Each has clinics that I like and dislike. I especially like people who exercise the open communion meaning all are welcome to participate. Granted, when I was a child listening to all six verses of a hymn waiting for somebody to come forward so we might wind felt like forever.
We have gotten contemporary music and denominations to accommodate each taste of styles people are attracted to. What’s missing is the invitation to get a connection with the savior we worship.
When I was five, my father asked if I wanted to go down the aisle. I didn’t know what that meant at the present time. When we got to the front, the woman next to me was crying. She stated they were happy tears. I didn’t know that either.
Later that week, the pastor came to our home and explained it to me. We prayed and I asked Jesus in my heart. I was baptized shortly after.
As soon as I held services for four years in our regional men’s rescue mission, I did not supply an altar call because I thought that the staff may not need a woman who wasn’t a pastor performing it. I did build relationships with the men and they told me I made a difference in their own lives.
If I ever get the chance again, I will. The excellent thing about music is that the message inside the lyrics. Perhaps you have heard a song you could not get out of your mind?
Additionally, the wonderful thing about writing is that the reader determines what they will do with the words in their lifetime. I’d love to share what I wish I had mentioned to the men. You are here for a reason. Your options might have led you to the place but you get to choose where to go from here. Jesus willingly laid down his life for our sins, errors, anything you want to call them. He’s waiting to walk with you. You don’t ever need to walk alone again.
Please come. People are flawed and some will disappoint you. You’re welcome in the table. Lay your burdens at his feet. I care and so does he.