My video version of the Faith Mutters word wonders a bit about “Holy.” And several weeks into doing these videos I’m already thinking: is it time to get my hair cut? With this vast media exposure, I’m fretting about all kinds of new grooming pressures.
(If you need to see the video introduction for this exciting series of mutters about faith…try here.)
I wonder…what is the strangest request you’ve received for helping another?
This guy walked into my church office. He wasnâ€™t looking for transformation. Nope. He was in search of a transmission. Could my church buy him one? Ah, those desperate, pleading looks!
I do remember him. There was also the young woman who wanted a textbook, the couples who wanted to be married, the fellow who was absolutely honest about booze (and the many who werenâ€™t). The endless folks that wanted a motel room for the night (and a few times for a week). In over twenty-five years of parish ministry, a multitude came into my office: â€œPlease, Pastor, could you . . .â€
How many thousands of dollars did I, for Christâ€™s sake, give away? Which was fine. Sometimes the person pulled a scam, and sometimes the truthâ€”even about the boozeâ€”was shared. In that quarter century of as a local church pastor maybe two or three peopleâ€”totalâ€”paid the church back. But everyone said they would.
The guy who wanted the transmission said heâ€™d give the money back as soon as he could return home. The church I served then had a generous pastorâ€™s discretionary fund and we did indeed help him. He drove away. And no, he wasnâ€™t one of the handful that paid his debt. But hey, every time I say the Lordâ€™s Prayer, I remember . . . forgive us our debts. Or trespasses. Or transmissions.