picture sitting beside it with the candles lit. I suppose somewhere I have 18 pictures of successive birthdays- each with me sitting beside a strawberry cake.

I have to admit that it has been years since I had homemade strawberry cake- the kind that uses the frozen berries in the cardboard can with metal ends. Some got close, but cherry cake with canned strawberry icing just isn't the same.

But for my birthday one of staff secretaries' husband made the finest cake I've had in years. Like the cartoon dog, Snuffles, I exclaimed my groans of delight. If I could, I'd have jumped into the air and floated down like he did.


As I took the first bite and realized it was just like momma's, I got a bit misty-eyed. Memories returned of birthdays gone by. I thought of my mother- now in glory. That was the best birthday present of all.

Mother is gone, but her recipe lives on.

Simple pleasures like homemade strawberry cake are the best.

I got another birthday present, too. I'm going to redeem it tomorrow. I'll write about it -and the results- in a later post.

Now, if I could just get that old Beatles tune out of my head...."You say it's your birthday..."

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Talitha Cumi

Early this morning, I got a phone call. Calls this early never bring good news. Sure enough, it was a lady in our church who told me of a teenage girl who attends our church with her grandparents. The girl had fallen off of a golfcart on to a sidewalk and hit her head. At that time, she was in Pediatric ICU. There was a hematoma in her skull and she was unresponsive.

I told my wife about the situation and she was troubled. I took a shower and prepared for church.

At approximately 7:15 this morning I took my wife's hand and we prayed for this young lady and another child we heard had been involved in a lawn mowing accident.

As we prayed, I led out. I was reminded of Jesus' words to Jairus' daughter in Mark 5:41. Jairus had requested Jesus' presence to heal his sick child. But before he could arrive, the child died. Jesus told the crowd when he arrived that the girl was not dead, but sleeping. He was ridiculed. Then Jesus took her hand and said, "Talitha Cumi," which is Aramaic for "Little Girl Arise." Indeed the girl awakened. Jesus raised her from the ded.

You can see a powerful video here, or here:


I prayed, repeating the words of Jesus, "Talitha Cumi" and went to eat breakfast.

Later, as I finished getting ready, I could hear my wife in the living room on the phone. She had been trying to reach the grandmother of the girl who had been injured and get the latest report. I heard her laughing, crying, and pounding the bar in kitchen.

The girl had just awakened and begun to talk to her family.

My wife asked the grandmother when this happened.

As it turned out, it had happened about the time we were praying for the girl to awaken which was ten minutes earlier.

God heard our prayer!

Coincidence? I find more coincidences occur when I pray.

I shared the story with my prayer partners and later with my church. There was spontaneous applause and cheers.

After church we went to the hospital to visit the girl and her family. We told them of our prayer, the answer, and the church's response to the story of healing and answered prayer.

The girl in particular was fascinated. "They clapped and cheered for me?" she asked.

"That's right," I said. "They clapped and cheered because you are an answered prayer."

The words of the prophet Isaiah came to mind several times today, "Before they call I will answer; while they are still speaking I will hear." Isaiah 65:24 (NIV)

Indeed, God answered while we prayed, "Talitha cumi."

Thursday, August 13, 2009

A Passing Legend And Me



“I wanted something very dense, something that would sustain long and more pieces of wood that would be soft, sweet, for more of a mellow sound.”- Les Paul

I well recall the early years of my teens when I was a guitar player/band member wannabe. I had two friends, Tony and Larry, who had the same aspirations as I. In fact, we formed our own band (sans instruments, as we had no money to buy them) and even took to photographing ourselves for the covers of albums that we were sure we would one day record. In fact, if one of us got mad at the other, we would "kick him out of the band." In fact, this often happened to another friend, Raymond. We alternated between letting Raymond in the band and then later kicking him out again. Never mind the fact that we had no instruments, no songs, and none of us really knew how to play. We had a dream. We would one day be a band.

That led us to make regular trips to State Line Avenue and G Sharp Music in our hometown of Texarkana, TX. The owner of the store, as I recall, was named George Sharp- hence the "G. Sharp" of the store's name. G. Sharp had the best selection of pianos, band instruments, drums, amplifiers, accessories, ...and guitars.

