Today is the third anniversary of the last episode of Lost. Evidence of how much I liked that show is revealed by the fact that I am writing about it three years after it left the air. Perhaps no other show has gripped my imagination, as well as other Losties, as J.J. Abrams’, Carlton Cuse’s and Damon Lindelof’s little tale of adventure on the Island.
There are, I think, two general thoughts that those who invested heavily into the show felt, and may still feel, when the show ended.
One is that the show left them flat. Every mystery was not answered. Some may have said, “I spent six years watching and it ended like that? “ They felt like they didn’t get the payoff they needed and deserved after following these characters through space and time. They watched 121 episodes of this show and felt it was an entire waste.
Others have a completely different take on it. They love that every mystery wasn’t solved. They continue to debate what the show meant and how it ended. They wonder exactly what happened and what the motivation of Jacob and the Man in Black was. The mystery helps it remain one of their most beloved shows of all time.
It’s kind of like that with our faith isn’t it? Some people have to have everything explained to them. Every minute detail must be able to be explained and proven. It must all be rationalized and made sense of. If they it can’t be seen, then it can’t be real.
Or the mystery is wrapped up in Jesus. What was hidden and pointed at in the pages of what we call the Old Testament is explained and revealed in the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The questions may be real, but the Answer is even more so because it is the person of Christ. Sure, it all seems like a mystery, but when it comes down to it, that mystery is more real than anything else in the world.
Enjoy the mysteries of life or even a TV show. They mystery that truly means something has been revealed to us in a way that we could never imagine.
Do you enjoy the mystery of Christ and the Gospel?
It happened again this past Sunday. I was reminded of what happened on Mother’s Day 1997. That was sixteen years ago, when my daughter Lauren, who is about to graduate, was two.
We were at Jan’s parents. All of the Mother’s Day festivities were done. I decided that it would be a good idea to go riding on my father-in-law’s four-wheeler. Off I headed to one of the hollers around the place.
I did ok going in. I was a mile or two back in the mountains, about as far as I could go. Heading back, I decided it would be a good idea to open it up a little. I was enjoying myself, basking in the cool shadows. I wasn’t going fast, but I wasn’t exactly going slow either. My head was on a swivel, reveling in the scenery when I realized that something was wrong. I was driving off the road and over a bank.
Somehow I jumped off and the four-wheeler got caught in a tree. I rolled to the bottom of a fifty foot bank. I jumped up and looked around, hurting a bit. I was alive.
I walked out of that mess to be met by Jan’s uncle and aunt. They pulled me into their mini-van and took me up to my in-laws. Jan took one look at me and it was then that I realized how bad it was.
We headed to the emergency room.
Nothing was too terribly wrong. I got a few stitches and I was sore for a few days. If you know where to look, you can still find evidence of the accident.
I wonder if our faith isn’t like that sometimes. Something goes wrong in our life and we turn to the Lord. We didn’t need Him before, but an emergency comes up and we turn to the Lord.
We have emergency room faith. We don’t really care if the emergency room is there until we need it. Too often it’s that way with the Lord.
Many people could prevent emergency room visits by practicing more holistic health patterns. They can live a healthy lifestyle, trying to prevent many of the health issues that come up.
We should do the same with our faith. Our faith should be more holistic, rather than one that turns to the Lord just when we need Him.
Is your faith a holistic faith or an emergency room faith?
This is a weekly work of fiction. You can find other chapters by checking out my Fiction page.
Fred McGinley walked into the meeting room. Maybe it was just because he had been through this so many times. Maybe it was the hurdles and obstacles they had been facing lately. Maybe it was simply that Bill Johnson was the only member of the team that really didn’t want to work with the others. Regardless, it was getting harder to keep going. He wasn’t sure he could keep going. The thoughts of resigning and letting someone younger take his place had crossed his mind on more than one occasion.
David, Tom and Teresa were already sitting there chatting about various things as they waited. They all looked toward him as he entered the room. Teresa beamed at him. She had always seemed to love him and he did too. How many times had she spent the night with the girls when they were young? She was like another daughter to him.
Tom nodded at him. He hadn’t spent a lot of time with Tom, but he liked him. He seemed to be someone who really wanted to live out his faith. He had a good reputation around town. He had never heard anything bad about him at all.
