May 1985 – After hearing from God that we should be at Grace Baptist Church, we started visiting immediately. Baptists call this finding your “home church.” We were about to get us one. Yay!
Grace Baptist was not my first “home church.” I attended First Baptist Church when I was a kid. It was “the church” if you were somebody. Our family did not fit the social category, but we wanted to be what those good Christian folks were. From my perspective, the Deacon’s kids had good weed, so I loved that church.
By the time I was ten or eleven, I stopped the church scene. My mother was the impetus behind us going since my dad was a drunk. But she could no longer manage us. We were on our own, living in the illusionary world of self-reliance before the pre-teen years.
I did attend Tabernacle Baptist Church a few times, the flagship fundamentalist church in the area. I’m not sure why that happened, though I think my brother was dating a girl who was an attendee.
Then I went to another fundamentalist church because Archie and Ann—the couple that worked at Judd’s Restaurant where I bused tables—attended that church. I started my “Judd’s career” at twelve, and wanted to fit in with the others, and they were good churchgoing folks too when they weren’t stealing food from Judd (the owner) during the week.
It’s Revival Week
When we began attending Grace Baptist Church, now that God had regenerated me, they were preparing for revival week. It sounded cool. Don Fitch and the “Singing Fitch Family” was there all week. In the Independent Baptist circles, they have what they call revival meetings. They aren’t revivals in the purest sense of the word.
They snatched the word from a bygone era when there were revivals in America and Europe. The so-called “revivals” of today are a quiet echo of a long-gone reality. It’s more symbolism than substance though the stalwarts feel good about them.
I’ve never been part of a legitimate revival. Nevertheless, it was revival week, praise God! And the Singing Fitch Family was doing the honors. Don and his family toured mostly the south in a large bus, serving small local churches.
Don was preaching on Sunday morning. His prop statement was that if any of us had any known sin in our lives, there would be no revival that week. (Which may explain why there has not been a revival in nearly one-hundred years.)
He said that any sin in our lives would “hold back the hand of God” and revival would not come. Oh, my! It was clear that if revival didn’t happen, it would have been my fault. I had known sin in my life. I took his message to heart and knew that God was speaking directly to me, through this man.
I had only been a Christian for a few months, and I had been listening to rock music all my life. As Paul said in Ephesians 4:22,
Put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires.
Shazam! I had a “former manner of life,” and I brought it into my Christian experience. And now I’m at one of the first crossroads in my young Christian experience. Was I going to obey God or continue living my pagan lifestyle? Oh, how powerful the conviction from the Lord for listening to rock and roll.
My mind immediately went to my extensive collection of classic rock albums. What would I do? The Lord put His finger on my sin, and it was on me as to whether Grace Baptist Church would experience a revival that week.
To be continued.