My son was telling us this story last week. He and his family attend a non-denominational Spirit-filled church in northwest Arkansas.
Scott was working in the sound booth when he spotted a Nerf football come sailing up toward the ceiling, then dropping back down into the crowd. He couldn’t see who did it because so many children and youth had filled in the front area during the worship service. Then it happened again! So Scott dashed out of the sound booth and rushed down to the front.
“I don’t know what parent has allowed their child to play with a Nerf football during church, but I’ll get that kid and bring him to his mom or dad!”
Guess what? It was Scott’s own boy! When I heard that, I laughed and remembered all the grief and mischief Scott had given us growing up. “What you sow, you reap!”
Are you the new Father in town?
My wife and I had begun to pastor a Pentecostal church in Baton Rouge. The city had a big Catholic population. The charismatic renewal was underway so I held clinics in different churches for believers to understand the gifts of the Holy Spirit. We had exciting times!
During that year, our first child, Scott, was born to us. After Lana’s hard labor, and having the joy of seeing our healthy son laid in her arms, I got down on my knees late that night to pray. I said to God, “Father… I know how you feel!”
That next week I spoke at a Catholic charismatic home Bible study in town. A new visitor was present for the first time, a nun, dressed in her formal habit. She assumed I was a priest, so she approached me with a question: “Are you a new Father in town?” Without any hesitation, I answered with a big smile, “Yes, I am!”