Over breakfast in a Cracker Barrel a few miles west of Nashville, Frank and I talked about his new job. After a quarter century of pastoring Southern Baptist churches, he had become a chaplain in industry. When we talked, he had just gone full-time.
“Basically, we walk the plant and talk to the workers, four or five minutes each. We’re not promoting a church or a denomination, but trying to get to know them.”
“Our object,” he said, “is to gain their confidence by showing them we aren’t selling anything or promoting anyone but Jesus.”
He works with everyone, he says, from Muslims to Jehovah’s Witnesses to Baptists to atheists.
“When we first start inside a plant or company, the workers are suspicious. They think we are a part of management.”
“Gradually, they learn we’re not. In fact, we cannot tell the boss anything they tell us without their permission.”
“Confidentiality is the rule,” Frank said.
You get your chaplains from the pastorate? I asked.
“We do. But first we have to train them, to detox them.”