I first read this post as reblogged by Prodigal Chick. Thanks! This is so important to understand and internalize.
A lifetime ago, I normally preached three times per week. Although I wasn’t a pastor of a church, I preached wherever a door opened.
Once, I taught a series on Christian business practices in a small Iowa town hall. On the second evening, I sat alone, wondering if anyone would show up. At five minutes till seven, a woman walked in and sat down in the middle of fifty chairs. The clock creeped forward, but no one else showed up.
“Sir,” said the woman, “will you be starting on time?”
I nodded my head. “Sure,” I replied, moving toward the stage.
At seven o’clock, I prayed and began teaching to an audience of one. My teaching lasted forty-five minutes and a few others arrived in the last five minutes of it.
I closed the meeting and asked the lady if she needed personal prayer. She did. When I prayed…
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