Those of you who know me probably don't think of me as a religious person. I don't speak much about my faith but last weekend I spoke in church. You might even say I preached.
I spoke on hope, faith and fear. I spoke about the difference between hope and faith. Then I told everyone about how faith in God's plan for your life ends any fear you have about things to come. I told my story of how God had changed my life as a child that was so filled with anxiety when someone said "Hello" to me in the hallway at school I couldn't speak for ten minutes, to a person who could stand before a group and talk about his life.
I started attending DayBreak Community Church in Edmond (1718 S. Kelly) because my friends Carla and Dennis Clark asked Linda and I to attend. Carla and Dennis moved out of town to take jobs as teachers and we haven't had much time to visit with them. Church seemed like a way we could spend some time together. I've continued to attend, and now consider it home, because with all the stress in my life in the last couple of years I have found attending helpful.
Why I came to speak is also interesting. A couple of months ago, Boe Parrish, the minister of my church, said "While I am away maybe Dennis or Mark can preach…". Dennis said quickly "Not me" and I said without thinking "I'd be happy to". Boe wasn't speaking to me. There is another Mark in the church. It was one of those embarrassing moments. I felt like I had been pushed by a hand from behind, out of the line, when your coach asks for a volunteer. I think maybe God was doing the pushing.
It feels good to pull the bushel basket off the light.