Tom stood and warmly greeted him, shaking his hand. He let Fred sit down before he resumed talking.
“Fred, I was just telling Tom and Teresa that this meeting may be a little different from what we’ve been used to. At least, that’s my prayer. I don’t want to say too much until it’s over, but we may leave a little happier today.”
Fred just took that in and pondered on it for a moment. If it went like it had been he could just resign today. There were other things he could be doing rather than coming to contentious meetings. He wouldn’t hold his breath, but maybe David knew what he was talking about. He would just have to see.
They engaged in some chit-chat for a few minutes. They had all gotten there early. Fred valued arriving early. He always had. This was just another reason that Bill Johnson irritated him. He always wanted to make a grand entrance. He liked having all of the attention on himself. Plus, he didn’t seem to care to keep everyone else waiting.
The door opened and Fred looked up. Sure enough, Bill Johnson strolled in. He walked in quickly and sat down. Fred looked at him and something was different. He tried to place what it was and then it hit him. Bill wasn’t grinning like he normally was.
“Sorry I’m late, folks. I had some appointments earlier today and then had to get with Sharon. Have I missed anything?” Bill looked around at everyone.
Fred checked everyone’ reaction. It was still five minutes before the meeting was scheduled to start. Teresa was looking around at everyone with a slightly bewildered look. Tom seemed to be doing his best to remain stoic, but Fred could tell that he was puzzled by what Bill had said as well. Fred was curious about what was going on. He couldn’t process what was happening. Bill had to be pulling one on him, right? He expected the other shoe to drop at some point during the meeting.
David was the only one who didn’t seem to be surprised and he spoke up. “No problem, Bill. We were just chatting until you got here. Let’s go ahead and get started.”
“David, do you care if I start the meeting? I have something that I need to tell all of you.” Fred had dropped his eyes and was looking at the table. Fred really wondered what was going on now.
“Sure, that will be fine, Bill.”
“Folks, I know that I haven’t been the best team member since we started this thing. In fact, I haven’t been the best church member when it comes down to it. I just want to apologize to all of you for that. I have had something come up that has put all of this in perspective and I realize how wrong I’ve been. I just told Sharon, so you are the next to hear this.”
Fred could almost hear an audible gasp come from everyone. They all just had a blank look on their faces.
“I found out this morning that I have a brain tumor. I’ve had head aches for a while and that’s what has been causing them. I don’t really know much more than that. I have some more appointments scheduled and I’ll know more. But I’m just not sure if I can or should continue on this team.”
They all sat there stunned. Each one of them looked back and forth to each other. Finally, Fred spoke up.
“Bill, I can’t speak for everyone else. The way things have been going, I was thinking about resigning from this team myself today if things went like they had been. Instead, I want us to pause right now and pray for you. Do you mind?”
“Fred, I would appreciate it.” Bill looked up and there seemed to be some moistening around his eyes.
Fred prayed for Bill’s healing and that the Lord would be glorified through the entire situation. He seemed to already be getting praise in the meeting.
David spoke up next. “Bill, I understand you not knowing if you can continue. We have a possibility for an interim pastor that I want to talk to all of you about. If you can’t make it to all of the meetings about it, I understand, but I would love it if you would stay on the team and support it until we make a decision. I think we need to show unity to the church right now. The church isn’t very unified right now.
Bill looked at him. ”That’s my fault. I’ve been causing most of the disunity. Let me talk to Sharon and see if I can work it out to stay on for a while.”
David smiled. ”That sounds great, Bill. Anyone else have anything to say?”
Fred spoke up. ”I do, David. Tell us about this potential interim.”
This is a blast from the past, from around two years ago.
Yesterday I wrote about dreaming. Let’s say that you have now decided to allow yourself to dream. You are pursuing God with all you have and you believe that God has given you a dream. Your dream is to hike the Appalachian Trail, help build a house with Habitat for Humanity, run a marathon, or go on a mission trip. So you wait on the dream to happen. After all, God has given you the dream. He will make it happen for you, right? And you get frustrated because the dream isn’t happening. You begin questioning whether the dream is really what God wanted you to do after all. It just isn’t coming to fruition.
