Oceans For Emotions: Serving God in our way and His way
"Suffer the little children to come unto Me and forbid them not; for of such is the Kingdom of God."
- Mark 10:14
A long, long time ago when I was about 7 years old, my daddy took me and the new Baptist preacher fishing. Brother Poss asked daddy if he could borrow some khaki fishing pants so he would at least look like a fisherman.
Obviously, Brother Poss was bigger than daddy, and as he squatted down by the tackle box for daddy to show him how to tie on the fishing tackle, I heard something rip, and I reverently said, "Preacher, I think you ripped your pants."
He looked at me and said with smiling eyes, "Oh, no, Elaine, a dogfish bit me." Then he waded backward into the water.
Now, if the new pastor says something, it's bound to be true; so I took it upon myself on the following Sunday to be the official greeter in front of the church, and spread the gospel, in my standard revised version, "Brother Poss got bitten by a dogfish when we were fishing. Everyone should be sure to check on the new preacher's condition and see if he is all right."
After church, Brother Poss and his wife Sue came to our home to eat a roast that had been cooking through Sunday school and church. My mother, whom we called "Budgie," thought that eating a roast with the Bomars was part of her Christian ministry, and daddy said that he liked it, too, because it is a good way to keep a Baptist preacher from preaching too long.
Sue Poss had admitted that she had tried to teach me how to play the piano for church services, but I never had 10 functional fingers working at one time because one of them was always hurt from fishing.
Dear Lord, Thank You for each of us being able to serve You in our own way and in Your way.