I had to go to Sunday evening worship alone. You see, this afternoon, my daughter went out for a walk after we ate lunch, and when she came back, she put her key in the front door and turned the lock, and the door knob fell off. She tried to fix it, but someone had used the wrong screws on it, so she called the apartment manager. The apartment manager gave her the number of the maintenance man for the apartments, and he said he would be there in an hour, and an hour would be right in the middle of church. I am the only one who drives, so I had to go on to evening worship without her. I had to take something back to my friend who also wasn’t there, but told me to put it in her mail box at church. I sat alone, but it was okay. I used to sit alone a lot when I was younger. I was at the East Side church of Christ, and I don’t know hardly anyone there.
They sang lots of song I didn’t know. I took note of them so I can share them on my blog. The guy who preached happened to be a school teacher, and he began by telling a joke about a teacher in his school. He said he wanted everyone to know that prayer wasn’t dead in schools. He said the students in one of the classes was asking a teacher what her favorite candy was and what her least favorite candy was. He didn’t remember her favorite candy, but she told them that Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups was her least favorite candy. She told them she thought it was terrible. When she said that, one of the students stood up and said, “Let’s pray for our teacher’s taste buds to heal,” and every student in the class bowed their heads. He then led them in a prayer praying for the teacher’s taste buds. After that, he went into his lesson.
He talked about how people knew that he didn’t cuss or tell dirty jokes, and they were very careful not to do those things around him. He said people knew that he went to church, but he didn’t know how to talk to them about God. However, we are told to talk to others about God. He brought up a lot of good scriptures like the preacher in the morning did out at the Choctaw church. In fact, he quoted a lot of the same scriptures, scriptures that are called “The great commission” where Jesus tells us to go out and teach others about Christ. This particular church collects second hand clothing to give out, and he said, “Benevolence is our great compassion, but not our great commission.” He admitted that everyone there would like to do something to help the poor, and that is the kind of people Christians are. They like to help people.
He pointed out Mark 16: 15 where Jesus sent his disciples out to teach. He pointed out Act 2 where Peter was preaching, and 3,000 people were baptized all on the same day. He said, “Every heart with Christ is a missionary, and every heart without Christ is a mission field.” He said we need to make a conscious decision to go out and teach people. He said, “Who should you talk to?” As an experience missionary, I thought, “Talk to the people who will listen, who want to know.” His idea was, “Talk to people you know first, then talk to people you are acquainted with, but know well, ones you just have some sort of a connection with.” After that, he admitted he didn’t know how to talk to people about God. However, he admitted that we don’t have to do it alone because in Matthew 28:20, Jesus said he will be with us, even to the ends of the earth. After that, he appealed to anyone who knows how to talk to others to share the knowledge with everyone else. He said if we know how to do it, he wanted to have classes teaching people how to do it. He said it was a skill we all needed to learn, and I knew it was a skill that I know.
After church, I talked to the man who preached. He had just been made a deacon that morning. I told him that I had been bring people to God my whole adult life. People who know me well know that I have been doing it my whole adult life. In Korea, I was known for my Bible classes and for being able to bring people to God. In Romania, I did it too, and in Japan and Texas, I did it even there. I have brought so many people to God that I have no idea how many any more. I offered to teach a class for them about how to bring people to Christ if he wanted. It isn’t as hard as people think. I don’t teach myself, I let Christ teach, and I talk to the people who want to hear. There are things that I know that I do that are right, and it doesn’t have to be that hard. However, I warned him that I am a woman, and that many men like to listen to what I have to say too, but the other men don’t approve. I told him about men standing and listening at the door, and then slowly making their way into my classes and sitting at the back, and the other men getting mad about what they did. He said it was okay, and that they would figure out how to let me teach them how to bring people to Christ.
This evening, I realized that I wondered what I would do when I came back to the States. Would I begin outreach Bible studies again? Would I teach Bible classes in churches? I have really been looking for where God can use me the best. Perhaps it is time for me to teach others how to do what I do because I have done it all over the world, and it works. It isn’t me. It is Christ. I let Christ teach them, but people have to learn to get out of the way and let Christ do the teaching. Perhaps that is what my ministry here needs to be is to teach others how to teach people about Christ. If I could teach others how to do what I have been doing, they could do a lot of good, and it wouldn’t be just me doing it anymore. I told him how he could get ahold of me when he got things set up, and he said he would get in contact.
When I got home, the door knob was fixed. 🙂