>> Sunday, March 20, 2011
I became acquainted with Deanna when I got a new job. What an unlikely pair we were. I came from a strict religious background that had a list of sins. Deanna had no “thou shalt nots”. She lived with Barry, an arrangement that was in its fourth year when I met her.
We shared stories. She had married at the age of 16, had two little girls and widowed by the age of 19. I had married at 17, had three girls and then my preacher husband left me.
Many of our talks centered on my beliefs as a Christian. As we explored together, I came to the realization that my list of rules did not constitute being a Christian. Deanna wanted to know more about this “Jesus” guy. She purchased a Bible and sent Barry packing. I began to understand that judging others was not my mission in life. Our growth continued.
Free time on Saturday and Deanna wanted some time to stroll around the campground. Several women gathered around the fireplace in the lodge … and I joined them. The talk turned to evangelism. One lady in particular, Teresa, was being very vocal about what she thought. Finally I could contain myself no longer. I quietly talked of caring about the other person … getting to know them … where they were coming from. Teresa returned even stronger. Our duty was to bring them to the Lord … by knocking on their door or cornering them on the street. I requested that Deanna be allowed to just get used to being around a group of Christians … to allow her trust to grow.
Sunday morning … the final service. Once again, Deanna wanted to sit near the back. It was a pleasant time and drawing to a close … with an altar call. Oh no!
Heads were bowed. Suddenly Teresa appeared at our row and pushed her way past several ladies to stand beside Deanna.
Not at all quietly, she told Deanna it was time for her to come to the front of the chapel and accept Christ. Deanna whispered “no”. Teresa loudly urged her … this time taking her hand and pulling on Deanna’s arm. Deanna whispered “no”. I wanted to stick my fist in Teresa’s face.
Finally Deanna gave in to the pulling … and allowed herself to be led to the front. I followed along behind, not knowing what to do. Loudly Teresa prayed and told Deanna what to say. My thoughts were such a jumble. Why had Teresa done this?
Teresa decided Deanna was through … and stood to smile at everyone. Deanna and I quietly walked to the back of the chapel … but Deanna kept on walking. I grabbed our purses and left too.
Deanna was very quiet. Too quiet. What could I say?
“ Deanna … I’m so sorry. I had no idea someone would do that”. Still silent, she pulled out her suitcase and began to pack. I copied her actions. She rolled up her sleeping bag. So did I.
Soon we were in her car, bouncing down the gravel road. As we drove onto the highway and picked up speed, her torrent started. She became a little, dark volcano … spewing everywhere.
“Why? Why? Why did she do that? Did that make her feel like a big shot? I told her no. Why did she keep pulling? I went with her just to get her to shut up. Does she have ears? I SAID NO.”
Sounded like a good analogy to me.
The trip took three hours and she was still spewing when we got home.
As Deanna let me out at my house, she said, “Don’t ever ask me to go to church with you again.” And she drove off. Teresa had destroyed so much.
The next Sunday, from my place on the front row of the choir, I looked directly into the smiling face of Teresa sitting in the front row of the congregation. The pastor talked excitedly of the reports from the retreat … and of a major victory in leading an unchurched person to Christ. I felt like throwing up … as Teresa smiled and nodded.
Evangelism is not about “notches in your belt.”
“This is my command: Love one another the way I loved you. This is the very best way to love.” John 15:12 (MSG)