Today, a man in a hospital in a town near me is dying. He asked for a baptist preacher. You can't throw a rock out of a window on a back road there without making at least three of them duck. Phone calls were made by three people at the same time to every nearby baptist church. The pastors at the two largest churches in town were out to lunch. Lunch. Their secretaries refused to call them. Refused. One fellow from 15 miles away said he would come talk with the dying man who confesses he believes but says he is going to hell and wants to talk.

You please pray for the dying man. And pray the baptists preachers who wouldnt be interrupted from fried chicken do not choke on lunch or trip headlong over their piety before they ascend their mighty pulpits again to "preach".

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Tim

But if it was really good fried chicken....

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Todd

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Lisa

Dude......if I had been eating when I read that I would have probably choked myself. That was just funny!

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Tim

Thinking about it a little further levity was probably not warranted. Scathing sarcasm can have a place but bottom line the OP brings to light a pervasive problem of Christians who cannot be bothered to lend a hand. We are all guilty to some degree.

But the idea that ministers would not drop everything to attend to a dying man who is requesting help no less is beyond the pale.

"They will know we are Christians by our love, by our love..."

Lord have mercy.

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Todd

I was upset and needed the levity about it. I am confident that the pastor who came succeeded. I will learn more soon and share when I do. The Holy Spirit was working on the man already. His own father was a preacher.

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Tim

Interesting he asked for the leadership of a pastor in this quest for salvation. Bless his heart.

Hope the preacher who responded will have some delicious fried chicken waiting for him - after he calms down from leading this man to the LORD.

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Sandra Miller