Got to hang out with the infamous “Art” last night. He’s the same guy I use in some of my sermons who snuck up on a guy in a movie theater bathroom, while the dude was, er, preocupied at “the wall.” Art grabbed the dude’s shoulders from behind, shook him like a rag doll and scared the living snot (and more) out of this poor AMC movie watcher. Art thought the dude was me. He had the same hair, same shirt style, etc. Meanwhile I was in the stall just a few feet away, rather preoccupied myself, watching the whole crazy episode unfold.
I don’t know if I have ever laughed that hard since.
That was like twenty years ago but will forever be etched in my mind as the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. I could have stopped him before he got to the guy but decided to let nature take its course…so that I could have a killer sermon illustration.
Last night Art and I went out to dinner and then went on to see the movie Cloverfield. I tried to avoid going to the bathroom for obvious reasons.
While the movie is a rock-em-sock-em monster movie it was nothing compared to listening to Art share his crazy experiences in Iraq over dinner. Near death, close calls, whizzing bullets by the temple (the brain bucket not the worship center), IED’s blowing his truck up, etc, etc, etc.
Art also shared with me many of the powerful witnessing opportunities God gave to him while he was there. Guess what his primary tool was? The GOSPEL Journey