This woman goes into the pharmacy. “I want to buy some arsenic.”

The druggist says, “We can’t sell you arsenic. Why do you want it?”

She says, “I want to kill my husband.”

“You want to buy some arsenic to kill your husband? May I ask why?”

She says, “Because he ran off with another woman. And, sir, that woman is your wife.”

The druggist says, “Why didn’t you tell me you have a prescription?”

That little joke from Dr. Bill Taylor, keynote speaker at our annual “Ridgecrest on the River” event held today on the campus of New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary, opened his message. Bill has a prescription for what ails many of our churches.

I sat in on several conferences throughout the day, then introduced Dr. Taylor at the plenary session at 2 o’clock. Here are some of my notes. You will thank me for not printing all of them out here; I’m a pretty thorough notetaker and it runs to several pages.

Bill Taylor: “Someone has written a book ‘New Ideas from Dead CEOs,” about Mary Kay, Walt Disney, Ray Kroc, and others. I’m thinking of writing a book ‘New Ideas from Dead CE’s,’ referring to Christian Educators.” Using powerpoint, he threw on the screen photos of some of his predecessors at the helm of SBC education for Lifeway: Arthur Flake, Frost, Barnette, Washburn, and Harry Piland.

“All the CEO’s in that book and all the CE’s in mine have one thing in common: NEXT. They were interested in ‘what’s next?’ They embraced the future. They were not looking back to 1900, they were not criticizing the new guys.”

“Christianity is the fastest declining religion in America,” Taylor said, quoting the North American Mission Board. “If we are to turn things around, we absolutely must change. Expect change, embrace it, enjoy it, and execute it.”

He listed five major changes that will be required of the churches of the SBC and much of America.

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While we on the Gulf Coast have experienced our own version of 9-11 just two years ago in the form of a devastating hurricane, we all still feel the sadness of September 11, 2001. We will join the rest of the nation in remembering next Tuesday, the 6th anniversary of that awful event. We will think of the thousands who died in their offices, those who died rescuing them, those who died on the plane and in the Pentagon, and all who were affected by these deaths. We will remember that day, recall the pain, and recommit ourselves.

The wound from 9-11 has mostly healed, but it has left a lasting scar on the soul of America. We are determined not to forget.

However, let us bear in mind that remembering is often a problem for us.We recall what we need to forget and turn loose of the very things we should remember.

In some ways and some areas, but not all, remembering is a necessary part of the human experience. We write notes to help us remember a grocery list or chores. We carry calendars and day-timers to get us to important assignments on time. We work to remember appointments, anniversaries, and the names of people. Teachers give tests so that we might remember the lessons they have presented to the class.

“Do this in remembrance of me” has been carved across the front of Lord’s Supper tables in almost every Protestant church in the land. Our Lord ordered this memorial supper to keep before us the matter of His death. “As often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you do show the Lord’s death until He come.” He gave us baptism–the original kind, full immersion–to keep His burial and resurrection before the church and the world. With these two ordinances, the Lord’s Supper and baptism, we portray the great events of Jesus’ death, burial, and resurrection to one another and the world.

In many situations, not remembering but forgetting is the right action. Some matters cry out to be erased from the mind and never brought up again. The slights of a friend, harsh words from a lover, the failure of someone we counted on, all should be forgotten. Love keeps no account of evil, we read in I Corinthians 13. God forgives our sin and then assures us, “I will remember it no more.” That’s Hebrews 10:17, a quote from the Old Testament.

Forgetting is a handy device of the human spirit that allows us to close the doors on sad events and unpleasant chapters and go forward. Unkind words, harsh treatment, neglect, cruelty, misfortune, accidents, great pain–we need to forget. “Forgetting those things which are behind,” Paul wrote, “I press forward.” (Philippians 3:13)

“How can you treat her so well after what she did to you?” someone asked a friend. “Oh,” she answered, “I distinctly remember forgetting that.”

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Mickey Caisson of the North American Mission Board said today, “I tell people the best thing they did in New Orleans after the hurricane was to get the pastors together. That weekly meeting became a place for them to minister to each other and encourage one another, yes, but it was also a place where outsiders came to meet with the pastors, to bring information and get connected with the people needing help.”

He added, “I can show you lots of places that came through disasters where they wish they had done that.”

His comment, spoken in our conference room Wednesday afternoon, was especially meaningful, coming as it does just after the second anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Last Wednesday marked the last of the weekly pastors’ gatherings. Today, the first Wednesday of September, was the beginning of our new schedule. From now on–and indefinitely we hope–the pastors will gather the first and third Wednesdays in our association Baptist center from 10 to 11:30 am.

