I drove 6 hours to get to “church” Saturday night. It was worth the drive.

On Friday, I had driven to Birmingham to speak at the annual deacons’ banquet in the outstanding Green Valley Baptist Church where NOBTS grad Jeff Vanlandingham is pastor. I spent the night with my big brother Ron, veteran pastor in the Gardendale area, and Saturday at 11 am the family gathered at Niki’s restaurant on Finley Avenue to celebrate our parents’ 72nd wedding anniversary. (Mom got up feeling her age and asked if someone else could sit in for her. Sorry, mom. No one can take your place. She seemed to make it just fine.) I cut out at 12:30 and headed south toward New Orleans, trying to make the 7 pm start for the “Celebration of Hope” in the New Orleans Arena. Franklin Graham would be the preacher.

Our church–the First Baptist Church of Kenner, near the New Orleans airport–lined up five buses to ferry members and friends to the arena, and presumably wanting to make certain everyone got a seat, left two hours before the service for what is about a 20 minute drive. I’m uncertain what the arena’s capacity is, but it was filled to the brim, with only a few empty seats here and there, and a larger section behind the stage where anyone sitting would not be able to see anything. Pick a number. I’d say 15,000 were in attendance. We’ll see what the Sunday morning paper says. I did arrive on time, finding a space in the Superdome parking lot, and settling in beside son Neil and his family with 10 minutes to spare. Section 309 is on the nosebleed level. Seriously, this building was constructed strictly for basketball (although Placido Domingo did a concert here this week) and the rows of seats seem to be stacked on one another. Stumble on the top row and they’ll pick you up downstairs on the court. And probably haul you off to the morgue. It’s scary. And the seats are tight, not unlike sitting in the middle seat on an airplane for 3 hours. You gotta wanna do this. And we did.

Music. You like it, they had it. Local choirs did the pre-service praise, then the celebration officially got underway. George Huff of American Idol fame. Guitarist Dennis Agajanian. Point of Grace. One after another. Good music, I’m sure. Not my preference for the most part, but, hey, they weren’t aiming at me. Let’s just say the place was rocking. That went on for an hour, interspersed with videos on the New Orleans crisis, Franklin Graham’s ministries, and a testimony from a football star.

Okay, I’m ready for Franklin Graham. Not yet. Mel Graham was introduced, the son of Billy Graham’s recently deceased brother Melvin. He told of growing up on the family dairy farm and getting into real estate. “In my 20s I turned my back on God,” he said. “God showed me who was boss, and brought me to my knees.” Partying, drinking. “A policeman woke me up in the middle of an intersection.” That was the night he spiritually awakened and gave his life to the Lord Jesus Christ and began to get his act together. “He’s the One and Only Answer,” he said.

Okay, Franklin Graham now. Nope. “Let’s put our hands together and welcome Tommy Walker.” Say who? “I’m your worship leader,” he said. For the next 30 minutes, he led us in hymns and choruses, accompanying himself on the guitar. I was the only person in the building, judging by the wonderful singing and enthusiastic participation, who was ready for the preaching. Maybe it was because I’d just driven 6 hours and was tired.

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In Wednesday’s Pastors meeting at LaPlace…. Mike Canady came from the state Baptist convention to acquaint everyone with NAMB’s Project Noah, involving thousands of volunteers in rebuilding 1,000 homes and 20 churches…Cherry Blackwell talked about the First-Responders-Appreciation-Event set for Saturday April 8 at the New Orleans Arena. All pastors and others interested in helping us honor the thousands of military/law enforcement/medical/firefighting workers who saved our city are invited to meet with Cherry at Williams Boulevard Baptist Church in Kenner on Tuesday, March 21 at 2 pm.

I left early for a funeral of a dear 87-year-old who was a pillar in the First Baptist Church of Kenner for all the years I was there and a long time before. Brentiss “Brenda” Triay–all 80 pounds of her–had worked during the Second World War at the Delta Shipyards in New Orleans, down in the ships’ holds, using a welder burner. Her son-in-law David Watts, said, “She was an unsung hero of the war.” Brenda and her two sisters, Sybil Boudreaux and Catherine Creel, were mainstays of the church, the kind of members every pastor craves, the low-maintenance/high return kind. I was greeting worshipers one Sunday and came near where the three sat, making my small talk. I said to them, “There’s something I don’t understand. You are all sisters. You obviously love each other. Why don’t you live together?” They reacted in horror, and said almost in unison, “Oh no. We can’t get along!” I’m still laughing about that.

