Fresh Hope – 11th October 2017

I was invited to MC a large event a few years ago. I’d received a phone call from the organiser of the event and was told that they thought I was the man for the job. I tried to reason with them that they should choose someone else but they were having none of it.

The event was to be held on a Saturday evening in a local town hall that seated 800 people and was going to be filled with Christians from all over the area; they were coming to hear a high profile speaker from across the world and it was to be an incredible night of worship, prayer and teaching.

I was to lead the service, welcome the people and then introduce and welcome the speaker.

When the night arrived the place was buzzing and even though I would not normally go out late on a Saturday night because of getting totally prepared for services in my own church┬áthe next day, I’d made an exception.

There wasn’t a spare seat in the place as I stood to welcome people from all over the area and then lead them into a time of worship. I was seated on the front row with my brother in law and several other church leaders, as we listened to the well seasoned and much loved speaker. Expecting the event to finish at around 9.30 at the latest, I was getting agitated as it was now approaching ten o’clock with no sign of ending soon. At around 10.15, the speaker started to wrap things up and then announced he would like to pray for people at the front. Time just kept rolling by and so I turned to my brother in law and said that I wanted to make a quick exit when people started to come to the front, as it would be less inconspicuous.

The plan worked a dream and we darted out a fire exit with no one knowing that we had even left.

It wasn’t until the next day that I received a phone call from a friend to let me know what had happened after we had left. Apparently the service was almost at the end when the speaker asked me come back to the stage to pray and conclude the night. As I didn’t appear after an embarrassing silence, someone shouted out…’he’s gone home!’

All 800 people now knew that I had rudely taken off for bed. I felt humiliated to say the least.

It’s a funny story now, but I can assure you that it took me quite a time to get over it.

My story is a painful reminder to each of us of what it feels like when you exit something prematurely.

Sometimes we exit relationships too early and sometimes with more serious consequences, we exit our dreams too early. Quitting never happens when things are going great, but the temptation is always there to quit when we don’t like the season we are in.

I’ve wanted to quit a number of times over the years when things got difficult, but I never have and I never will. That event from all those years ago helped to teach me that the dishonour of quitting early is far more costly than going through the temporary pain of staying the course.

Whatever pain you may be facing right now, I implore you not to quit.

Don’t quit on your marriage, your church, your team, your family and especially don’t quit on your dreams.

God has placed a dream within so that you can be a world changer. He is relying on you today to hold fast to the course and see your dream fulfilled; not only that, there are people waiting for your dream to be fulfilled, so that their lives can be changed too.

Don’t be a quitter…be a conqueror.

Habakkuk 2:3 For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay.

Pastor Mark

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