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How not to pray at a football game
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When I went to high school, two things were always done before a football game: prayer and the National Anthem.

Even the two or three atheists at our school looked forward to hearing the prayer, because unlike the National Anthem, the prayers were unpredictable and hard to control (kind of like God). Sometimes the prayer would be sweet and sentimental, thanking the Almighty for the nice weather and all the families represented and for apple pie and the American way.

Sometimes they would be creative, such as a prayer I heard that said, "Lord, you know that life can be as tough as nails." Most often, they would ask for safety for the players and for good sportsmanship in the stands and on the fields. There was one unwritten rule: nobody ever prayed for their team to win. That is, until I went to homecoming at Mississippi College.

Mississippi College is a Baptist private school that plays Division III football. Their mascot is the Choctaws, and their alumni include many Baptist preachers like myself. So it is quite an honor to be asked to say the prayer before the game. And since it’s a private school, no judge can tell them not to pray. But even the Baptist preachers were surprised one year.

I don’t remember who gave this prayer. But I remember what he said. With a passionate, deep voice, the preacher petitioned, "Oh Lord, would you please protect our gentle Choctaws against those mean _____ [insert name of mascot of other team]. Help our Choctaws to prevail on the field victorious. In Jesus’ name, amen."

There was a rumble in the crowd after that prayer. Some people laughed; a few uttered "amen." The visitor’s stands were silent. I think they were in shock.

I don’t remember who we were playing against. It may have been Millsaps, the Methodist school. If so, I’m sure they were lifting up competing prayers in response.

Which reminds me — I don’t think God really cares who wins football games. But He does care that we pray to Him. And He does care about how we play the game.

(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.