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A deacon and a wasp get the point during the sermon
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Preaching can be frustrating when the preacher feels like nobody is listening.

One Sunday night many years ago, I was preaching to a handful of people in a little country church that I served. Since it was cold outside, the gas heaters were burning. There was no insulation in the frame building, so our feet were always cold and our heads were always warm. As the heat rose, a giant wasp made its way out of an opening in the wooden ceiling, looking for cooler air.

It zipped back and forth to my left, and finally landed on the attendance board. The attendance board was a rectangular-shaped bulletin board of sorts that hung on the wall. It had grooves in which to put removable cardboard numbers that were changed each week to indicate how many people we had enrolled, how many were in attendance that week and how much the offering was. I always thought it gave people something to read if the sermon was really boring.

That particular evening, as the wasp landed on the attendance board, one of my deacons rolled up his Training Union quarterly (a quarterly magazine used by Baptists for Sunday night group studies), and marched toward the board. I stopped preaching, since everybody was watching him.

He cocked his arm back like a pitcher, and whap! He hit the wasp with his quarterly. We all watched the dead insect fall to the tile floor, as the deacon marched back to his seat. I continued preaching, until another wasp fled the heat, and it, too, landed on the attendance board. Again the deacon stepped up to the plate to take a swing, and again I stopped preaching so that we could all watch the wasp die.

Maybe nobody else got the point, but at least the wasp did.

How about you? Do you get the point of your pastor’s sermon each week? It may take a little action to fully appreciate what he is saying. I'm not talking about swatting wasps or flies, but taking notes. Why not bring a pen and a small notebook, and take notes on your pastor's sermon? You’ll get the point without having to take a hit.

Copyright 2009 by Bob Rogers. E-mail brogers@fbcrincon.com. Read this column each Friday for a mix of religion and humor. For more “Holy Humor,” go to the Web site www.fbcrincon.com.

Is there a church for a big woman with an itch?
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A pastor was called to be guest preacher at a church. He knew this church was different when the congregation ended every line of the hymn with the shout of “yeehah!”


As he stood to preach, he noticed that people were spread out on the pews. He would see a person, then a space, then another person, and another space. He wondered why nobody sat next to another person, when he noticed on the pew beside each person was a cowboy hat.


Another time this same preacher was invited to a new church in the city. He was surprised to see that everybody there looked like they had fallen face first into a tackle box, because they had piercings and earrings on every part of the body imaginable. A rock band was playing alternative music on the stage.


As different as these two churches were, they were both growing and reaching people for Christ.


Years ago I was pastor of a small country church in the backwoods of Mississippi. There was another Baptist church just five miles away in the town (population 600). The pastor’s wife at the town church asked me, “Why don’t our two churches merge?” I said, “There are people in my church who would not feel comfortable or fit in at your town church.” She said, “Oh, come on. We’re a small town church. What could be so different?”


I said, “Well, I got one really big woman in my church who, when she gets to feeling an itch, she pulls her dress halfway up and she scratches herself.”


The eyes of this pastor’s wife got really big and she said, “I see what you mean.”


I forgot to tell her about another woman in my church who saw a roach running across the wood floor, so she stomped on it with her bare foot, laughed and shouted, “Aha! I got him!”


Yep, the culture was definitely different where I was pastor.


Jesus upset the religious establishment because He crossed cultural barriers. He loved to eat with tax collectors and Gentiles and other strange people. Jesus walked into the land of Samaria, full of half-breed Jews who worshiped in weird ways and talked different and smelled different.


Jesus walked right up to a Samaritan woman at a well and started talking her language. He accepted her culture, but he let her know her sinful lifestyle had to change. Soon she had the whole town following Jesus (see John 4).


So what cultural barrier is keeping somebody in your community from hearing the gospel? If you tear down the cultural barriers to share Christ in your neighborhood, you may hear the angels shouting, “Yeehah!”


Copyright 2014 by Bob Rogers. Email: brogers@fbcrincon.com. Read this column each Friday in the Herald. Visit my blog at www.bobrogers.me.