This might be TMI.
Back in the 90s, I attended a Christian School.
I loved it, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to be in a good school with trustworthy people. Not everyone has that experience.
You just can’t beat good, Spirit-filled people. The best way to sum it up is they watched out for our souls. They had our best interest and well-being at heart in every way.
Unfortunately, there are bad so-called Christian schools out there. Our school wasn’t one of them. It was great. I wish we still had it. Maybe someday.
That said, I had an issue one time.
Circa 1999, during one of our Thursday chapel services, we had a visiting preacher come by. He was holding a revival at a local church.
The way the chapel was set up, all the younger children sat in the front row. So, the youngest is in the front, and the eldest is in the back.
I knew we, the young ones, were in trouble from the beginning of the sermon. This preacher had an issue. Something he couldn’t help, but it was distracting nonetheless.
He was a spitter.
And it just so happened that the title of his sermon, which he repeated quite often, had several hard C letters and the letter V. Both letters were problematic with his pronunciation skills.
I had a brand-new Bible, which I was super protective of. The last thing I wanted was his spittle covering the pages. But there was nowhere to go. At one point, I could feel it through my Oxford shirt.
He’s a great man and a great preacher — one of the very best! He’s been influential in my life.
That said, I’ll visit his revivals, but I ain’t sitting on the front row.
to the front row,
– Caleb
caneymountainblog.com 