Oh, they had the guitars.

One in particular caught my eye. It was a solid black Gibson Les Paul Custom model. I had seen some of the guitar players I admired at the time playing Les Pauls. I knew three things about them: They were popular among guitarists, They were heavy- hence their nickname, "the plank," and they were EXPENSIVE.

The one I had my eye upon during those frequent excursions to G. Sharp Music Store cost a whopping $695.

But wait! It had genuine mother of pearl inlays on the fingerboard. It had gold plated tuning pegs and pickups. It was a beauty. A black beauty.

And it might as well have have carried a million dollar pricetag as far as I was concerned. I was 14 years old, too young to hold a regular job, and from a middle working class family which earned just enough money to feed and house a family of six. I know that was the list price and had I haggled with G. Sharp, he would have come down on the price, but there was one thing I knew deep down.

There was no way I was ever going to own that Les Paul Custom guitar.

But I could dream. And I did. Today, when I go to music stores or talk to other guitarists- some of whom actually play Les Pauls- I am always tempted to tell of my teenage dream of owning a Les Paul.

And according to WikiAnswers.com that guitar today could sell for around $4000-$5000. Sigh.

Anyway, I bring this bit of trivia from my past in memory of the guitar's designer, Les Paul.

Paul was an accomplished guitarist himself. He practically invented some popular licks and phrasings that are the standard fare of modern guitarists. He and his wife, Mary Ford, made hit records together. One of their big hits was "How High The Moon." As Mary sings, Les can be heard in the background playing some mean chops.

Not only was Paul a popular artist and guitar designer, but he was also quite inventive on the recording end of music as well. He first discovered multi tracking and layering as a recording technique. He would record his wife singing, and then play back that recording as she sang with herself and added that track to the previous one. This is why some recordings seem to sound like the singer has cloned himself or herself. Paul perfected this technique and would often record songs with his wife in their hotel rooms as they traveled between concerts.

Right up until his death today at 92, he could still be found at clubs, jamming with his musician friends. He once said, "I have younger friends who don't work, and they aren't doing so well. My secret is to keep going, keep working."

He did indeed, right up until the end.

Thanks, Les. Thanks for the stuff that dreams are made of- from a former teenage dreamer.

--Postscript: I recently bought an Epiphone Les Paul copy, in part to fulfill that teenage dream. It certainly cost a lot less then the original Les Paul and isn't quite like the original, but I can say that I have a black Les Paul today. The thing about it is, today, it doesn't seem to matter as much as it once did. If I wanted to do so, I could buy an original Gibson Les Paul Custom. But it really doesn't seem so important to me anymore.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Lost


I found two illustrations on the way to church this morning.

First, as I drove down a main street to meet with my prayer partners, I saw a man sitting in the back of a minivan reading a newspaper. My first thought was that he must be selling something.

Actually, he wasn't.

In fact, he was trying to give something away.

As I looked closer, I saw a large dog on a leash with a water bowl set before him. I also saw a cardboard sign in front of the dog.

"Lost," is all the sign said. Instantly, I got it. Apparently the man found a stray dog in his neighborhood and was trying to find his owner on an early Sunday morning. I admired his generosity and caring spirit to see that a lost animal would be reunited with his master.

As I drove further down that street, I wondered about the willingness of Christians to inconvenience themselves to reach people in our world- our neighborhoods- who are lost without Jesus Christ. This stranger's unselfish act struck me with fresh conviction to be about sharing the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Also on that commute to the church, I felt the need for caffeine. I stopped by a convenience store along the way. A young lady whom I have seen visiting our church services was behind the counter. She smiled, and as I "filled 'er up," asked me, "Whatcha gonna speak on today?"

I had an answer.

I have been challenged by a conference speaker I recently heard who asked us to labor diligently to get the gist of a message, sermon, or teaching into one striking and compact sentence. He said that if your wife woke you up at 3:00 in the morning, and asked you what you were preaching on Sunday, you should have a short, pungent answer. He also said that the statement should be able to fit on the back of your business card.

Having thought much on that challenge, and labored to meet it, I had a ready answer for the young lady.