I’ve decided to use our sessions with the pastors on Wednesdays to drop in an occasional pointer on pastoring churches. Since I was leaving early today for a funeral, I took the occasion to share some convictions on Christian funeral services.

1. Make the gospel message clear and plain. Do not equivocate on the promises of the Lord about eternal life. When it comes to death and the afterlife, you have the only message in town.

2. Begin your funeral message with a clear, concise statement from Scripture. “I am the resurrection and the life…” or “Let not your heart be troubled. You believe in God, believe also in me….” I’ve seen ministers walk to the podium and their opening words of the funeral were something like, “So many times when we come to experiences like this….” I think to myself, “You’ve spoken only half a sentence and I’m already bored. Speak up, man. Tell what Jesus said. Be positive!”

3. I suggest you memorize many of the texts you will be using in funeral messages. John 11:25 and John 14:1-6, as well as Psalm 23, come to mind. You need to know those texts inside and out. However, one caveat: If you recite a lengthy passage from memory in the service, open your Bible like you’re reading it and glance at it occasionally. Otherwise, you will draw attention to yourself and away from the Scripture. The audience will quit listening and start thinking, “Isn’t he smart. He has memorized all that.” Often in a funeral, I may quote Psalm 23, but no one knows I’ve memorized it since I have the Bible open. Only by looking over my shoulder would anyone notice it’s not open to Psalm 23.

4. In a funeral, do not give the “zip code” for all the Scriptures you will be using. No one cares that you’re now reading chapter 11 and verses 5 through 8 and have just read chapter 8, verses 11 and 12. Just read it. At other times when you are actually teaching the text, give every reference. But not at a funeral. Just declare it.

Toward the end of the morning, I talked with the pastors on how to make your public invitations more effective. Two events in my life have forever etched a great lesson on my heart.

In the mid-1970s at the Billy Graham crusade in Birmingham, I attended his school of evangelism held at a downtown church. One of the conferences dealt with making your public invitation more effective. The teacher asked the class, “At what point does Mr. Graham begin his invitation in a crusade sermon?” Someone raised his hand and said, “When he begins to speak.” “Exactly,” said our teacher. “Notice what he does tonight.” That evening at the time of the sermon, Mr. Graham walked to the podium, said some preliminary remarks, then said, “Tonight many of you have come here with burdened hearts. Some have come with broken homes and great questions. I’m going to ask you to commit your life to the Lord Jesus Christ….” and he went on from there, beginning his sermon with an invitation. He repeated it in the middle of the message and then extended it for real at the end. As usual, people filled every aisle going forward.

A few years later, we had taken our youth choir from our Mississippi church to England for two weeks. Our host church’s pastor invited me to preach for the church in Tonbridge, Kent, both Sundays. I did everything exactly as I would have back home, including offering a public invitation, to which, incidentally, no one responded. On the second Sunday, a deacon said, “Pastor, may I tell you why no one responded to your altar call?” He explained, “Pastor David extends the invitation only on the Sundays when we have the Lord’s Supper. So, we know to expect it then and we’re ready for it. But we did not know until you came to the end of your sermon you were going to do that. Had you told us when you first got up, we would have been ready.” Great counsel, too late given, but something I should have already known.

I challenged the pastors to begin their messages by announcing to the congregation the nature of the invitation at the start of the sermon, then repeat it in some fashion in the body of the message, and then, of course, at the end. And see what a difference it makes.

Freddie Arnold and I met with a pastor and church leader of a congregation that is in the middle of the dead zone this week. They’re trying to decide what to do, as are other churches in the same situation. We will appreciate the prayers of our friends throughout the country.

Freddie finally got inside his FEMA trailer. It’s been parked at our associational building for weeks, but without electrical hookups. And the keys were locked inside. “How did you get in?” I asked. He grinned sheepishly and said, “With a wire. I picked it.” Ah, those pre-salvation skills do come in handy from time to time. A team from Oklahoma is wiring the trailer this week.

