Then Jesus said to the disciples,
Have faith in God.
Mark 11:22 (NLT)
Mark 11:22 (NLT)
According to some folks I’ve
talked to over the years, the last thing you should do if God calls you to
preach is attend seminary. When you have
one of those discussions it will be all about how liberal thinking has turned many
a young person’s faith sour. There is
the inevitable “joke” about how he went off to th’ cemetery an’ his faith
got kilt dead.
Grammar aside (I’m not a
speech Nazi), it just ain’t always so! There
are those whose faith actually grows during seminary years.
I’m one of those!
Elizabeth and I survived seminary
life from 1980-83 in New Orleans. The
saying is whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. The saying got its roots in New Orleans!
We were a family of five
living in a two bedroom mobile home on campus.
Days began at 6am with getting the kids ready for school: breakfast, backpacks, refereeing arguments, and
getting me ready for school. Classes
were what you’d expect – except with prayer!
After the last class of the day I hurried to a full time job as a bank
teller.
Life was a blur. There were lots of times (especially Mondays)
when I wanted to quit – just pack it in and head home.
About a year or so into this
adventure we hit bottom. The pantry was empty,
and the checkbook emptier; we were tired, frustrated and still had a week to go
before payday.
Then the dreaded words
showed up on a Monday: Registration!
Tuition is DUE!
It was that time
again.
Broke…drowning….nowhere to
turn. Faith tank was on empty!
There were no classes on
Mondays, so that was my time off for the week.
And after the kids got off to school I sat down to read – or cry; I can’t
remember which.
Elizabeth said, Hey,
get a move on; you’ve gotta go register for next term.
I replied, Why? She said, You know why; get with it,
Brownworth.
Me: Registration means you have to pay…last time
I checked they don’t take I.O.U.’s.
Her: Get moving.
Me: Yes Ma’am!
I’ll go, but I don’t know why we’re bothering.
We went through the
registration carrying the baby, feeling like poachers; we couldn’t pay, but we
were filling out class cards, book order forms and schedule requests.
Why were we doing this? We knew paying the bill was the last thing
you did before you walked out the door.
When it came time for paying the bill I turned to walk out the side door
before the reaper could ask for my blood.
Her: Where you goin’?
Me: Where do you think? We did the line; it’s time to go home.
Her: Get back in the line; you have to write a
check.
Me: I didn’t bring the checkbook.
Her:
Why not?
Me: Are
you kidding; if you open it only moths fly out.
There’s nothing, NADA…zilch! When
you’re a bank teller and you write a bad check they put you in Leavenworth! I’m not doing it!
Her: Go get it.
I’ll keep your place in line.
Me: But….
Her: NOW!
Me: Ok, Ok….stop pushing.
When I got back to the
trailer to get the checkbook I noticed the mail had come.
Amongst the bills and flyers
was one of those pastel green envelopes we’d often seen from The First Baptist
Church of Crystal River, Florida.
Home had spoken; our Sunday
school class was God speaking up…again…at just the right time. The check was about $6 bigger than the bill
in my hand for registration, tuition, fees and books.
Her: Did you bring it?
Me: (through
the tears)…Yeah…I got it alright!
(Maybe she thought “it”
was the checkbook…but what I got was a faith woodshed experience!)
I regained my composure long
enough to share with Elizabeth that the green envelope had arrived. We shared a prayer of thanks to our faithful
God and then I wrote the check. At that
time $6 bought a meal for a seminary student, spouse and toddler, so we went
off to Burger King for a celebration.
Faith is never an easy way
to walk with a God you can’t see, touch or really know what He’s up to; but it’s
the way our God rolls.
Our faith can grow in the
most unlikely spots, and when we least expect it, and in ways we can hardly
imagine.
For You, Today…
Going through a rough
patch? Here’s a question to chew
on:
If your faith had never been
stretched, would it ever have grown?
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