What a ride, indeed! And I am not even referring to my travel experiences.
The Tulsa Workshop was great. I needed it. The speakers were maybe half of it. The fellowship the other half.
While not growing up in a perfect family, there were three preachers and each one was a joke-teller and occasional cut-up. My family liked to laugh. Laughter helped us through hard times. I feel so bad for the people (Christians or not) who have only met sober, stone-faced preachers who never crack a smile unless they are preaching on hell and damnation.
I am so glad that so many of the crazy preachers I have met online and got to visit with in Tulsa are also Christians who like to laugh and joke. My face physically hurt on numerous occasions after joking and telling stories around a table. I believe years were added to my life. That’s probably the strength that helped me get through another interesting day of travel on Sunday.
But these men aren’t just comics and jokesters. We prayed together. We prayed with total strangers. We encouraged one another in our faith. We worshipped together and learned together. We talked about the great lessons we heard from other godly men we might not know as well.
Tulsa gives me a great picture of a great family that I wish all churches could emulate. Eating together often. Sharing our lives. Serving together. Excited about worship and hearing God’s Word.
I don’t know if I will be back next year, but I will be back at some point.
God bless you all. I can’t wait to see you again. And if there is a rowdy and obnoxious table in Heaven, I can’t wait to see you there, too.
Stay tuned. More Tulsa blogging to come all week.