BILLY GRAHAM ARRIVES IN NEW ORLEANS

Thursday’s paper tells of Mr. Graham’s and Franklin’s tour of the devastated areas of the city Wednesday, particularly the Lower 9th Ward. At one point, the senior evangelist got out of the van to gaze around at the scope of the disaster. Having to be helped in and out of the van, he said, “I’m sorry for being so crippled.” Double whammy of a broken hip and Parkinson’s. Mr. Graham said, “I’d thought I’d read it all, but it doesn’t compare to what you see in just a few minutes’ tour of this area.”

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This appeared today in Rick Warren’s MinistryToolBox at Pastors.com:

In the middle of another masterpiece, Leonardo da Vinci laid down his brushes and oils to answer the knock at the door. There stood a neighbor who was having trouble with the water line at his house. He wondered if the great Leonardo – a genius who seemed to know something about everything – could take a look at it.

The artist walked away from his easel, picked up his tools and followed the distressed man home. We assume the pipes got repaired, but alas, to this day that masterpiece stands unfinished.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge is said to have had gifts rivaling Shakespeare. On one occasion in the summer of 1797, while in poor health, Coleridge awakened from sleep with a lengthy poem filling his mind, the verses already worked out. He merely needed to write it down.

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“I’m so glad you came by,” my neighbor said. “We’re Catholic, but I admire Billy Graham so much. I’m going to try to get my son to go with me.”

I was knocking on the doors on my block, delivering invitations to this weekend’s “Celebration of Hope,” the Billy and Franklin Graham crusade scheduled for Saturday and Sunday in our N.O. Arena.

Mine must be the only house on this block without two dogs. Even though it was the supper hour–from 6:30 to 7:30–darkness had fallen and it seemed that everyone had settled in for the evening, until the doorbell roused dogs and threw every house into commotion. Even so, almost everyone was at home, they were all cordial, and several expressed appreciation for the invite.

The mosquitoes were as big as silver dollars, and everywhere. I apologized a couple of times, until one neighbor said, “These won’t bite. In fact, these are the good mosquitoes that eat the little ones.” Coulda fooled me. They sure look fearsome enough.

The Catholic lady asked for more invitations so she could invite some of the people at her church this week. I gave her a packet of 25.

The name “Billy Graham” certainly opens doors on my block.

Yesterday I enjoyed preaching at the First Baptist Church of Madison, Mississippi, for their three morning worship services. To my surprise, a number of New Orleans area people were in the audience. Bill and Dorinda Evans said, “We live here now. Moved here after Katrina.” As did several other families. It’s a story repeated in every town and city across this part of the world, which explains where the missing 300,000 citizens of this metro area have disappeared to. They have infiltrated America.

Kimberly Williamson Butler–remember her? New Orleans’ Clerk of Criminal Court who became a criminal herself for disobeying the rulings of her judges–appeared in court today and was sentenced to three days in jail and a fine of $500. In the past she has said voters sympathize with her because she knows what it is to be fired (from the mayor’s office), to be the victim of discrimination (because she’s a Christian, she says), and to be persecuted. Now, I suppose she’ll want the sympathy votes of the jailbirds. And she vows she is qualified to be our next mayor. If we thought Nagin was something….

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I hope Jeff didn’t take it personally. When the phone rang tonight and Jeff on the other end said he was taking a radio listening survey, I reluctantly told him to go ahead. “What stations have you listened to in the last week?” I said, “WWL.” He said, “WW-what?” “WWL.” “WWL. Is that AM or FM?” I said, “You’re calling about the New Orleans stations and you don’t even know what WWL is?” Jeff said, “I don’t listen to radio much. I just do this for a living.” I said, “It’s AM. And I listen to WWNO. That’s FM.” Jeff said, “FM?” “Right. FM.”

Then he said, “Which one do you listen to most?” I said, “WWL.” He repeated that and said, “Is that FM or AM?” I am not believing this guy. “I just told you,” I said. “I know, but I entered it into the computer and it’s gone.” “AM.” “WWL-AM. Is that right?” Right. “And which one do you listen to second most?” I said, “The other one.” “What other one?” “I only gave you two stations. One was WWL.” “I have to hear the answers from you, sir. I can’t help you.” “WWNO-FM.”