We had 40 or 50 in attendance this morning, and began with our monthly associational executive committee meeting. We approved two new church starts, one an African-American mission at the Carver Center in Uptown, the other a Vietnamese mission in New Orleans East.

As if to underscore the heart of these weekly meetings as encouragement, pastor after pastor emphasized the blessing they had received from coming together, getting to know one another, praying with one another, praying for each other. And the fellowship. Just talking. Being in each other’s presence.

Who knew when we started this that God had this blessing in store.

Harry Lewis, vice-president of the North American Mission Board, was visiting in our offices this afternoon. He asked Freddie Arnold and me, “What are the chief lessons you have learned?”

We named three and could have given him a dozen.

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As the caravan stretched out for miles across the burning desert, one camel says to another, “I don’t care what they say–I’m thirsty.”

Some people say Christians don’t get discouraged. But you don’t care what they say, you get discouraged. And tired. You think about quitting.

“One more hurricane and I’m gone.” One more family moving away from my church. One more heartache, and I’m quitting.

Dr. David Hankins was preaching to some 25 or 30 couples–New Orleans pastors and wives–who were attending the retreat Hankins’ staff at the Louisiana Baptist Convention office had arranged for us. The above was part of his introduction.

We had driven up on Friday afternoon, feasted on barbecue at the LBC building that evening, heard Evangelism Director Wayne Jenkins do an incredible comedy routine, had Saturday to ourselves, enjoyed a fish fry and the Pine Ridge quartet that evening at Kingsville Baptist Church, and now on Sunday morning, we were completing the weekend with a 10 o’clock worship service. Hankins was speaking to a group of warriors who battle discouragement and fatigue daily, and his message could not have been more apropos.

His text was I Kings 19:9ff, the hard times Elijah went through following his great victory at Mount Carmel. The man of God was tired, spent, lonely, hungry, and discouraged. “Just let me die,” he said repeatedly.

“How did Elijah get this way?” David asked. He did it the same way the rest of us find ourselves down in the dumps and thinking of tossing in the towel.

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“You don’t like your pastor. What else is new?”

“You say that like there’s a lot of it going around.”

“It’s like a plague. I’ve been thinking of going back and reading Exodus where God sent the plagues on Egypt to see if this was one of them. Frogs in the street, blood in the Nile, unhappiness in the pews.”

“Are you dismissing the subject? You’re so pro-pastor that you can’t see sometimes a church has genuine issues with a preacher and he needs to leave?”

“Not at all. I’m just voicing my unhappiness with the whole business. It hurts to see pastors and congregations at odds with one another.”

“Do you want to hear my side of this matter? Do you have time?”

“I can make the time. This is important.”

We sat there in my office quietly for a moment, then I said, “But first, would you let me tell you something on my heart? This is not about you or your church, but about the whole issue of the relationships of pastors and congregations.”

“I’m a good listener,” he said. “Shoot.”

“One of the primary reasons for so much unhappiness in the pews with the preachers is faulty understanding of what God intends. I’ve come up with four half-truths which most church members believe. When we believe wrong, as you know, we do wrong and no good comes of it.”

He was listening well, so I went on.

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Brianne Painia was the only teenager on last night’s program at the Second Anniversary of Katrina Prayer Rally, held in the impressive worship center of the First Baptist Church of New Orleans on Canal Boulevard. She sat just to the right of me the entire evening; I thought she was an adult, maybe the wife of one of the speakers. Then, she walked to the podium.

Brianne looked out at the houseful of worshipers and said, “When they asked me to pray a prayer on this program, I thought, ‘It’s just a prayer. I can pray. No big deal.’ When people would ask me about it, I still said, ‘No big deal.’ Then they sent me the program and I saw that I’m praying just after two preachers, and I thought, ‘Uh oh. Big deal.'”

But whoever put Brianne on the program knew what they were doing. She did precisely what she was asked to do and which every child of God is meant to do: she approached the Father’s throne in faith and humility and prayed the prayer of faith on behalf of our schools, their leaders, and the teachers.

Fred Luter prayed first. Fred prays a lot like he preaches; he gets with it. He talks to God and talks to us in the same way–with energy and faith and conviction. When Fred Luter prays, there is no neutral ground.

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During the Second World War, Pastor Harry Emerson Fosdick of New York City’s Riverside Church preached a series of messages which he published in a small paperback volume titled “A Great Time to be Alive.” In the sermon by that title, he begins, “This certainly is a ghastly time to be alive.”

Several paragraphs later, he says, “This is an especially hideous generation for Christians.” Then, after a bit, he says, “Nevertheless, this is also a great time to be alive.”

