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Dr. Revival: The anxious Pastor greeted worshippers with excitement, "Welcome to the first service of our revival meeting and we're so glad Dr. Crawford is with us.  I will introduce Dr. Revival further in just a few minutes, but for now let's stand and greet o­ne another."  While others were shaking hands I was praying, "O, Dear Lord, may it be so."  I know several who have doctorates in Evangelism but none, until now, who have doctorates in Revival.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++More Than a Lifetime Supply: I o­nly have o­ne child-hood addiction that has stayed with me into my senior adult years.  My father used Mentholatum each night with religion-like regularity.  I remember him putting a dab o­n his little finger and sticking it so far up into his nose that I was certain he was applying it to the inside, top of his skull.  Never mind that the bottle clearly read, “Do not apply to inside of nose.”  Like a child desiring to imitate his father, I learned how to follow the same nightly routine – and it did help me sleep better, or so it seemed. I continued that practice until recently when I could no longer purchase Mentholatum in the drug store.  Seems it had been taken off the market.  Like a drug addict in withdrawal, I looked everywhere.  Finally I asked a druggist “friend” and was told Mentholatum no longer met the new government standards and was withdrawn from circulation.  Then she asked, in what I thought was a joking manner, “Would you like for me to order you a case while it is still available?”  In a definite joking manner, I replied, “sure.”  A few weeks later she delivered a case of 3 oz. containers of Mentholatum to me – all 34 bottles – with a note attached, “Lifetime supply!”  My o­nly response was, “I had not planned o­n living that long.”  

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Baptism or Burritos?  The young voice o­n the other end of the telephone was recognizable.  It was my grandson, Price, calling to tell me that he had invited Jesus into his heart as a result of Vacation Bible School.  He was obviously excited to be sharing his good news with all who would listen.  After congratulating him, my next response was in the form of a question.  “What’s next?”  I asked, thinking he would talk about baptism or maybe a new believer’s class for children.  I was wrong.  In true family fashion, he replied, “I think I’m going to Fernando’s to get a bean burrito.” 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++Half Naked and Thankful.During my time as Interim Pastor of the First Baptist Church in Lawton, Oklahoma, I was allowed to spend the weekends in their Missionary Apartment, located o­n the second floor of the Children’s Building.  There was o­n outside stairway and entrance with a nice deck o­nto which I frequently went early in the mornings to check the weather.  One morning, while standing o­n the deck, wearing a pair of slacks and not much else, I heard a sickening click behind me.  My first impulse was to check the door.  It was locked.  My second impulse was to check my pocket.  No keys. My third impulse was to reach for my cell phone.  Not there.  My fourth impulse was to panic.  It was still early.  The custodians would be in the adjacent building.  With no other options, I walked quickly across the parking lot and found an unlocked door.  I found both Custodians in the Fellowship Hall.  Before they could comment, I simply said, “I locked myself out of the apartment.  Do you have an extra key?”  Tom left immediately to get a key.  Mike kept looking at the floor as he politely talked with me about the incident.  After a rather long absence, Tom reappeared with the key.  “Was the key that hard to find?”  I asked.  “No!” he exclaimed. “I was looking for a camera.”  By the time I got dressed and returned fully clothed, the story had made the rounds.  When I confronted Tom again about the camera search, he said, “Well, it’s not every day you see your pastor running around half-naked.”   When I think of other times I had been o­n that deck early in the mornings, I shudder.  The whole experience could have been soooooo much worse.

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