The tech guys are once again telling me it is a good way to spread the Gospel. Once again I am skeptical. Twenty-five years ago they talked my little church into buying a satellite dish. It cluttered the church landscape and created a seven thousand dollar debt. The city did not scramble to listen to a talking head behind a mike a thousand miles away.
The young adults in the church didn’t buy the rhetoric. As the dish gathered rust they decided to try living their faith. The dish was not a substitute for rubbing shoulders with people. They invited me to go along for the ride.
In one month they had revitalized the city food bank. They filled the shelves with good food and painted the walls inside and outside. They became acquainted with the heartbeat of the city. The media came. The hungry came. Project after project made an impact.
It was easy for the ministers of the city to choose a place to hold the community Thanksgiving service. The little church where the young adults worshipped was packed. Folding chairs in the aisles and in the foyer amazed the members. This had never happened before. What a contrast. A rusting dish and a living faith.