When the pastor at Family of Christ Congregation walked out the side door of the church and ran into the manager of the local radio station next door, he didn’t know his ministry and his world were about to change.
Family of Christ Congregation (FCC) was his third pastorate. A rather imposing figure of a man, Pastor Tyrone Lexington Boone was born to an African American father and a Latino mother in a middle class suburb of northern Ohio; but the posting at FCC found him in a Tennessee medium-sized town that was “part south and part midwest” in its outlook.
The church seated 185 according to the fire marshal; though they once packed 210 people in for a wedding without resorting to extra chairs. Sunday mornings tended to attract a fairly full house mixing young and old, suits and shorts, whites and non-whites, Charismatics and conservatives and the occasional “I’m not there yet” seeker.
The block was a mix of commercial and residential, but the church’s lot was deep, so parking was at the back of a skinny driveway. You didn’t want to be going in when everybody else was coming out, or driving out when others will trying to come in. There was a rather large bed and breakfast place on the other side of the driveway, and the local radio station was next door.
Currently operating under the somewhat dated name “PEACE 99;” the radio station wasn’t even a 99 at all, but broadcast at 98.9 FM. But their studio was well insulated and the church never heard any noise from the place, especially on Sunday mornings when they ran some pre-recorded music commercial free.
Pastor Boone usually used the back door to the parking lot, but went out the side door more to see if the door actually worked or if it would prove to be sealed shut in the event of an emergency. It was at that moment that Dan Righter — or at least that was his on-air name — the afternoon guy, station manager and owner of PEACE 99 walked out the side door of his building to see if the building lawn might need cutting.
“Hey! I never use that door;” they both said to each other, almost in unison. Dan Righter was also the station’s best sales representative, even though he had guys hired to do that job. He was a quick study and his philosophy was that nothing in life is coincidence. He saw an opportunity.
Pastor Boone muttered something about a “divine appointment” and was therefore quite receptive when the radio guy said he had an idea.
“I don’t actually make any money on Sunday mornings. It’s not a good time to sell advertising spots. So we just play stuff from the archives. Heck, I even put a kid’s audition tape on the air to fill the time. But I am under pressure from our community service advisory board to be doing more to help out in the town. So Pastor, how’d you like to broadcast your Sunday service, free of charge?”
Boone shrugged his shoulders and said he’d never thought about going the radio before. That was a lie. It was all he thought about. The Bible college he went to was next to a university that had a 100-watt campus station that could be heard for miles. Not knowing he was from the adjacent institution, the students that ran the campus outlet gave him a four hour show on Monday nights. He played an eclectic mix of music that had listenership from around the broader community.
“I don’t know about putting the church on the radio;” he replied.
“Look;” Dan said; “There’s larger churches in town I can offer this to, but it’s a real hassle technically if I’m just giving the time away. With you guys, I can run a line from your sound system right through these doors we just walked through, and when it’s over, it takes about 30 seconds to roll up the cable. I’ll put the ‘free’ part in writing and we’ll commit to each other for 26 weeks. If you want to walk away in six months, that’s fine.”
“You got a deal;” Pastor Boone blurted out, realizing even at that moment that this was a rather major decision he was going to have to clear through his board members, all ten of them. Plus, he was at first going to have to make it sound like something he was considering, instead of something that was a done deal.
Nonetheless, the men shook hands on it. Starting that Sunday, Family of Christ would begin sending their audio signal next door for PEACE 99 to spread throughout the town of 26,000 people.
It was Tuesday. (more…)
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God did not send his only son to die because God was so offended by sin that he needed to whack somebody in order to feel better. A “sin offering” is not made to God. A sin offering is an offering made to sin. Sin is a beast that wants to devour us. Imagine you are camping in the wilderness alone and you come upon a grizzly. The moment that bear sees you and begins running toward you, I promise you this: you had better come bearing gifts! If you have nothing to offer that beast he will devour you. The sacrifice on the cross was essentially Christ throwing himself in front of the beast on your behalf and allowing it to consume Him while you escaped. Jesus did not die on the cross to satisfy God’s moral rage at your sin. He died to save you from the beast of sin. The death he died to sin once for all.
Paul has kindly offered me some space to write a few words about a mutually appreciated author: Adrian Plass. As Paul mentioned in a recent post, Mr. Plass is embarking on a 17-city tour across Canada. My post coincides with this event, namely because I’m pleased to have the opportunity to hear such a clever and illuminating writer speak, but also because just as the joy of experiencing a Plass novel should not be hoarded, neither should the chance to hear him in person pass by unnoticed.
Perhaps what keeps the Diary fresh is its honesty about the humanity – quirks, flaws, and all – of Christians, and its refusal to communicate this solely through self-critical reflections. Indeed, Plass’ greatest demonstrations of Christian reality come through the simple actions of its protagonist, whether they are somewhat misguided or deeply informed. And as silly as some of these situations are, they speak truthfully to universal experiences amongst churchgoers (particularly Anglicans and charismatics, which happens to hit me right in the spiritual bulls-eye as far as experiences go). Plass underlines the comedy with moments that start small and wind up emotionally resonant. His speaking is known for its skill in evoking laughs and tears simultaneously, and one may find this gift humbly expressed in his writing. 




Honestly, sometimes I think I do my best work on other people’s sites. Others may just think of it as dropping more litter on the information highway…

I’m about a third of the way through this one and will be doing a full review on it in later in the week. My first reaction is that this book takes a more secular, more scientific approach to this topic than the book Heaven by Randy Alcorn, beginning with the whole NDE or near-death-experience phenomena. (Admittedly, it was the abridged 50 Days of Heaven that I read.) Thus, I see the possibility of giving this one as a gift to a non-churched friend who may not get into Alcorn’s “bible study” approach to the topic. But remember, I’m only one-third in.
The atmosphere is informal, the ambiance is casual, the technical video quality of the 29 minute sermon is somewhat poor, and the audio is somewhat hard to hear; but it’s a video recording that is going to attract a lot of attention over the next few days. Futhermore, the audience — while definitely not the largest crowd he has ever preached to — seemed to be enjoying every word.