I told her that I was preaching on "Leave Boldly," part of the One Month To Live Challenge and sermon series. I also was able to say, "I am going to say that in order to leave this earth boldly, you must be able to look back at life on earth peacefully, and look forward to life in heaven hopefully." Those words are based upon the experience of Jesus on the cross as recorded in Luke 23: 29-39.

I drove away from the store thinking, "Here is a good example of what the speaker asked us to do." I was able to give this young woman a business card condensation of my sermon." Such a practice makes preaching and teaching far more effective, because the speaker has one main idea he is attempting to drive home. Mac Brunson compares it to a pneumatic tube which drives its object home with force, power, and clarity.

I also thought, "What a great illustration to share in my preaching classes with students."

Thus, today I got two good illustrations that begged to be shared. The first I shared with our congregation during our invitation time. I couldn't let that one get away!

The other I share with you, dear reader.

May their force be with you!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

HYDE'S COUNSEL TO PREACHERS .. AND HEARERS


Since I am at Preteen Camp this week, I offer this post from a guest blogger, who has (humbly) offered his take (and his picture) concerning a recent post I wrote on this blog:

To the preacher: "Never say these words is a sermon: 'God said to me' or "God told me.' God has been blamed for more hot air than the weatherman. God may lead you to believe or to conclude, but God stopped speaking when the Book of Revelation closed. How presumptuous is the preacher who conveys to others that he has such communication with God.

To the hearers: "Your pastor, who hopefully is a powerful preacher, is never the less human. Evaluate everything he says by the Word of God, not the word of the preacher."

To all: "Be disciples of Jesus, not just avid (or vapid) disciples of some preacher."

These three thoughts in three alliterative words:
Deliver, Discern, Devote

Saturday, July 18, 2009

A Conversation With Danny Riley Of Gold City


I just added an interview to my "Conversations With Dr. Dave" podcast site I did with Danny Riley. This interview has been lurking on my hard drive for some time. Thus, it precedes some recent Gold City announcements of lineup changes. One thing is constant in Southern Gospel groups- change.

Anyway, the discussion should prove interesting to fans of the quartet.

Just click the link to "Conversations With Dr. Dave" on this blog and you can download or listen online.

Enjoy.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Spurgeon's Counsel To Preachers....And Hearers


I've been spending much time reading and thinking about preaching. I found a couple of quotes from the man who is considered by many to be the "Prince Of Preaching," Charles Haddon Spurgeon.

TO THE PREACHER: "If some men were sentenced to hear their own sermons, it would be a righteous judgment on them; but they would soon cry out with Cain, "My punishment is greater than I can bear." (Ouch!)

TO THE HEARER:
"Surely if men's hearts were right, short sermons would be enough. A very brief invitation might suffice if the heart were right, but since hearts are wrong God bids his servants enlarge, expand, and expound." (Preach it, Charlie!)

TO ALL: “The kind of sermon which is likely to break the hearer’s heart is that which first has broken the preacher’s heart, and the sermon which is likely to reach the heart of the hearer is the one which has come straight from the heart of the preacher.”

"...he being dead yet speaketh." Hebrews 11:4b


Thursday, July 9, 2009

Mag·nan·i·mous

Function:adjective

Etymology:Latin magnanimus, from magnus great + animus spirit
1 : showing or suggesting a lofty and courageous spirit magnanimous sufferings of their followers — Joseph Addison>

2 : showing or suggesting nobility of feeling and generosity of mind magnanimous for resentment — Ellen Glasgow> (Adapted from http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/magnanimous)

"People judge you by the words you use." - Advertising slogan for "Verbal Advantage."

The slogan worked for me. Several years ago, I spent money I didn't have to buy something I didn't use. It was a cassette tape program to teach me a better vocabulary. I would become more powerful and popular if I only buy and use the product.

So I bought it.

But I never really used it.

I recall listening to a couple of the first tapes while I was jogging or traveling in the car. I practiced the words on my jogging buddy who seemed to delight in learning some new word. Today, I am not sure where the set of tapes is. I am sure I would have difficulty listening to it since I now longer use cassette tapes.

Nevertheless, word power is important. I know a man who is a gifted public speaker. His voice is resonant and clear. Listening to him makes one feel like he is listening to powerful orator.

But this speaker often uses words that have me wondering, "What?"

