No church is perfect. Each has clinics that I like and dislike. I especially like people who exercise the open communion meaning all are welcome to participate. What I miss is the altar call. Granted, when I was a child listening to all six verses of a hymn waiting for somebody to come forward so we could end felt like forever.
We have gotten contemporary music and denominations to accommodate every taste of styles people are drawn 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 understand what that meant at the moment. I thought we were going to see Gilligan. 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 house and explained it to me. We prayed and I asked Jesus into my heart. I was baptized soon after.
As soon as I held services for four years at our local men’s rescue mission, I didn’t offer an altar call because I thought that the staff may not want a woman who was not a pastor doing it. I sang and shared stories. 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 the message within the lyrics. Perhaps you have heard a song you could not get out of your head?
Additionally, the wonderful thing about writing is the reader determines what they will do with the words in their lifetime. I’d like to share what I wish I had mentioned to the men. You’re here for a reason. Your choices may 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, mistakes, whatever you want to call them. He’s waiting to walk with you. You never have to walk alone again.
Please come. People are flawed and some will disappoint you. You’re welcome at the table. Lay your burdens at his feet. I care and so does he.