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The criminal whose pants exploded
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You've heard of “pants on the ground.” Daniel Doyle probably wished his pants were on the ground when his pants exploded.


According to the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, July 30, 2004, it happened in Walker County, just south of Chattanooga. Three social workers caught Doyle at a bad time when they stopped by his home and asked him to fill out some forms. It seems that Doyle, 39, was in the midst of manufacturing a batch of methamphetamine. He met the social workers at his door, and walked out to their car to talk to them. The social workers noticed that he kept patting his right front pants pocket. Finally, while sitting in the back seat of the car, the front of his pants exploded.


Doyle apparently had combined red phosphorus and iodine, components used in manufacturing the drug, in a film canister and stuck it in his pocket, authorities said. The chemicals reacted and exploded, causing second- and third-degree burns to Doyle’s private parts and leg.


After being treated at a hospital, Doyle went straight to the Walker County Jail, charged with manufacturing illegal drugs.


Wow! Talk about a crime backfiring.


We are only fooling ourselves if we think we can hide our sins from God. The Bible warns, “Don’t be deceived: God is not mocked. For whatever a man sows he will also reap” (Galatians 6:7, HCSB). I guess you could add to the verse that whatever you hide may blow up on you, too. That’s why the Bible urges us to confess our sins and find healing in the forgiveness of Christ (1 John 1:9). Those who refuse will get burned.


(Copyright 2013 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.