A big part of communication is using the right word at the right time. It is also about using words that the audience will understand.

I recall reading of an experiment conducted many years ago. An audience was asked to listen to a speaker give a lecture on a particular topic. He deliberately used big words and even added gibberish. Asked to judge the presentation upon its conclusion, member of the audience stated that they had no clue what the speaker was talking about, but they were sure he was a very intelligent man.

So, do we communicators want to be impressive or understood?

I have been using a word quite easily and often this week. As I recall, up until this week, I have rarely ever used it before. It is the word "magnanimous." The definition is provided at the beginning of this post.

To do a magnanimous thing
And take oneself by surprise
If ones' self is not in the habit of him
Is precisely the finest of Joys
-Emily Dickinson


Lately I have been impressed with some folks who have shown a "magnanimous" spirit. They have been gracious, understanding, and patient under stress. They have demonstrated a desire to see the best good come out of bad situations. They are living definitions of the word.

May their tribe increase...magnanimously.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

A Sad Tale


It was the fourth of July in Lake Charles, LA. There was a party at a residence. There was also an uninvited "guest."

According to newspaper reports, the "guest" was invited to leave. Rather than do so, the "guest" called two friends.

The friends arrived- one with a weapon.

A confrontation ensued and a man was killed.

The man, Cole Gueringer, was a Marine and an Iraq war veteran who had returned home last February. He would have reported back in to North Carolina last Monday.

Instead he is being buried tomorrow.

This young man served his country, risked his life, and came home. To safety, he thought.

It turned out that he was safer in the Iraqi war zone than he was at home.

The young veteran is dead. Dead because he attempted to intervene and remove an unwanted guest. Dead because some people believe that confrontations can be solved with guns. Dead because he stood up instead of stood down.

According to Lake Charles Police chief Don Davis, "This is total stupidity and everyone involved will be held accountable."

I hope so.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

On The Great Commission Resurgence


One of the most prominent things to come out of this year's Southern Baptist Convention which met in Louisville, KY June 23-24 was the formation of a Great Commission Resurgence Study Committee.

Given the decline of membership and baptisms for the SBC, many people - and I among them - have been concerned about the future of our Convention. To the best of my knowledge, Danny Akin, president of Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary, fired the first shot. He delivered a message in his seminary's chapel service outlining 12 "Axioms Toward a Great Commission Resurgence." I believe he was deliberately attempting to be provocative, and he was. Several State Convention directors shared their concerns and problems with Akin's Axioms. Morris Chapman, head of the SBC Executive Committee has also been outspoken in his criticism.

One of the sticking points has been the use of the term "bloated bureaucracies" to describe agencies and boards of the SBC. Naturally, many on those agencies and boards took offense. Those initial statements have been reviewed, considered and even revised.

The upshot of Akin's challenge has been that the SBC authorized and president Johnny Hunt has appointed a panel of 18 people:

Ronnie Floyd of Springdale, Ark., chair; Jim Richards, executive director, Southern Baptists of Texas Convention; Frank Page, of Taylors, S.C.; David Dockery, president of Union University in Jackson, Tenn.; Simon Tsoi, IMB trustee from Arizona; Donna Gaines of Cordova, Tenn.; Al Gilbert, Winston-Salem, N.C.; J.D. Greear of Durham, N.C.; Tom Biles, director of missions, Tampa Bay Baptist Association; Danny Akin, president of Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary; Al Mohler, president of Southern Baptist Theological Seminary; John Drummond, layman from Florida; Harry Lewis of the North American Mission Board; Mike Orr of Chipley, Fla.; Roger Spradlin of California; Bob White, Georgia Baptist Convention executive director; Ken Whitten of Tampa, Fla.; and Ted Traylor of Pensacola, Fla.

I am certainly for investigating ways to carry out the Great Commission as Southern Baptists. I voted for the appointment of the committee on the Convention floor. I can't imagine any Baptist voting against the Great Commission. :) However, if Jesus had put it up for a vote, I am sure there would have been opposition.

I also believe in and trust president Johnny Hunt. He is one of my favorite preachers. I listen to podcasts of his sermons every Saturday as I exercise to help motive me to preach the next day. I have said many times that I would be willing to move to Atlanta just to attend his church. First Baptist Woodstock, is a dynamic and growing church.