I understand this. I’ve been there. I’ve had this happen and had the frustrations. Why isn’t the dream happening? I think the answer is pretty obvious. God will give you the dream, but you have to do your part to realize the dream. If you want to hike the Appalachian Trail, you had better make a habit of knowing everything you can know about the AT. You had better prepare. You have to do a lot of hiking. You get the right gear for the trip. You do something everyday to make your dream of hiking the Appalachian Trail a reality. Same if you want to run a marathon. You run. You buy the right shoes. You might join a group that will encourage you. You do the small, daily things needed to run 26.2 miles.
In other words, you make your dream a habit. It’s ok to dream, but it’s not going anywhere if you don’t something about it. It will take some sacrifice. Jon Acuff says that you might have to get up at 5:00 am when the rest of your family is asleep. I agree. When you have a dream and want to make it real, you will do whatever you have to do to see it through.
And that ends up being the question, right? Is it really your dream or just something that you think would be nice. The difference is in what you do to make it happen.
What is your dream? Are you willing to do what it takes daily to make it happen?
This is part of my weekly fiction series. You can find the other chapters HERE at my fiction page.
Bill Johnson sat in his car, staring at his steering wheel. He was numb. His head felt like it would exploded, but he wasn’t sure if that was from the news or from the headache he had been having for a few days. He banged his head down where he had been staring and let out a scream, not caring if anyone walking by heard him.
Bill grabbed his phone. Who should he call first? He had planned to go to work after the appointment, but there was no way that he could go now. He would have to call Eric, his supervisor. He would dread the call if this morning hadn’t happened. No, there were more important things to him at this point than a supervisor who was merciless. He found the number in his contacts and pressed the button. He was vaguely aware that the phone was ringing.
“Hello!”. Bill heard the whir of machinery in the background. Eric was out on the floor. He was hoping to catch him in the office, but it didn’t really matter. He would say what he had to say and move on. He needed to make some other calls and visits.
“Eric. This is Bill. I just got out of my appointment. I won’t….I won’t be able to make it in today.” Bill braced for what he expected from Eric.
“Bill, that’s just great. We are already down a man and you’re late. Now you’re telling me that you aren’t coming in at all? You better be dying, mister.”
Bill almost audibly groaned. There had been so many times he wanted to punch this young punks face, but he had held back because he had too much time invested in the plant. Looking back, maybe he should have gone ahead.
“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, Eric.”
“You bet you will, Bill. Come straight to my office first thing. We’re going to have a serious talk about how you’re letting this plant down.”
“Alright then. See you then.” Bill hung up the phone. He stared back at the steering wheel and took a deep breath. He needed to call Sharon. Not that he would tell her over the phone, but he needed to find out where she was. He needed to meet her. She needed to be the one he told first.
Sharon picked up on the second ring. She was like that, hating to hear the phone ring for long. She had been done that on the old rotary phone when they had first begun courting. She did it in their own home on the wall mount phone hanging in their kitchen whenever her mom called. She had answered that way when they had gotten cordless phones several years ago. She might have been even quicker on the draw when they had finally broken down and gotten cell phones. Now that was about all they used. Bill had threatened a few times to just do away with their land lines. They never used them anyway.
“Hey sweetie!!! Appointment over? Are you headed to work.” Sharon said all of this before Bill had a chance to say anything.
“Hey, where are you?” Bill squeaked out. Emotion flooded over him and he wasn’t sure he was going to make it through the call.
“I’m on my way home. Bill, what’s wrong. What did Nate say?” They had been going to Nate for almost their entire marriage. He was basically an old family friend by now.
“I’m not going to work. I’ll see you at home in a minute.” Bill managed to get that out. He wasn’t going to be able to make it through much more.
“Bill, are you ok?”
“At home, Sharon. I’ll see you at home.” Bill hung up. He couldn’t continue to do anything else on the phone. He needed to make one more call. He would do this one on the way home.
Bill cranked up his truck and began to back out. A car blew its horn and he slammed on his brakes. He threw up his hand in apology, but that didn’t stop the glares he received from the two ladies in the car. Bill looked to make sure all was clear and he continued out of his parking space. He put the truck in drive and began to make his way toward. home.
He opened up the contacts in his phone again and found the number. This one was hard for a totally different reason than his call to Sharon. This time he was going to have to eat some humble pie. The phone rung a few times. Finally there was an answer.
“Hello?” The voice on the other end sounded cautious to Bill. Honestly, he could understand that. It’s not like he had been on his best behavior lately. It was time to start making things right.
