Apostatical Interruptions
During this past week, I followed my familiar format in the structure of my workweek. I mention it here not for you to see the timecard I punch each day but only to mention I am busy enough that I do not care for casual interruptions. My studies from home largely prevent this because my house is quiet. The only troubles caused are the ones that are self-created. I had a good interruption this past week and others not so good.
On Tuesday it was a blessed privilege to spend the entire morning talking with Donna Miller as she prepares to switch software for producing our weekly bulletins. We learned we would need to do this late last year and now the mandatory date to change is quickly coming up. Tuesday was our opportunity to speak in earnest about how we make the change. It may seem insignificant to you, but it is time consuming. I have spoken before about Donna’s commitment, which I am happy to applaud although at the same time saddened that we require commitments from former members outside the church while often begging cooperation from others inside. I should not call Tuesday an interruption. A blessed encounter describes it better.
Writing about Tuesday was not my intent for this article. Rather, while I searched for this article’s subject, I thought of another interruption. The motivation for choosing this subject was my remembrance of the first sermon series I preached here at Berean. It began in February of 2003 on a Wednesday night. My introduction claimed I would preach a three-part series in the epistle of Jude which would take three Wednesdays. The three-part series ended seven months later. I reviewed the schedule for that series to discover how misleading the original statement was. I subdivided each part into multiple sections. More important was the subject matter. It was apostasy which came to my attention last week by a knock at my door.
I expected the salesman who always says, “We want you to know we will be in your area next week to spray for ants. All your neighbors are having their houses treated and as soon as we treat them all the ants are coming to your house. We are offering a special to help you with this problem.” Instead, these two salespeople offered a different poison that was more dangerous because they kill souls not ants. They offered a Bible study and asked if I like to study the Bible. I answered affirmatively and informed them they had just interrupted my Bible study. I learned they love people who want to study the Bible which prompted me to ask who they represented. They confirmed my suspicions. They were JWs. I abruptly stopped and said I am a Baptist pastor and I am a Christian. They were a little surprised I answered this way because they knew the conclusion of this conversation. The fellow smiled, squinted, and said, “We are too!” To which I smiled and replied, “No, you are not!” This ended my interruption.
I was ready to go all 2 John on them, but my point here combines two major objections. I do not like interruptions in general and I especially do not like apostatical interruptions. You, however, are welcome to knock on my door during the week if you bring cookies and pesticides.
Pastor V. Mark Smith
