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The deacon who won the Masters
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"I didn’t know that Mr. Gilbert won the Masters," said a boy in our church. He was talking about one of our deacons winning the Masters golf tournament in Augusta. Let me explain.

The boy’s remark came after I had referred to the famous golf tournament in a sermon illustration. I told the congregation about Doug Ford, who won the Masters in 1957, but has never won it since then. Yet because he was awarded the coveted "green jacket" as the winner one time, Ford has a permanent invitation to the Masters every year. It doesn’t matter that he has not even played well enough to qualify for the tournament since 1971 (four years before Tiger Woods was born). All that matters is that he won it once, and so he has a standing invitation to come.

In my sermon, I explained that God’s grace is like that. To further illustrate, I took off my tan suit coat and put on a green sport coat while I was preaching. Reminding the congregation that the winner of the Masters gets a green jacket, I encouraged people to "put on" Jesus Christ and receive God’s gift of salvation by His grace. As Galatians 3:27 says, "For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ."

What does all this have to do with Deacon Gilbert winning the Masters? Well, Mr. Gilbert was wearing a green jacket the day I preached the sermon! Seeing the deacon’s jacket, the boy said, "I didn’t know Mr. Gilbert won the Masters."

What did Deacon Gilbert think of his rumored fame? He chuckled and said, "I may not have won the Masters in Augusta, but I have won the prize from my Real Master, Jesus."

And so can you!

(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.