The first inclination of my life calling was my childhood eagerness to participate in “Show and Tell.” Saturday, after watching our grandbuddie Kyle (K2) Pierpont play basketball in Howell, I drove up the state through Flint, Saginaw, Zilwaukee, Bay City and Pinconning on Interstate 75 and then followed 23 tracing Lake Huron’s great Saginaw Bay through Standish and Au Gres, Tawas City, and East Tawas, to a small theater in Oscoda. East of Oscoda is Lake Huron. West of Oscoda you can drive through two hours Huron National Forest along the Au Sable River to Grayling. If you took route 72 you would pass Camp Barakel.
The wind chill factor was 30 below zero and the wind was blowing across an open field. I hurried into the warm theater which filled up with couples gathered to enjoy one another’s company and strengthen their marriages. The delightful event was sold-out and I preached my heart out to them and told stories that would draw them closer to Christ and to each other. With a prayer that I had done some good I re-traced by way back downstate. The night was cold and the roads were lonely but within my car I was warm and safe and my heart was full. By just a little after midnight I slid gratefully into bed safe and warm beside Lois and went to sleep exhausted but satisfied that I had done the will of God that day.
It was my privilege to preach twice yesterday in the Evangel Pulpit. Since I was a little boy I have had a longing to communicate and since fourteen I have known that my calling in life is to tell the story of Christ wherever and whenever I can to anyone who will listen. The gospel is the story that transforms people and families, cities, states and nations so my favorite way to describe myself is simply as a storyteller.