Meeting the Lord and facing your deeds

“And their works do follow them” (Revelation 14:13). 

“Pastor, my aunt Bernice would like you to visit her this week. There’s something she wants to talk with you about.”

I knew this young deacon’s Aunt Bernice. She was up in years and sickly, and while not a member of our church, she was related to several.  With her years and health, I figured she wanted to talk with the minister about getting ready to see the Lord.

She did, but not in the way I had expected.

The next afternoon, as we sat in her living room, Miss Bernice said, “Pastor, I know I’m saved. I have no doubt about that. I remember being saved. But there’s something else bothering me.”

“Pastor, I haven’t done right by the church.”

She continued, “As a young adult, I got away from the church. I raised my son without the church and really came to regret it. And now I’m old and can’t even go. But if you’d let me, I’d like to put my membership in and become a member. I’ll pray for you all and send an offering from my monthly check.”

I assured her we would be honored to receive her, and took care of that the next Sunday.

On the way back to the church office that day, I asked myself, “Have you done right with the Lord’s church?”

Good question for each of us to consider.

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They asked you to pray at the secular convention and you agreed. Now what?

Sooner or later this happens to every pastor:  Some civic (translation:non-religious‘) outfit calls and asks you to lead a prayer at their gathering.  Sometimes it’s the city council or state legislature, sometimes it’s a convention or some club’s gathering.  You are faced with the decision on what to say and what you should not say. 

So here’s my story.

I was in my fourth year pastoring the First Baptist Church of Kenner, LA, in metro New Orleans (across the street from the New Orleans International Airport).  I received a phone call one day informing me that when the American Dental Association held its annual meeting in our city a few months hence, they wanted me to offer the invocation.  I was surprised and honored.

The caller said I would have three minutes for the prayer. She added, “And Pastor, please make it interdenominational.”  In my journal I wrote: “Had she said to omit the name of Jesus, I would have declined the honor for the sake of principle. As it was, I felt I could do something that would satisfy everyone.”

The day came.  It was a huge hotel in downtown New Orleans.  Perhaps 700 to 1,000 people in the room.

Here is what I wrote in my journal:

“The President of the ADA is Dr. Gaines, a dentist from Greenville, SC.  Said his SS teacher gave him my name.  Dr. John Roberts, editor of the SC Baptist Courier.  Just before the meeting started (8:30 am), backstage I met Heather Whitestone, Miss America 1994 (or is it 1995?), the near-deaf lass from Alabama.  We spoke briefly.  Before leading the pledge of allegiance she told the audience how much she loves this country and is grateful to those who have kept it free.  Her chaperone whispered to me, “I never know what she’s going to say.”

After she finished, I prayed the invocation.  Shall I record it here?

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