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Preachers can say the strangest things
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Just about every preacher has accidentally said something he did not intend to say. It’s one of the hazards of speaking frequently — it raises the odds that at some point we will say something really peculiar, strange and yes — embarrassing.
 
One Sunday morning, I was extending an invitation for people to respond to God, and I told the congregation, “bow your eyes and close your heads.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized what I had done. I kept on talking like nothing weird had just come out of my mouth, hoping nobody noticed. However, that night before the evening service, one of the men asked me with a gleam in his eye, “Hey, preacher, how do you do that?” I asked, “Do what?” He answered, “How do you bow your eye and close your head?”
 
A fellow pastor was visiting prospects door to door with his wife. Then he switched partners and started knocking on doors with his son. He had been saying the same words of introduction with his wife by his side for so long that when he and his son knocked on the first door, the words came out,
“Hi, my name is ____ and this is my wife Ron.” The man standing at the door looked at him for a long time, slowly said, “We don’t do that kind of thing around here,” and closed the door.
 
My favorite gaffe came from a preacher at Christmas. He was talking about how Mary was a virgin when she gave birth to Jesus, and he reminded the congregation that although she married Joseph, they did not consummate the marriage until after Jesus’ birth (Matthew 1:24-25). At the end of his sermon, the preacher repeated, “Now remember, they did not constipate the marriage until after Jesus was born.” As soon as the word “constipate” came out of his mouth, a chuckle started at one end of the sanctuary, and it spread to the other side, until the whole congregation was laughing uproariously.
 
While we preachers may speak the wrong word from time to time, the Bible always gives the right word — all the time. Isaiah 40:8 says, “The grass withers, the flowers fade, but the word of our God remains forever.” John 1:14 reminds us that Jesus Christ was “the word” who came in flesh to dwell among us. His word is always true (John 14:6).
 
(Copyright 2010 by Bob Rogers. Email: brogers@fbcrincon.com. Read this column each Friday for a mixture of religion and humor. For more “Holy Humor,” visit the Web site of First Baptist Church of Rincon at 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.