Too Much Snot

I've had an epiphany over the last week: Snot hinders one's ability to be profound.

After three boxes of Puffs, lots of Sudaphed, Mucinex, and Tylenol, and a course of antibiotics, I'm getting back to myself, so hopefully I'll have a word or two for you this week.

I want to begin by patting the back of another pastor, Carter McInnis. Carter is the Lead Pastor at the United Methodist Church of the Way in Lawrenceville, Georgia, which is now in it's third year and thriving. Carter and I don't always see eye to eye on everything, but yesterday, I heard him tell of a new commitment in his life that he should be proud of.

Carter spends one night a week in a bar.

No, he's not going to drink anything other than a little Coke, sweet tea, or ice water. He's going to meet the lost on their own turf. That's ministry!

The lost of the world, typically don't know that they're lost and they probably won't come to our churches with old traditions and big words looking for Jesus. It's our job as Christians to think like missionaries and to get out into the places that we KNOW there will be non-believers. Kudos Carter.

Where is your mission field? For Carter, it's the bar. For another friend of mine, Derek, it's a Tuesday night poker group. For me, it's the golf course.

We can talk about wanting to reach the lost, the unchurched, the de-churched all we want, but how many of us actually have non-Christian friends? We aren't called to be accidental witnesses to God's Good News - we should be intentional.

It's barbaric, and it's what Jesus did every day of his ministry.