Jeff fed that into his computer and then said, “May I ask your age?” No. “May I ask your age range?” Nope. “Well, that completes our survey.” Thanks, Jeff.

I’m still smiling about that bit of foolishness, probably because it calls to mind the time I came out on the short end of a similar call. A caller claimed he was surveying television viewing in homes and could I give him three minutes. I agreed and the conversation went exactly like this.

“First, could you tell me your age range? Are you between 25 and 35, 35 and 45, 45 and 55, or 55 and up?” I said, “That one.” “Which one?” “The last one, 55 and up.” “Thank you, sir.” Click. He hung up. That was the entire survey. He found out I was in the elderly decrepit group of TV-viewers and demonstrated so eloquently that no one cares what seniors are watching. We already knew that, but this was as much confirmation as one would ever need.

I took out my frustration on Jeff tonight. Poor Jeff, trying to do a difficult job with elderly senile radio listeners.

Speaking of silliness, we now have 20 candidates for the New Orleans mayor’s office, with the election coming up April 22. In addition to “Chocolate City’s Willy Wonka” Ray Nagin, the incumbent, we have two major contenders, Ron Forman and Mitch Landrieu. Forman heads up the Audubon Institute and has been a visible community go-getter for a couple of decades. Mitch Landrieu’s father Moon was the last “White” mayor of New Orleans, and his sister Mary is our senior U.S. Senator. Mitch is the Lieutenant Governor, a weak office in Louisiana devoted primarily to promoting tourism and the movie industry. After these three, the slate goes downhill fast.

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IN DEFENSE OF A CITY THAT NEEDS SOME LAUGHTER

I usually don’t expend my limited energies–emotional or physical–on responding to media comments, otherwise there would be time for little else. Last week a local professor wrote a long op-ed piece in the Times-Picayune, for example, on “Why they hate us,” going to great lengths to expound on why the rest of the world despises New Orleans. One wonders what planet that guy lives on. I didn’t respond to him, but plenty of writers did, including one in Thursday’s paper from North Hampton, Ohio.

Karen Hayes wrote, “What a surprise it was, while I visited your city this weekend, to read in your headlines that we who are not from New Orleans ‘don’t get’ Mardi Gras and not only that, will always ‘hate’ you! As one of the chaperones for a high school marching band from the Ohio cornfields, I can assure you that our group of almost 100 would not have come if we didn’t love both New Orleans and its people.’ She ended with, ‘I have no doubt that your city will be better than ever, but already your hospitality and courage have won the hearts of a bunch of Ohio kids and their parents.'”

Said so much better than anything I would have written.

Thursday’s Baptist Press releases included a short article from Gary Ledbetter, editor of the Southern Baptist Texan, in which he asked “Is this the New Orleans we want back?” Ledbetter is for New Orleans, he said, and I don’t doubt it. He stands for the same gospel we love and opposes the same vices and excesses those of us who live here do. But in railing against this week’s Mardi Gras celebration, he said, “It is…a bit unseemly for a city…to quake in terror before a storm, beg for mercy, beg for help, and then, after those prayers are abundantly answered, to run naked through the street yelling, ‘Laissez les bon temps rouler!’

I did not read of anyone running through the city naked. Perhaps he did. Thursday’s paper reports that arrests were down 60% from last year, and with the exception of one hit-and-run, no major incidents related to Mardi Gras were reported. Of the 282 arrests in the French Quarter’s 8th District, the police department indicated that 91 were for public intoxication, 21 for lewd conduct (maybe streaking naked, but more likely exposing themselves for beads), 6 for guns, and 2 for narcotics. A total of 900 arrests city-wide were made in connect with many Mardi Gras parades over several days. And those parades, bear in mind, involved several hundred thousand people. Pretty good, if you ask me.

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The pastor said, “We’re not the same church we were before Katrina.” We were sitting in his office this Wednesday afternoon. He explained, “God has shown me just how introverted we were as a church before the hurricane. All our energies and ministries were directed inward.” I said, “A lot of our churches were that way.” “But we were slowly dying,” he said. “One of the things we are determined to do is minister in the community. A free car wash, giving help door to door, doing what we can to help the people.”

