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Giving up a beloved cell phone can be hard
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When I get comfortable with a cell phone, I don’t like to change.


I must admit that I was glad to exchange the old bag phone for a handheld device, but once I got my StarTac, I tried to hold on to it until the rapture. Long after it was out of style, I still had one. People would see me pull it out and often say, “I used to have a StarTac. That was a good phone.” One church member said, “I thought you were the last person alive who still had a StarTac.” I promptly told her that the funeral director still had one. (Hmm, I wonder if that should have told me something?)


Finally, it was time to replace the family phones, and the cell phone dealer offered me the new LG camera phone for free. It was a scary thought, but I took a leap of faith and switched. I was amazed to have caller ID, an alarm clock, calculator, speed dial and take pictures. Wow!


That was a few years ago. Then I made the momentous decision to trade in the LG for a Blackberry. At the time, I was afraid to start using a phone that was so “big.” But the Blackberry left the LG in the dust. Soon I was sending emails, posting on Facebook and Twitter, listening to Pandora, reading the AP News and reading the Bible directly from my phone on hospital visits with this suped-up smartphone. I thought I had finally reached cell-phone heaven with my Blackberry.


But now they tell me my contract runs out this month and there are new phones to be had. I feel a trembling in my hand already…


This reminds me of the experience a person has in accepting Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord. Life in Christ is so much better than life without Christ — there is hope and peace and purpose, not to mention eternal life in Heaven. As the apostle Paul put it, “If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature: the old has gone, and the new has come!” (2 Corinthians 5:17). Yes, becoming a Christian offers so much more to life, that a Christian would wonder why anybody would resist making the change.
Yet changing over and giving up your old life is still a scary thought, and still requires a leap of faith. Kind of like giving up the StarTac or an LG or even a Blackberry. It’s a little frightening until you do it, but then afterwards you wonder why you didn’t come to Christ years before.



(Copyright 2012 by Bob Rogers. Email: brogers@fbcrincon.com. Read this column each Friday in the Herald. Visit my blog at www.bobrogers.me.)

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.