Hey, I’ve been sharing a story from our bar service (if you don’t know, we have a Tuesday Night Service in a bar called the White House Pub that is open for business during our service). So tonight I preached about Peter, and about how when he started following Jesus his life became an adventure. I talked about his daily routine of getting up, eating a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerio’s for breakfast (as I said, “I don’t know what people ate for breakfast back then”) and then going out to fish, but how all that changed when Jesus showed up on the beach…
So after the service this guy who was about 23 walked up and said, “Dude, you were totally f-ing talking to ME tonight!” I said, “That’s cool. What’s your name?” He said, “It’s Peter! And my favorite f-ing cereal is Honey Nut Cheerio’s, how did you f-ing pull that one out of your f-ing hat?” I laughed and said, “Well, that’s God, not me.” He said, “And singing Guns n’ Roses!” (in my sermon I sang a few lines from “Mr. Brownstone” – “I used to do a little but a little wouldn’t do, so the little got more and more, I just keep trying to get a little better said a little better than befo-o-wo.”) “Dude,” he said, “They’re my f-ing favorite f-ing band!” (There were actually more “f-ing”s than this, I’m trying to keep this clean….)
He said, “You know how you said some people might be ready to accept Jesus tonight? I was, but then I lost it.” I asked him to explain, so we sat down and he spent the next fifteen minutes telling me how far he was from God, how he knew he had screwed up his life. I told him the parable of the prodigal son, and that God was just waiting for him to take steps towarads home and that He’d run to meet him. We talked about what the next steps towards God might be for him. I gave him a Bible. He promised to come back next week.
It was pretty f-ing cool. (Sorry, had to do it.)
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