Preacher sends crowd scrambling for the exit
It’s been awhile. I’ve been neglectful lately. I’m sorry.
I spent last week speaking in evening chapels at Mishewah family camp. It’s one of our denominational camps near Pembroke, Ontario. My family was there with a handful of others from HMC, a whole lot of people from other parts of the province, and countless blood-thristy mosquitos.
The most interesting part of the camp experience happened shortly after I started preaching on the last night. The winds suddenly picked up and the rain began to pour down and–lo and behold–half the people got up and ran out. I think they went scurrying to close their trailer windows and secure their tent pegs, but I’m not sure. Some may have used the storm as a convenient time to escape the deep Holy Spirit conviction that they were feeling. But I haven’t ruled out the possibility that it might have been the preacher.
Now, I’m looking forward to being back at my post on Sunday morning (I’ve been on holidays this week too). That kind of thing doesn’t usually happen on Sunday mornings in Hanover. But I think I’ll advise everyone to keep their windows up and items secured before they come to the worship service just in case.