“David. It’s Bill Johnson. Got a minute?” Bill kind of bit his lip as he was prone to do when he was nervous. He wasn’t sure of what David’s reaction would be.
“Sure, Bill. What’s on your mind?” Bill could almost see the skepticism on David’s face through the phone. He didn’t blame him. In his shoes, he would be skeptical too. Heck, he had been skeptical of David and everyone else on the search committee. It was time for Bill to end all of that. He didn’t have time for that anymore.
“David, I’m coming to the meeting tonight. I thought about skipping it, but I have something I need to tell the entire team. First, though, I want to apologize to you. I’ve given you a rough time of it. I’ve been wrong and I want to tell you I’m sorry.” There it was. He had done it. He wasn’t sure he would be able to .
An audible pause sat there between them for a moment. Bill could hear the gears grinding on David’s end of the phone. He almost began to wonder if David would ever say anything.
“Bill, I don’t know what to say. Thank you for calling and telling me this. I accept your apology. What do you want to tell us, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“David, I’m sorry, I can’t say right now. I need to talk this over with Sharon first. Let’s just say it will be a meeting that none of us are likely to forget.
“Alright, Bill. We’ll see you at the church then. Thanks again for calling.”
“See you then, David.”
Bill hung up the phone. The next five miles were going to be the longest he had ever driven. He was dreading the conversation he was about to have with Sharon. He was sure that it wasn’t going to go well.
This is a post from a couple of years ago.
I just finished a book called Born To Run. It’s a true story about a guy who developed a pain in his foot. His search for a cure led him to the Tarahamura Indians in Mexico. These Indians will run incredible distances in breechcloth and sandals fueled by a concoction they call iskiate. I’m sure that if analyzed it would show up on all endurance sports’ banned substance lists.
One of the things that stood out to me was what a college running coach discovered. This gentleman, upon watching the Tarahmurans run, discovered their true secret. He found out how and why they are able to run incredible distances day after day. It isn’t just their lifestyle. It isn’t just their diet of iskiate. What he realized was that they ran with a childlike joy.
Think about that for a minute. Think back to when you were a child. Did anyone ever tell to get to running? Probably not. More than likely you were told to slow down or quit running in the house. When you were a kid you ran. Why? Because you loved to run. You were free. When I went to my grandma’s house, I would have her time me as I ran around the house. Why? Because I loved to run fast around her house. I ran for no other reason than that.
This made me think of what Jesus said when he said that to enter the kingdom of heaven one needed to become like children. How would you approach Jesus? Most of us would slink to Him. How would a child? A child would run and jump into his arms, just like your children probably have done to you or you did to your parents.
At the end of 1 John 2, John says that we should approach Him confidently. Why? Because we are His children. What does that mean? I think it means running to him as hard as possible, chasing Him around the house, jumping, squealing with exuberant joy. Just like you used to run as child, running like children to the Savior and to the Father.
If you are a follower of Jesus, how do you think you should approach Jesus? Do you run to Him with childlike joy?
There is a gentleman where I work who is about to retire. I remember when I first met him, almost seventeen years ago. We ran into each other in the restroom. I imagine that he could tell I was new. We were a bit smaller of a company back then. He asked what I was doing there and I told him. Feeling pretty spunky, I asked him the same question. He told me he was the Executive Vice-President for the division I worked for. I might have felt a bit sheepish at that point.
Some time later he was made the president of this division and has worked to the point of retirement. Someone told me recently that he was taking welding lessons so that he can create art. Think about that for a minute. He has been an executive in a business for close to two decades. He is going to retire within weeks and what does he want to do?
I have had a thought for a while. A question really. It’s been sitting there simmering. Baking. Basting in the slow cooker of my mind for a few weeks. I’ve been wondering for a while.
Is it a sin to not pursue your dream.
Now, we have to define our dreams a bit. I’m not talking about what you have on your bucket list. I’m not talking about working for thirty years until you gain the gold watch and retire to a life of ease. What I mean is this:
A dream is the desire to use the talents you have been given for the betterment of man and the glory of God.
We recently had a sermon series at church. It was called The Follower and was about being a follower of Christ.
On the first Sunday of the series, our pastor displayed a piece of driftwood on stage. It was nothing remarkable. Just a piece of plain, gray driftwood.
