What do you say? Thanks!
When I was a child, I recall my mother looking at me, "Chuck, what do you say?" Somebody had given me something, maybe something that I didn't even like. "What do you say, Chuck?" "Thanks!" My mother was satisfied. I wish that I had said "thanks" more often in my life. A congregation's course correction For 5 years I was the student pastor of a small country church in southern Indiana. Sunday was coming, and I was bogged down in papers and tests at school. "Diane drive slowly!" It was 40 miles from the seminary to the church. Diane is driving, and I'm sitting in the passenger seat feverishly preparing a sermon on Jonah and the great fish. When I preached that Sunday, I got mixed up and had Jonah wanting to go to Ninevah. It didn't sound right, but I had, "brain-lock". Sitting in the congregation, Diane winced. During the invitation hymn, I figured it out. I apologized and sheepishly went to the back door. Y