I woke up at about 430 a.m. Saturday morning and got ready to leave for Houston.
I arrived in Houston around 8 a.m. and went straight to SCC for the Spirit Raiser/Craft Show. You couldn’t ask for a more beautiful day, especially in Houston.
I referred to that day as a “3 day weekend.” See normally, a three day weekend implied/s that you would have a Friday off or a Monday off to go along with Saturday and Sunday.
Not so for Houston. A 3 day weekend implies (no “d”) that it’s one of the 3 days per year that we have near picture-perfect weather.
Saturday was one of those days. Nary a cloud in the sky, and not oppressively hot nor humid.
Vendors were out selling their crafts,and believe me, there are talented people out there. I spent some time talking with folks, and walking around looking at the different wares for sale.
About 1 p.m., I was in the office looking up a fact about whether or not a well-known rap-rock band was/is Christian (they profess for the record to not label themselves as such although they have a very unique syncretistic blend of islamic and christian thoughts) when I heard about a lady wanting to see someone about food.
She walked in and told me her story. She’s part of a traveling carnival that puts on the haunted houses one sees around this time of year. Coming from Wisconsin, she came down here and the boss-owner promptly left them high and dry with little to nothing. She was in dire need of food and gas.
I gave her as much food as I could. We have an ongoing effort for a local food pantry and someone had dropped off a bag earlier in the day. I told her to take it, and grab some food from the food-stand and tell them Pastor Jason said it would be okay.
“Do you think he’d be okay with that?” she asked.
And then it dawned on me……she had no idea who I was.
“i’m pretty sure it will be,” I replied, barely unable to contain my giddiness.
“Oh. Tell him thanks for me.”
I invited her to church. I half expected her to show up. She didn’t.
But Eric did. Eric was another one of the traveling band, and wore a unique American Indian like vest with his shirt. Eric was befriended by one of our folks, and showed up Sunday.
The rest of the day was a blur because I was just chewing on what I had experienced with the carny’s. (By the way, carny is not a derogatory term to me. It’s simply a descriptor)
LESSON LEARNED: Titles are okay, and maybe important…to a point. Way back in 1992, Jeff Chandler asked me a question that I STILL CHEW ON. “Are you living for a title or a testimony?” This lady didn’t care if I was pastor, president, chief, head honcho, whatever. She needed to see a tangible demonstration of the love of Jesus Christ. She didn’t need to be impressed that I was the pastor (which by the way, she thought I was around 18 to 20 🙂 ).
I re-learned that at the end of the day here’s the main issue: If she remembers me, my name, etc. Great. But did she see Jesus Christ in me and through me? Did she see a guy who was trying by God’s grace and strength to live out the implications of the Gospel?
Was it a perfect day? Nearly.
Was it a perfect ministry day? Not-so-nearly. And that’s okay.
Jason
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