For those who’ve heard my father preach, you know how straightforward he was.
His messages were like a tidal wave, filled with common sense, great humor and undeniable passion for our Lord.
Yesterday I spoke before a small congregation in the little western Massachusetts town of Granby.
The last time I was there, around 1983, was to install an Amway alarm system at my cousin Paula’s home.
The bigger alarm going off in my head was realizing this sermon invitation was not one I normally give, from behind a laptop, where mistakes I make are corrected before they reach you.
This was live, at the Living Gate Community Church.
God has a pulpit for all of us to embrace.
It’s the one called life.
Whether through words or deeds, our public behavior is exactly how we witness to the world each day.
Sure, we may make little mistakes now and then, which most don’t see, but when we allow deliberate ones, against our good conscience, like those defined within the 10 Commandments, that’s when invitations from other Christians to be God’s spokesman fade away.
For my Catholic friends, shocked that I’d preach at a non-denominational Church, remember what Jesus said to the Apostle John, miffed by a group of separated brethren.
John said to Jesus, “Master, we saw someone using your name to cast out demons, but we told him to stop because he isn’t in our group.”
But Jesus said, “Don’t stop him! Anyone who is not against you is for you.”