I also think that any organization needs to periodically examine itself to see if it is functioning efficiently and effectively. Self evaluation keeps the lifeblood flowing in any enterprise.

However, I have somewhat against this committee.

First, I am concerned about the representatives. Most of them are from larger membership churches. Only one of them is from a smaller membership church. Our mission boards and agencies are not well represented. There are no missiologists to my knowledge on this committee. Ed Stetzer, though I think he is already way too busy, would have been a good choice. The representation already looks like a "top down" move instead of a "bottom up" effort. Too many times, we have seen good programs and efforts birthed by our agencies and boards, only to see them slowly die because the churches, which are the bottom line, never embraced them.

Second, how will the work of this committee dovetail with the committee formed by the North American Mission Board? Will efforts be reduplicated?

Third, and parallel to thought #1, the formation of the Great Commission Resurgence Study Committee did not come as a local church concern, but as an institutional one, as Danny Akin, president of one of our seminaries took the first step. Again, the effort looks more like the tail wagging the dog. It should be more of a local church effort instructing the Convention toward a Great Commission Resurgence. The original thrust, to my knowledge, came from an institutional level. It can be argued that by a vote of the messengers, this committee became a local church issue, or that Akin gave voice to local church concerns. But again, I have not heard concern voiced by pastors or anyone else about a need for a Resurgence until Danny Akin spoke.

I say these things with love and concern. Southern Baptists have evangelized, discipled, trained, ordained, and employed me most of my adult life. I am a Southern Baptist by conviction and choice. I want to see us resurge and expand the kingdom.

I just hope that for all the efforts being made, this one does not end up like a lot of much hyped whizbang programs that have come down the pike from the denomination, across my desk, into a file (round or rectangular) and out of memory after a time.

One reason the Conservative Resurgence was successful was that it was initially a grassroots movement. Institutions were often reluctant to get on board. They themselves were the target. In the end the effort succeeded as the conservatives worked from the "bottom up."

The genius of the Southern Baptist Convention is just that- we are a "bottom up" organization. The heart of the Convention is the local church, not the institutions created to serve it. I just hope the member of the committee remember that.

Southern Gospel Groups- Renamed


Several years ago, an email list in which I participated played a game by tweaking the names of prominent Southern Gospel groups. Just this week, I found my contributions scribbled on a piece of scratch paper which had been long forgotten. I recall sending them to the list and them making the rounds in cyberspace.

Given the fact that much time has passed since then and that I feel the need to pass them on again, I offer them here. Please understand that no harm is meant by these monikers. It's all in fun. I know many of the musicians in these groups and they enjoy a laugh as much as anyone. See if you can guess the real names of these groups from these made up ones:

The Dutch Masters Quartet
The Pimento Cheese Quartet
Karen Peck And Pickled Peppers
Rold Gold City
The Winchester Cathedrals
Trying To Be Free And Finances
The Tricky Busybody Boys
The Bellhops
The Amateur Vocal Band
The Choppers
Conditioned Airs Quartet
The Melons
The Tankermen
Chris And the Allman Joys
The Dive Brothers Quartet
Later Fishin'

(I know- not all that funny, but hey, I tried!)

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Attending The Convention



The 2009 Southern Baptist Convention is now history. We met in Louisville, KY this year. The facilities were great, but there were few restaurants nearby. However, one could get "fast" food from vendors at the hall. I noticed they all had "sweet" tea. Yes, Virginia, we are in the South.

We had a break Wednesday afternoon. Since I had never seen The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, we drove through the campus during their open house celebrations. It is a beautiful setting- lots of tall trees, red bricks, and white pillars. The neighborhood around it is gorgeous. Again, this is the South.

We also visited the Louisville Slugger bat factory. We were taken through the shop while various aspects of bat manufacturing were described. Any baseball fan would love the tour, not to mention the souvenir bat you are given as you leave. NOTE: YOU CANNOT TAKE THE BAT ON A PLANE WITH YOU. IT IS CONSIDERED A WEAPON. IT WILL BE CONFISCATED.

But back to the Convention. I thought it went smoothly, despite some hyped headlines like this one on a 95-5 percentage vote: "Vote Reveals Underlying Tensions in SBC." What?

