by Walker Moore
You would think since I’ve written a book and continue writing a weekly article that I have some kind of degree in English or writing, but I don’t. I went to a conservative Christian college and received a Bachelor of Science in Liberal Studies. That means I took lots of classes but didn’t major in anything.
I must confess something: I can’t spel. Growing up, I wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box. Because I didn’t speak very clearly, everyone assumed I would spend most of my life in the bottom half of the class. I don’t feel too bad about that. Albert Einstein’s parents considered him a slow child, and I’ve read that he didn’t speak very well until he was nine years old. When his parents asked his teachers what profession should they guide him toward, the teachers said it didn’t matter. He would be a failure no matter what. I like to think neither Albert nor I was slow; we were just late bloomers.
One of the most difficult subjects for me was spelling. Every week, we had the dreaded spelling test. And our little country school had ways of motivating young students. If you spelled every word right, you got a free ticket to the Saturday matinee. To a young boy in rural America, going to the theater was a mystical, magical experience. I worked hard trying to learn to spell those words, only to get 75 or 80 out of 100 on my paper. I remember earning only one ticket to the matinee.
Unlike Albert, who said he couldn’t remember much of his childhood, I do remember mine; I just choose not to recall everything. It wasn’t my fault I couldn’t spell. The blame goes to whoever invented the English language. Take the word psychology. There is no reason on earth for it to start with a “p.” And if it starts with a “p,” then you should pronounce that letter: “p-ssssyychoolooogy”.” It even sounds better when you sound out all the letters. I can think of only one reason to throw in extra letters in a word, and that’s to keep a third-grade boy from getting a hundred on his spelling test.
One day, I was sitting in class and the teacher was passing out our graded spelling tests. She handed over mine with a big smile, for on top of the paper was written a bright red “100.” And attached to it was a ticket to the matinee show, Gulliver’s Travels.
Even though I wasn’t a speller, I was a reader, and I had read Jonathan Swift’s “Gulliver’s Travels.” That next Saturday, as the lights dimmed, I was drawn into Lemuel Gulliver’s travels as he encountered the strange Lilliputians. His journey took him to exotic places like Brobdingnag, Laputa and even the country of the Houyhnhnms. For the next hour, I was intrigued and curious about each place Gulliver landed.
Looking back, I can see that God had already put a yearning for the world in my heart. As I’ve served God in many different part of the world, I’m often asked, “What’s your favorite country?” My answer is always the same: the last one I served in. That heartbeat for the world in a third-grade boy was given by God and confirmed through books, movies and especially the Bible.
Even to this day, I’m a terrible speller. The only reason you don’t know it is that I have Spel Check on my computer. I wasn’t designed to win the school spelling bee, but I was designed by the Creator to engage other cultures. While you’re reading this, I’m living in the jungle, sleeping in a hammock under a thatched roof, fighting off mosquitoes and teaching the Bible in an Embera Wounan village. I have a better job than Gulliver.
Isn’t it something that the one time I got a 100 percent on my spelling test was the week Gulliver’s Travels was showing? Mom and Dad, your child is created for something special. You might have a child like Albert who ends up writing the theory of relativity, or you might have child who is a poor speller and ends up writing books and living in the jungle.
It’s never too late to start praying for your children to find what God has for them. Encourage them to dream aloud about their potential. If God can take a poor speller and city boy (we moved into town before I finished elementary school) and make him a writer and an expert at living in remote villages, there’s nothing He can’t do with your children.
I wonder how my life would have turned out if the movie that week was “Pinocchio.”
by Evangelist Junior Hill
For more than 50 years it has been my distinct joy to extend a public invitation at the close of most of the sermons wherever I have preached. I do that because I have an intense and burning conviction that it is spiritually correct and biblically commanded. I am honored to stand with a great multitude of other preachers across the ages, who have faithfully and unapologetically called those to whom they have preached to repentance and open confession of Jesus Christ as Lord. Billy Graham himself, arguably the best known preacher of this generation, so often said at the close of his own crusade sermons, “I am going to ask you to publically confess Jesus tonight because those whom Jesus called – He always called publicly.” And a careful reading of the Bible does seem to indicate that to be true.
While there are some who may honestly and sincerely ask, “Where is a public invitation to the preaching of the gospel ever seen in the Bible?”, a far more appropriate and accurate question might legitimately be, “Where in the Bible is a public invitation to the preaching of the gospel not seen?”
“And I will go about Your altar, O Lord, that I may proclaim with the voice of thanksgiving and declare all Your wonders” Ps 26.6b,7 (NASB).
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West Main Baptist Church, Alexandria, Tenn.
Ben Simpson, Pastor
A woman in my church contacted me about her friend whose husband was not a Christian and had been given only six months to live. I soon visited the man, but I didn’t get very far. He clearly confessed to have never repented and believed on Jesus. I shared and demonstrated how we’ve sinned by breaking God’s law, condemning us before God. I asked him if he were to die today, would he go to heaven or hell. He unblinkingly said he would go to hell. When I asked if that concerned him, he matter-of-factly said, “No!” I explained why it should concern him and how Jesus Christ died so that he could be forgiven, but the man wasn’t moved. I gave gospel material to him and left. In the meantime, we prayed for him.
I came back four days later. We spent a long time pouring over the Scripture. After quite a bit of talking, I invited him to repent and believe on Jesus, but again, he wasn’t ready yet. I got up to leave, and then a breakthrough happened. As we shook hands goodbye, he said to me with deep sincerity, “You’ve touched something in me today.” I praised the Lord and told him to cry out to Jesus to save him from his sin when he was ready, as I’d already instructed him how to do. I told him as I walked out the door, “I hope that the next time I see you, you’ll be a Christian.”
When I came back a few days later, he was smiling. He told me how he had repented and trusted Christ. We praised the Lord together for God being so gracious to save him. What a blessing it was to have been used by God, to see another sinner saved by grace through faith in Jesus, and who will never taste death!
First Baptist Church, Oxford, Miss.
Eric Hankins, Pastor
Double Decker is a huge music and arts festival here in Oxford. Because of our city’s name, we kind of like English things, and we have a Double-Decker bus that’s run around town for years that is sort of our city’s mascot. Oxford is the literary and arts hub of Mississippi. Tens of thousands come for the weekend, which also is a big SEC baseball weekend.
Our church sponsored the Real Encounter Team as part of the festivities. The Real Encounter Team consists of evangelical Christians who perform stunts with BMX bicycles, motorcycles and ramps. The team drew about 1,000 people total to their three shows on our church parking lot just three blocks from all the other Double Decker activities.
At each performance, the Real Encounter Team’s leader told the crowds that he would be telling how Jesus Christ transformed his life. The result was that we saw more than 20 people pray to receive Christ. Several FBC members were wearing “Ask Me” shirts, which aided in making our evangelistic follow-up training extremely effective.
Later, some of us left our parking lot and walked into the center of the festival area as the evening fell and the partying cranked up. The “Ask Me” shirts sparked some really great conversations. I was asked why the sky was blue, if beer had to remain in cups or could be drunk straight from the can, and what I thought was the role of art in society. All of these inquiries were springboards for Gospel conversations. I learned that night that, by-and-large people are not hostile to talking about Christ. The main problem is that no one is engaging them.
(Ed’s. note: SBCToday applauds the evangelistic efforts of FBC Oxford for capitalizing on a public event and providing an intersection between culture and the Gospel.)