I’m remembering the time I bumped into Jeff Ingram in the hotel breakfast area. The previous evening, I had spoken at a local church while Jeff had led a conference for Sunday School directors in a neighboring community.
Jeff said, “I had 14 directors in my conference. It was great.”
I have never worked for Jeff’s employer–the Louisiana Baptist Convention with headquarters in Alexandria, Louisiana–but I knew what he is experiencing.
Without asking him, I can tell you the high point of his day.
Jeff is sitting in his office and the phone rings. A pastor or church staffer or lay leader from somewhere across this state is on the line.
“I need help,” he says. Jeff’s heart races. “Great,” he thinks to himself. “Someone needs me.”
What he says is, “Well, I’ll be happy to do anything I can for you.”
If the caller has a problem of untrained leaders or an anemic organization that needs a shot in the arm or his Sunday School is in disarray and he is desperate for assistance, all the juices start flowing in Jeff Ingram’s veins.
This is great.
This is what a denominational worker lives for. (He may even quote the Esther verse to himself : “I’ve come to the kingdom for such a time as this.”)
This is why he’s there.