There were also some way-out-there motions made. One would think the convention was all about Pepsi, the KJV Bible, and Mark Driscoll. These were blips on the radar.

The big news was the overwhelming vote to establish a Great Commission Resurgence panel. I'll have another blog post on this one. The news is out- the SBC has lost membership, baptisms are down, and so is missions giving. Something needs to be done. I see nothing wrong with the evaluation of structure and program. But I fear that this will be like so many programs that come down the pike to local Baptist churches. Much noise and effort are made. In the end, little changes.

We heard some great preaching. David Platt is a 27 year young rising star. We will be hearing much more from him. One preacher did something I've never seen at a Convention. He used a visual aid. It was a round bottomed fire bucket. He used it to make the point that the bucket is not meant to sit somewhere. It is meant to be passed on- like the gospel. I have been working with creative illustrations lately, so I was intrigued. I noticed that the audience was as well, especially when the bucket fell off the podium with a loud thud. The preacher had everyone's attention. Even those who seemingly wander aimlessly around stopped to take note. Drooping eyes popped open. Maybe I need a fire bucket next Sunday.

We were led well by Dr. Johnny Hunt, convention president. I listen to his preaching podcasts every Saturday as I exercise. It gets me fired up to preach on Sunday. He has such a passion for the gospel, which is inspiring and contagious.

We heard some great music and singing. There were contemporary songs, praise songs, Southern Gospel, Gospel R&B and some music borrowing a bit from all. I especially liked the choir and orchestra from First Baptist, Woodstock GA, where Johnny Hunt is pastor. I sometimes wish I lived near Atlanta so I could go to church there.

I met some old acquaintances, made a few new friends, and had some wonderfully inspiring and informative conversations with seminary professors, Baptist leaders, other pastors, and a few strangers. I specifically recall meeting a layman who was standing near entrance to the Convention floor. He looked like a lost puppy. As my friend Rick and I stood there, he came up and introduced himself. He was very friendly. He mentioned that he was encouraged to get out and meet people. He did.

There are all kinds of people and perspectives in the Southern Baptist Convention. I am grateful to have a small part in its work to share Jesus with the world. Sure, it has problems, and maybe even faults. But I'd rather do missions, evangelism, and ministry with my SBC brothers and sisters than on my own.

Ah, this blog post is finished. Where's my sweet tea?

Monday, June 22, 2009

Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot


I've been attending the SBC Pastor's Conference in Louisville, KY. Basically, it is an all day preach-a-thon designed for pastors. They do allow church members to attend, however! It traditionally precedes the Southern Baptist Convention, which begins tomorrow.

Between sessions, and at mealtimes, I had a chance see old preacher friends as they passed by, stopped to chat, or as I collared them myself.

I chatted with a pastor who once served with me in the same town. He's done well for himself since we last spoke. I talked to a couple of seminary professors. I saw a couple of others as well. Some of them I have listened to from their podcasts and conference audio recordings. Have you ever noticed how the face you imagined for a voice just doesn't seem to match?

One of the professors was kind enough to give me complimentary copies of his Theological Journal. As we left the Convention Center, I happened to take a seat beside him. He was a perfect stranger before this afternoon.

I gently asked a few questions about theological issues that I had been pondering. He was gracious enough to share some of his perspectives. I asked him about my book idea. After a pause, he said that he thought it needed to be written and that he would like to know more about Dr. Truett as well. I left encouraged to restart my writing and research. I thanked him for letting me pick his brain. Sometimes I miss those seminary days.

I enjoyed hearing Mike Huckabee speak this afternoon. He is a very good speaker with a genuinely pleasing personality. He had people on their feet and applauding. Then the former governor took up the bass and jammed with the band on "Victory in Jesus." One photo of this event appears at the top of this post. That's Mike behind the guitar player on the left. When was the last time you saw a presidential candidate play gospel music?

Later, I watched as my friend, Rick, who is rooming with me this week, went up to speak to him at his book signing. Mike acknowledged Rick, and smiled and waved. He was very gracious to all who came to shake hands, make their pictures with him, or have their books signed. I wondered if he remembered me when we served churches in the same Association.