I rejoiced inwardly over his being given a clear focus from the Lord for his church. I told him of one of our local pastors who announced to his congregation recently, “We’re through having two hour business meetings to vote on spending a few cents on call waiting.” I told him that pastor’s congregation cheered his decision, and that his will, also. “Have you had any opposition?” I asked. “Not really,” he said, adding, “A little grumbling here and there, but nothing serious.” I gave him one of the mainstays of my quotes. John Wesley wrote a letter to a pastor, saying to him, in effect, “I hear you are doing a great work in that city. I am amazed Satan has not raised up a champion to oppose it.”

FamilyNet Radio is now broadcasting on Sirius, the new pay radio service. This morning at 7:30 am, in their live talk show portion, I was their guest for some 15 minutes as they interviewed me about the New Orleans situation. I didn’t say anything new, certainly nothing readers of this website haven’t seen fifty times, yet it’s good to find new audiences.

At our pastors meeting in LaPlace this morning, I suggested to our guys that they do what I’ve done, which was to take a leaf out of Chuck Kelley’s book. The president of our New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary has to speak before many different groups, often on the same subject, so he feels no need to re-invent the wheel each time. “When we were in the New Horizons fundraising campaign three years ago,” I told them, “I attended many gatherings where Chuck spoke, each time saying basically the same thing, but with great gusto and enthusiasm. He was quite effective.” Every one of our pastors gets opportunities to speak before groups or be interviewed in the media concerning the New Orleans story. “Get your story,” I suggested. “Pick out your favorite quotes, scenes, comments, and insights, and arrange it so you can tell it effectively. Sometimes you’ll have a half hour and sometimes two minutes.”

Here are some excerpts from today’s pastors meeting with around 50 attending…

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“Waitin’ for the train to come in”

The Times-Picayune’s editor Jim Amoss was interviewed by Katie Couric on this morning’s “Today” show. “Why is it taking so long to get the rebuilding process started?” she asked. He answered, “The government needs to step up with money and a plan. Then the mayor and the governor have to get on board.” She said, “The federal government has already put $87 billion into this area.” Amoss said (I’m going from memory here), “Most of that was money paid out to people through the federal flood insurance program.” I wanted to add, “And to help people survive these months they’ve been unable to live at home.” “But,” Amoss added, “very little money has been put into the rebuilding of the city.” That is a point the average U.S. citizen does not seem to get. He pointed out that the city flooded because of the ineptitude of the Corps of Engineers, making it a federal responsibility. Another point most people miss. So we wait.

In the Second World War, Peggy Lee had a hit, done in that soft sultry way of hers, about a girlfriend standing on the station platform, looking for her soldier boy to return. “Waitin’ for the train to come in” was a song millions of Americans could identify with.

Tom T. Hall had a song a generation later in which everyone was waiting for something. It ended, “The bee’s just waiting for the honey. And honey, I’m just waitin’ for you.” Everybody’s waitin’.

Around here people are waiting for the mayoral election, due for the end of April. If someone other than Ray Nagin is elected, all bets are off, and anything could happen. My guess is Nagin and one of the white guys–Ron Forman or Mitch Landrieu perhaps–will make the run-off. People afraid of radical change will probably vote for the known quantity, Nagin. Amoss said on the “Today” show that there is no real polling going on, since so many voters are displaced and many who are here are living with cell phones, putting them out of the reach of pollsters.

How some of us spent Mardi Gras

This morning Freddie Arnold borrowed Riverside Baptist Church’s van and met a group of Georgians at the airport. After checking into the hotel in Metairie, they joined Lonnie Wascom, Larry Badon, and Mike Canady for lunch at the Piccadilly. This cafeteria was the only eating place on the east side of the river we could find open. Everything else was shut down for Mardi Gras–a holiday for most, party time for some. The Georgia group was led by Jim Burton and Richard Harris, executives with our North American Mission Board, come to see the area, and included four men from the oldest Baptist church in Georgia, Kiokee Church of Appling. Pastor Steve Hartman was accompanied by Allen May, Jerry Tiller, and Robert Pollard. All of them–execs, pastor, laymen–were looking for a handle, how to help this area in the way that will mean most. Dr. Jack Allen, NOBTS professor of church planting, joined our group and added considerably to the discussions.

