The cacophony of sounds was
astounding. The men around me were choking out strains of "The Old Rugged Cross" and most were doing more choking than singing. Some knew the song; I tried in vain to help out. Alcohol could be smelled faintly along with the multiplicity of other smells. The preacher was uncomfortable, nervous, shifty. This was not his home turf, and he knew it. His suit, tie, and silver tie-chain fit the environment like Martha Stewart in a jail cell. The text was John 10; the Bible version, unintelligible. I doubt many of the men had heard '
thee's and '
thou's before tonight unless they were 'regulars.' It was my first night at the mission, and I was sitting in the crowd watching.
I trust God was glorified tonight - the power of the Word, and the power of the Holy Spirit, have nothing to do with a weak preacher, an out-of-tune piano, or an inebriated audience. Christ was proclaimed as the Son of God, as witnessed through the miracles he performed while on earth.
I couldn't help but wonder how often our '
church-eese' and '
Christianityosity' [awkward word - but used for effect] cloud our vision and keep us from really ministering credibly to those we serve. We utilize such things as a 1600's era Bible and jargon that most don't understand. God can and does work through us - but could we be more effective?