Then it was good to see some pastors here from Southwest Louisiana. I sat through part of tonight's session with Shawn Thomas from Moss Bluff, said hello to Steve James from Trinity in Lake Charles, and even flew on the same plane with Dr. Aguillard, the president of Louisiana College. Small world, eh?

It is fun to visit with old friends, acquaintances and to make new friends. Someone once said that the pastor can be loneliest person in the church. I believe that can be true. We do tend to get busy, isolate ourselves from fellow ministers, or put ourselves in some self imposed exile. It is good to get out of the box and do some "preachertalk."

Old Acquaintances. May they never be forgotten.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Questions From Reading Obituaries

As part of my regular morning ritual, I retrieve the morning paper from my driveway. Sometimes I retrieve it from the yard, street, or wherever it happens to land.

As I walk up the driveway toward the house, I open the front section, scan the headlines above the fold, and then turn the page to the obituaries. I’m not looking to find my name, but the names of those whom I might know. I have also discovered on at least one occasion, I was scheduled to perform a funeral for a person I did not know. I also did not know I was to officiate at the funeral.

I immediately called the funeral director who apologized and said, “Well, I had to put something in the paper.” Lesson to funeral directors and families: Always check with the pastor or officiant before you put something in print.

As it turned out, I had just moved from the area and could not then return. I suppose someone else was secured to preach that funeral. I never heard.

Anyway, this week I followed my usual routine one morning. I read that day, as I have often, of people who lived and died. Some are old, some are young. Some are my age! What I find interesting is what is said about the departed. “He loved his family.” “He enjoyed fishing, visiting with family and friends," and any number of pastimes. Other notices say, “She was a caring person,” and so on. You get the idea.

Is that the most that can be said of a life? I often struggle when preparing to preach a funeral message to capture a life in a few carefully chosen words or paragraphs. How do you summarize a life in a few moments?

This particular morning an obituary gave me pause.

The obituary of this individual was rather lengthy. It listed a number of achievements, jobs held, and accolades given. It was more a biography than an obituary.

As it concluded, one omission was glaring.

No mention of church affiliation or any type of religious service to be held. There would be a “celebration of life.” Good. We should celebrate lives well lived.

But in this case, nothing was said of eternal things. No mention of faith. No mention of church activities. No preacher to conduct a funeral service.

People can live a active, noteworthy life. But when that life is over, what remains besides memories, trophies, and items for heirs to inherit?

In short, in all of life’s achievements, what had this person done that would last?

A favorite two line poem says it like this:

Only one life, it will soon be past;
Only what's done for Christ will last.

Isn’t that what really matters?

Thursday, June 11, 2009

The Long Arm Of The Law


I saw a man get arrested today.

Right on our church’s parking lot.

This drama played out just as a group of us exited the church building after a meeting with our contractor, his staff, our architect, and various subcontractors. The elation of the moment- we are finally beginning our building project- was stifled somewhat by the scene that greeted us after the meeting.

A man was standing beside his vehicle. Two sheriff’s deputies were shaking him down. Shortly thereafter, the handcuffs came out. The man was shuffled to a waiting vehicle and the door slammed shut behind him. The officers took advantage of the time by standing and talking.

I thought of the man. What did he do? Why was he stopped? Is he a family man? Does he have anyone who cares for him? Will he be put away for the proverbial “long time with the key thrown away?”

All of those thoughts occurred to me as I walked from the church building to the office.

He left behind his truck. Would someone come and get it? Would it stay there, with an ice chest and various items stowed in the bed, the windows down and everything inside exposed? (Note: I returned from lunch to find the truck had disappeared. Who took it?)

It was a disturbing scene.

I know that the officers were doing their job. All in a days work for them, it was. They do this kind of stuff everyday.

But I don’t.

People do bad things. They break the law. They get caught and have to pay a price.

Innocent citizens have to pay a price as well.

I just wish the timing hadn’t been quite what it was. That arrest scene, though calm and routine, haunts me a bit.

Years ago, I told a childhood friend who had become a police officer after I had become a pastor, “If I don’t get to them first, you will.”

This time the law overtook grace.

The good news is that grace will one day completely trump the law. Then such scenes will disappear.

Lord, haste The Day!