Tomorrow the group will tour the Mississippi Gulf Coast, then Thursday take in the Northshore, from Covington to Hammond.

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Tuesday is the big day. Normally a holiday for our citizens, and a welcome one at that, this year we have some representatives of the North American Mission Board coming to town–they’re good people, but they don’t keep up with the local calendar–and some of us will be spending the day with them.

Sunday morning, I preached at Oak Park Baptist Church on the West Bank of New Orleans. They were commissioning their Sunday School teachers for the year; like everyone else down here, they’re running a little off schedule. Interim minister Joe Kay announced that a church in Ruston had sent $10,000 to help install showers in the renovated educational building so they will be able to host volunteers coming to help rebuild the city. He read a letter from a couple who belonged to Oak Park decades ago, sending their love and a thousand dollar check. The church voted today to allow the Billy Graham “Rapid Response” chaplains to live in a residence next door for the next three months. At the end of the service, the altar was filled with members recommitting themselves to pray for this city. State Legislator Jim Tucker, a member of the church, was present. He has a standing invitation to attend our Wednesday pastors meeting in LaPlace to bring us up-to-date on legislative doings.

Times-Picayune columnist Chris Rose is defending Mardi Gras, which has become a popular task around these parts, since much of the nation wonders whether the city has lost its mind by staging this party in the midst of the great devastation. He says some of the same things the rest of us have, that 98% of the people in the French Quarter who are guzzling barrel-size beers and flashing their bodies for beads are not from here. They are from “your” town. “You’re watching a mirror of yourselves,” he says to the nation.

Chris Rose is put out with what the media–and some self-serving politicians, I might add–have done to the image of this city, post-Katrina. Listen to the national coverage of our disaster and you come away believing the rich white folks of Lakeview got off easy compared to the poor Blacks of the Lower Ninth Ward. “Never mind,” he writes, “that the flood itself ignored such devices and claimed lives, property and peace of mind indiscriminately and equally across race, class and gender lines and across hundreds of square miles.” He writes, “The failure of the Corps of Engineers was true democracy in action. Or would that be inaction?” Read any paper in the nation commenting on New Orleans’ having a Mardi Gras this year, and it comes out to rich white folks partying at the expense of the neglected minorities.

Rose quotes a friend who lives in the Lower 9th, that she is fed up with the reaction when she tells people where she is from. “They immediately think I am poor, uneducated, have no car, no job, and was too stupid to get out of town when a hurricane comes.” She adds, “I’m not stupid.”

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Since Katrina, our funeral homes have been busier than before. At first, it was “Katrina” deaths, with the newspaper notices announcing that “He died on September 1” or “She died of a heart attack in a shelter after the hurricane.” Now, judging from the obituaries, it seems to be the normal kind of dying. But with one third the population of what the city was before the storm, you would think we’d have fewer deaths. I have no answer to this.

A member of the Kenner church, a lady who had moved away some years ago and with her husband had been residents of a nursing home in Mississippi, died this week and the family asked me to do a brief memorial service for her in the local cemetery’s mausoleum. Standing in that little chapel waiting for everyone to gather, I heard a man say, “This place gives me the willies.” In slots all around the chapel wall, perhaps reaching 12 feet high, were remains of the deceased over the years. I never come into that chapel without going to the rear where a glass case, not unlike a china cabinet, holds the cremains and photographs of a number of people. I go to the pictures of three brothers side by side, all of them dying before they were 30 years old. I did every funeral. I can only imagine the pain their parents must still be experiencing to this day; you never get over that kind of grief.

On the way out of the associational office to the cemetery, Jennifer Smith called. “Can you run by here?” Something had happened at Highland Baptist Church where her husband Scott is pastor. When I arrived, police cars were everywhere. Scott explained, “A few weeks ago, two men came by, said they were trying to find construction work, and could they put their pop-up camper on our church parking lot. It occurred to me this morning I had not seen either of them for two weeks. If they weren’t going to stay here, we need to get that camper off the parking lot. We have some FEMA trailers coming in. I decided to see if the door was open.” It was.

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