Ken

Chuk Swindoll has a blog for pastors. Good stuff.

I discovered this little story about Chuck Swindoll today:

In a society of shifting moral standards and a community given over to “speaking with a forked tongue,” I was reminded recently of an event that occurred a few years ago when our staff was invited to a large pastors meeting in Houston, Texas. One of the seminars was to be led by Chuck Swindoll, but he seemed to be running late. Finally he appeared on the platform before a large and admiring crowd. He looked awful—his suit was all wrinkled, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was not quite in place, and he needed a shave. As he stood before that crowd I was sure he was tempted to tell them that he had been involved in some kind of spiritual warfare that lasted all night, but he had resisted the temptation and arrived victorious to teach them the Scriptures. Instead he told them the truth: He had forgotten the meeting, but as soon as his secretary reminded him of it he booked a ticket from LA to Houston; unfortunately, it was the red-eye flight. Once he arrived that morning he discovered that the airline had lost his luggage. He arrived at his room and washed his face and then realized that his Bible was in his luggage, so he borrowed a Gideon Bible from his hotel room. Then he said with a big smile, “So opening our Gideon Bibles, let’s look at….” Here was a sincere man of God. Ron Ritchie, Penninsula Bible Church, pbc.org

Some people think wearing a bow time makes them look literary and intelligent, but of course, clowns wear bow ties, too. On a happy day you might find me wearing a bow tie. I wear a bow tie to celebrate something. So if you ever see me wearing a bow tie you might ask me what I’m celebrating. “The joy of the Lord is my strength.”