No church is perfect. Each one has practices that I like and that I don’t like. I especially like those who practice open communion, which means that everyone is welcome to participate. What I miss is the altar call. Of course, when I was a kid listening to the six verses of a hymn waiting for someone to come forward so we could finish, it felt like an eternity.
We have come up with contemporary music and denominations to suit all styles that appeal to people. What is missing is the invitation to have a relationship with the savior we worship.
When I was five years old, my dad asked me if I wanted to go down the hall. I didn’t understand what that meant at this point. I just remembered the theme song for “Gilligan’s Isle”. I thought we were going to see Gilligan. When we got to the front, the lady next to me was crying. I said, “Hey lady, why are you crying?” He said they were tears of happiness. I didn’t understand it either.
Later that week, the pastor came to our house and explained it to me. We prayed and I asked Jesus to come into my heart. I was baptized shortly after.
When I served for four years in the local men’s rescue mission, I did not offer an altar call because I thought the staff would not want a non-pastor to do so. I sang and shared stories. I built relationships with the guys and they told me I made a difference in their lives.
If I ever get the chance again, I will. The best thing about music is the message within the lyrics. It stays with the people. Have you ever heard a song that you couldn’t get out of your head?
Also, the best thing about writing is that the reader decides what to do with the words in his life. I would like to share what I wish I had told the guys. You are here for a reason. Your choices may have led you to this place, but you can decide where to go from here. Jesus willingly gave his life for our sins, mistakes, whatever you want to call them. He is waiting to walk with you. You will never have to walk alone again.
Please come. People have flaws and some will disappoint you. You are welcome at the table. Put your burdens at his feet. It matters to me and so does he.