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June 12, 2009

                                                           

A High Way for Our God

I read recently that before deregulation in the banking industry in the 1980’s (I believe), that many bankers actually knew the depositors and borrowers. No doubt small banks are like that still. But the mega-banks emerged and the personal touch was lost. I suppose it is that way in all industries or say, in universities, which become so large that colleges and departments within them are barely known to one another.

In my sermon this Sunday, I make reference to something I read recently about mega-churches. “In order to serve satellite congregations, mega-churches in Houston, Dallas, San Antonio and elsewhere have purchased helicopters and installed heliports so their pastors can move quickly from one site to the next.”

No, I have no harsh criticism for such things. I am certain if I did, that someone else would be able to give me a dozen reasons why such churches are superior to a church like ours where the Senior Minister gets from point A to point B in a Toyota. But it was interesting to read of these helicopter-riding mega-church pastors when someone reminded me of another time and another place where the Gospel was shared by travelers.

 

 

I was emailing our long-time friend Dave who served with us in Zambia many years ago. He reminded me of the Sunday Church leaders who were students from the school. Each Sunday morning they would go over to the school chaplain’s home and take one of the dozen bicycles from the garage. They would then put their feet on the pedals and ride into old Kafue Town or Chief Shankamonie’s Village across the river to share the Gospel.

The trip into Kafue Town was all downhill if I remember correctly but that would probably mean it was all uphill returning. The Chief’s village was just across the river, though. You could pedal through the bush path to the river. Get off the bike. Explain to the armed guards at the bridge that you were not about to harm the bridge; then walk your bike across as they watched you carefully. You then would head east a couple miles to the village.

Those Zambian students and the Texas Ministers focused on the exact same thing: Jesus Christ. And that is good. But, there is probably some symbolism in the fact that one group flies high above the congregation while the other group pedals the dusty village roads.

Peace, Rev. Bob Tussing