“I shall come into Thy house with burnt offerings; I shall pay Thee my vows” (Psalm 66:13).
During seminary days, I served a little church on Alligator Bayou some 25 miles west of New Orleans. We moved into an apartment in the back of the church and lived there for the next 30 months. The Cajun culture was a new experience for this Alabama farm boy and the church proved a blessing from beginning to end.
In prayer meeting one Wednesday evening, someone asked a question about a scripture. I said, “I don’t know, but I’ll look it up and get back to you.” Afterwards, Earl, a middle-aged member of the church, pulled me off to one side.
“The pastor before you was always promising to look up something and get back to us. But that was the last we would hear of it. If you tell someone you’re going to get back to them, pastor, do it.”
Earl, as I was to discover, could be a little caustic in his counsel, but he was on target with this.