The next Sunday, it looked a little different. A gentleman in our church had begun to carve a face into the driftwood. Each Sunday throughout the series it change. The detail to the face grew. This man had taken a his tools that he was skilled at. He made something beautiful out of something that was ugly. He used his talents to do something.
Jon Acuff recently wrote this post about the artists of Israel. You can read the story in Exodus 31 and 36. God gave the wisdom and talents to create art to some of the Israelites. All who were willing were summoned to work on the ark and all of the items for the tabernacle.
The skill of those skillful to create art was put into these people by God. What were they given the skill to do?
God gave talent to certain people and then those who were willing created the ark and instruments of the tabernacle. The artists were heavily involved in the corporate worship of the Lord.
Some, it seems, may have sat on their talent and not used it for the betterment of the nation and the glory of God
You may think that you aren’t an artist. I disagree. You may not be a musician. You may not be someone who can carve driftwood into something beautiful or weld metal into art. You may not be someone who writes a blog.
That doesn’t mean you don’t have talent or don’t create art.
I know a man who has been a hunter all of his life. The Lord has given him incredible talent and ability. He leads hunter safety classes and shares his faith through this. Do you know what he does?
He creates art.
I want to challenge you today. Do an self-inventory. Find your talents. Use them to share your faith. Give them to your church to aid in corporate worship. Display them so that God’s glory can be further displayed.
What talents do you have that can create art for the Lord?
This post came from a couple of years ago during the early days of Deuceology.
I was reading a Tweet a few days ago from a preacher. He quoted another preacher, C.J. Mahaney, in his Tweet. Pastor Mahaney was quoted as asking this question of several preachers: If I asked your congregations what you were passionate about, what would they say? The first thing that went through my head was how I would answer this about my pastor. I would ask you that are reading this how you would answer this about your own pastor. Please keep your answers to yourself. But there is another question that I would like to ask. What would be the answer be about yourself? What are you passionate about?
How you answer this, truthfully, will show the results of your possible relationship with the Lord. Between you and your pastor, it will probably also indicate the health of your church.
In thinking about this, there were three possible conclusions that I came up with. Read them and tell me what you think. I don’t have the corner on all of this.
1. If your pastor is passionate about the Lord and His Church and you (and everyone else) aren’t, you will be uncomfortable with the direction of what’s going on in your church and with your pastor.
2. If your pastor is not passionate about the Lord and His Church and you (and everyone else) are, you will be frustrated and irritated with what is going on with the church.
3. If your pastor is passionate and you (and everyone else) are passionate, the question is moot. You have unity and everyone is on the same page.
My prayer is that your pastor, my pastor, you and I are all passionate about the Lord and His Church. Oh, what a day!!!
What are you passionate about?
Sometimes you will hear someone say something to the effect that we should have “childlike faith.” I think they get this from Luke’s gospel. It doesn’t quite say that we should have childlike faith. Instead, this is what Jesus says:
Permit the children to come to Me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child will not enter it at all.
So, the question isn’t really how we have childlike faith. Instead, the question becomes how do we receive the kingdom like a child?
A few days ago I went with a group of people from my church to a rehab center for addicts. It is a Christ centered facility. It was a fantastic experience to be able to spend time with these folks. Something interesting happened, though.
We prayed over a graduate of the program and anointed him with oil. He is facing some health issues that are definitely a cause for concern. Another gentleman spoke up and told his story. He said that he was a fairly new Christian. His wife had developed breast cancer. He came across the description in James about anointing with oil and prayer. What did he do? He did this for his wife. The results were that her breast cancer disappeared.
It seems to me that this gentleman received the kingdom of God like a child. I’ve explained that scripture in James away many times. I’ve heard it preached that way. I’ve heard plenty of scriptures explained away to mean something other than what they say.
What does a child do when we tell them something? They believe. They trust. They accept it without question. If an adult tells them something, they just believe what happens. We grow up and learn to not believe.
We’ve done that, it seems to me, with a lot of scripture. We try to make it mean something that makes sense to our adult minds rather than as a child would.
Was there anything special in the oil that we anointed that man with? How about the oil the other gentleman anointed his wife with? No. What was special is that we believe that God can heal him. The husband believed that God could heal his wife. What was special was the obedience, trust and faith that was displayed.