Fosdick tells of Victor Hugo who was the toast of Paris in his early years. His writings enjoyed great success and he was the glory of France. Then, Napoleon III rose to power and suddenly Hugo was an outcast, a condition lasting 19 years. Hugo hated the exile, but out of that period came his greatest writings. His biographer calls that time in Hugo’s life “miraculously inspired” as he became twice the man he had been. Hugo said, “Why was I not exiled before!”

This is a great time to be alive, Fosdick said, because it drives us back to the fundamentals and calls forth the best work from us.

My thoughts exactly on this, the second anniversary of Hurricane Katrina.

President Bush made his 15th visit to the hurricane-area this week. He touched all the right buttons, saw and talked to the right people, said the right things. What will come of it further no one knows.

Our Wednesday pastors meeting drew about 25 of our ministers and they were in a reflective mood. I felt I was representing all of Southern Baptists as one after another rose to thank the SBC, our LBC, and our association. Several pointed out through teary eyes, “I couldn’t have made it without you,” directing the remarks to all our people but looking only at me. Then, the joke became that they were eulogizing me, and we all had a good laugh.

Today marks the end of our weekly pastors meetings.

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The Lord had something special in mind for me this weekend. One after another of old friends appeared and blessed my life.

It began Monday morning at Gardner-Webb University where I had traveled for the installation of Robert Canoy as the dean and president of the M. Christopher White Divinity School. I had not seen Robert since he was 12 years old, in 1970 when I left Emmanuel Baptist Church in Greenville, MS, to join the staff of the FBC of Jackson, MS. In the meantime, he grew up, was called to preach, went to college and seminary, earned a doctor of philosophy degree from our seminary in Louisville, KY, and pastored some significant churches.

We gathered in his office a few minutes before time for the installation luncheon where I was to speak. His parents were there. William and Dorothy Canoy, still living in Greenville, William retired now from the National Guard, their four children all grown up. We hugged, and Dorothy told the others in the room of my coming to their home in October of 1970 and leading her and the three boys to Christ. William, she said, delayed, and was saved the following year. I had the privilege of baptizing her and the boys, and how honored I am about that. This is one precious family, and what a good day’s work someone did getting Robert to head that institution.

Wayne Ward, Robert’s professor and mentor at Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, was the featured speaker for the convocation in the school chapel. Earlier, at the luncheon, he hardly sat down as he met old friends and made new ones. At age 86, he is a wonder. I jokingly remarked to Robert that if his experience is like mine, people will come up saying, “You remember me. We met in 1976.” Robert said, “Yes, but Wayne will say, ‘I remember it exactly. It was on the bus at the convention in Norfolk and you said….'”

Sure enough, when Robert introduced us, Dr. Ward said, “Joe, I know you,” and went into the time and place. I was stunned. How could he remember this and I not? Shame on me.

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(A message by Dr. Joe McKeever, delivered at the Installation Luncheon for Dr. Robert Canoy who assumes the presidency of the M. Christopher White Divinity School at Gardner-Webb University on Monday, August 27, 2007.)

“Thou hast given me the tongue of disciples, that I may know how to sustain the weary one with a word.” –Isaiah 50:4

“You have strengthened tottering knees; your words have stood men on their feet.” –Job 4:4

Someone said Italy is putting a clock on the Tower of Pisa to make the point that just because you have the inclination does not mean you have the time.

The next time someone gives you his life-verse from Scripture, if you have both the time and inclination, ask for the story behind it. Here’s why Job 4:4 means so much to me.

I was a small child for my age. In a class of a hundred seventh graders, I was the shortest boy. As a result, I adopted “the short person syndrome.” To compensate for lack of size, the person with this condition speaks loudly, brashly, and boastfully. He seeks to be the center of attention, often at the expense of others whom he cuts down verbally. In my teens, I grew out of the shortness but, alas, kept the syndrome.

Even after God made me a pastor, I struggled with this weakness, this verbal terrorism. Then, in my 30th year, I experienced what a friend calls a watershed moment.

My wife and I had gone to a movie on Saturday night. The house lights were up and we greeted a number of friends in the audience. Across the auditorium, I spotted 17-year-old Brandi, a member of our church. She was cute and sweet and probably a little too serious about life at that age. Brandi did not get many dates, and tonight she was sitting between Alex and Betty, her next door neighbors. As we waved, I called across the theater, “What’s the matter, Brandi — couldn’t get a date?”

The next morning Brandi’s mother did something wonderful for me and courageous for her — she held me accountable. She phoned the office and said, “Joe, it looks like you go out of your way to hurt my child.” I was so clueless, I had to ask what she was talking about. I apologized to her, to Brandi, to Alex and Betty, and if I could, I would have assembled everyone in the theater to apologize to them. That was the day I began seriously working on mastering my tongue.

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