My wife can sleep anywhere at any time. It makes me mad because I am a terrible sleeper. I can be exhausted, and just as I begin to drift away into blissful dreamland … BAM! Some stupid thought slams into my brain and plagues me the rest of the night. One of our researchers and experts, Dr. Michael Scullin, discovered something that works — a DIY thing to help you go to sleep quicker. Today, he shared his findings on KWTX in Waco. Two things excite me about this: 1) Another Baylor expert was interviewed on live TV, sharing his knowledge, and 2) these tips are so practical. Now, I just need to give it a try.
If you fail to give your audience a “next step” — aka a call to action — then you’ve wasted an opportunity.
What does a call to action look or sound like?
“Sign up for our newsletter.”
“Join us for lunch. Our treat!”
“Send us your questions.”
“Be our guest.”
When people engage with you or your organization, what’s their next step?
God sent the Holy Spirit to open our eyes to others and equip us to meet their needs.
Maybe it’s something simple like giving a few dollars for a hamburger. Maybe it’s changing a tire. Or leading someone to Christ. Maybe it’s a healing.
We see a beautiful example of this in Acts 3 when Peter and John encounter the crippled beggar at the Temple gate.
Here are 6 steps Peter and John take to minister to this man and ultimately change his life. Continue reading “6 steps to meet needs and minister to others”
In February 2003, members of Westboro Baptist Church threatened to travel to Springfield, Mo. to protest the production of “The Laramie Project,” a play about the murder of Mathew Shepard.
There was a small group of local protesters who gathered, and they were prepared to counter the Westboro congregants — who failed to show.
I was a reporter for The Springfield News-Leader and was assigned to the story.
I called the Kansas-based church and spoke to Timothy Phelps, youngest son of the church’s founder, Fred Phelps. Interestingly, in addition to the interview, Timothy and I had a side conversation about the church’s beliefs — particularly its view that God hates gay men and women.
I was still a fairly young Christian, but I surprised myself by getting heated — shedding briefly my objective approach and waging a small battle about what I believed (and know) to be the group’s false message about God. I don’t remember the entirety of the conversation, but I do remember using Jacob and Esau as an example in some way. It was a frustrating conversation. And, obviously, I wasn’t very persuasive.
I didn’t realize at that time how notorious Westboro was and how notorious they would become. Today, I teach a class on Law and Ethics of Journalism and we always discuss Snyder vs. Phelps, the Supreme Court case which upheld Westboro’s First Amendment right to conduct their hate-filled protests. The classroom debates about the case are always passionate — and they should be.
Honestly, I cringed when I clipped this article from Newspapers.com and reread Timothy Phelps’ quote:
“Of course we preach hate…You can’t preach the Bible without preaching hate. … You can’t talk about God Almighty without talking about all of his attributes.”
Phelps is wrong. Westboro is wrong. God is love. And it’s my right to write it.
I remember the moment Christ became real to me.
It was a Sunday morning. I was in college. And a friend of mine dragged me to a church service — one unlike any that I’d ever experienced.
I grew up Catholic, and the church I was used to was pretty traditional. This service that my friend dragged me to was weird.
We were in a gym on campus. People were rocking out to a band. College kids were jumping and singing and clapping to songs about Jesus. It was loud, goofy looking, and I was not impressed.
I stood there with my arms crossed, a frown on my face, and mad as hell at my friend for dragging me there.
This was the first time I’d ever heard anyone other than a Catholic priest deliver a sermon. I drowned the speaker out with angry thoughts and hatred for having to be there.
But then something happened. Continue reading “The moment Christ became real to me”