“Is Mark Roth here tonight?”
The moderator of our evening church service this past Sunday scanned the audience.
He couldn’t see me. I didn’t help him. I sat still, blending in as well as any bald guy could. I was very tired after chairing a long Board meeting that ended shortly before the service began.
He still didn’t see me. I still didn’t help him.
But my wife raised her hand and pointed at me. 😯
The moderator (a former student of mine, I might append) called me up front with instructions to talk about nonresistance.
Impromptu. Spur of the moment. No advance warning. No notes. No thinking time.
I walked up front slowly, giving myself some extra moments to think.
They should have been moments to pray. But asking God for help didn’t even cross my mind! 😳
How could that be?! Especially since I’d just been praying for the brother who had been called up front first. (I think he had a more difficult topic than I for spur-of-the-moment talking in front of a big audience.)
Had I thought to pray, God could have helped me.
But I didn’t think to pray. 🙁
God helped me anyway. He’s that way. I bless Him and thank Him for that.
Ask God for help — that’s one lesson for me from my Sunday night experience.
Another lesson is to consider what I believe and what the Bible has to say about it so I can give impromptu studied words in due season. It’s hard to be that disciplined, though.