What does it mean to have childlike faith? It means obeying the word of God. It means trusting that God will do what He says. It means having faith in the work of Christ. It means coming to Jesus as a child.
Do you come to Christ as a child?
This is an ongoing series of fiction. You can find all the chapters at my Fiction page.
David stood before the congregation with more than a little bit of nervousness. Most studies listed public speaking as the number one fear for most people. He wouldn’t say that it was he most dreaded in life, but neither would he say that he looked forward to it. Since he had been elected chairperson of the committee it fell to him to give a report to the church on what was happening with the pastor search.
They decided to do it just after the worship service was over. No one wanted to interrupt the normal flow of things. David would later think in retrospect that it really couldn’t have any worse than it did by having it just before the lunch hour.
David told the simple basics of what had happened so far, which was little after only one committee meeting. They had prayed. He had been elected chairman. They dismissed. They met again on Wednesday night decided to seek an interim pastor first. They had a few names for that position and had lined up a couple of supply preachers to handle the preaching duties while they contacted those worked on the interim. Once they did that, they would focus on finding a permanent pastor.
When he was finished, he looked around and began to leave the podium. Just as he started to move, he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. He saw Tom Jennings stand up. Tom was one of Bill Johnson’s best friends in the church. David fought to not let his body language say what he was thinking as he saw Tom begin to speak. He could almost see Bill begin to smirk as he stood there waiting to hear from Tom.
“I have a couple of questions. First, I understand there was some controversy at the meeting regarding your election as chairperson. What do you have to say about that?”
David paused before he began to speak. He thought to himself, “What controversy is he talking about?” He stood there for just another second before he responded.
“I’m not aware of any controversy in the meeting. The majority of the team chose me according to the by-laws of the church. It’s not something I necessarily wanted, but I’m happy to serve in this way.”
Tom quickly replied to David’s answer. “We , the church, elected Bill Johnson to the team. He’s the deacon chairman. Without a pastor, he’s the leader of the church. Why wasn’t he just made the chairman?” A murmur rose through the church. A few people nodded their heads, while others just seemed confused by what was going on.
“Tom, all I can tell you is that we followed the procedures this church decided should be followed in choosing a chairperson. Until those are changed, this is the way it happens.”
Tom looked undaunted.”I also understand that Bill brought five names to the table to consider for interim pastor. You folks decided dismiss so that you could pray. Why did you choose to do something that doesn’t help things over looking over those names? We didn’t elect you to do nothing.”
David stood there stunned. He couldn’t believe someone would think this, much less say it out loud. There were a few people looking at Tom, but most eyes fell on David. He was so shocked that he didn’t really know what to say to Tom.
“David, do you mind if I answer this one?”
David turned to see Fred McGinley rising from his seat to David’s left. Fred had shown wisdom in their first meeting. Perhaps no one else in the congregation was respected more than Fred. He had stood in the same place David was numerous times before. David was more than happy to let Fred answer this one.
“Folks, there was no controversy in electing David chairperson of this committee. One person on the team wanted to automatically be named the chairperson. Four of us wanted to follow the by-laws. By following the process that this body decided on many years ago, David was named chairperson.”
David saw more than a few heads nod. He knew that Fred’s words carried more weight with the people than his ever would. He was relieved to see the effect Fred was having among everyone.
Fred continued. ”Yes, we dismissed so that we could pray about this matter. We could have jumped right into choosing an interim pastor, but we would have been choosing who we wanted. We decided to dismiss and seek the Lord’s guidance and wisdom in what we should do. My personal hope is that this will be a praying team. It really doesn’t matter what do if prayer isn’t a major part of it. I’m afraid everything we do would be in vain if that isn’t the case.”
Fred sat down. A few people clapped. A couple of amens came from different sections of the auditorium. David could see the smiles and nods in agreement. Fred had quickly diffused the situation that Bill and Tom were trying to create. David felt relief, but also was aware that this would be no easy process going forward. They were all going to have to be on their toes.
David glanced at Tom and Bill. Tom looked defeated and sat down. Bill simply sat there glaring at David. David supposed that things had not gone quite the way they had suspected they would.
“One final thing I would like to ask. We need your prayers. This is and awesome task that you have entrusted to us. We cannot get this done without your help in this area. Pray like you’ve never prayed before.”
With that, David left the stage and folks began to leave.