Every One A Chance To Hear

Our church has joined forces with about 350-400 local churches in the Metro Detroit area. The reason we have all joined together is E.A.C.H. Everyone A Chance To Hear.

Our small group has been doing a 6 week training booklet. Their stated goal?  Training our people to be ambassadors for Christ in their world. In our world. In the place where we live. However that looks for each of us.

Maybe it’s the conversations with others where you work, or where you go to school, possibly talking to the cashier that you see every week at Meijer, interacting with the parents you come in contact with at all sorts of parentally attended of events. Your neighbors, friends, relatives, someone who has recently entered your orbit.

I took this from the website:

Mission Statement: Working together as a body of believers, we will give everyone in the Metropolitan Detroit area a chance to take the next step in their journey toward Jesus.

The title of the workbook is The (Second) Greatest Story Ever Told. On the back it asks the question what IS the second greatest story ever told? And the answer is: YOURS.

The training is to get you to share your faith. To be yourself and be intentional about asking folks about their story, and sharing your story with them. Building relationships and having conversations. Learning about each other.

I like this approach. It seems conversational, relational. Natural.

When I was growing up, they had something called “calling “ every Monday night at our church. “Calling” was a few people going to “call on” someone who had visited Sunday school the previous Sunday. Kind of a personal welcome committee. You usually went with an adult and a couple kids your own age. It was literally a way to get your foot in the door to talk about salvation.

In my experience, this was always an awkward situation. It felt staged. It felt like an ambush. It felt unnatural. Sometimes, it felt unsafe. I don’t think I ever saw it achieve the desired, well intentioned, effect. No one was ever glad to see us coming, the kids wished they were somewhere else, I could not wait to get out of there.

After Honey and I were married, we shopped around for a home church. Some of those churches had “calling”. I can still remember turning out the lights, sitting in the semi-dark, and pretending we weren’t home until after “calling “ would be over!!! We just wanted to visit the church! It got to the point where we wouldn’t fill out any cards when we visited. No address, or phone numbers allowed.

I know that all these things were meant to further the kingdom of God. To make folks feel welcome, to save souls, but even as a kid, I felt there had to be a better way.

For many years, sharing my faith was not on my radar. It just wasn’t where I was, spiritually. Plus, I had that really bad taste in my mouth from the “calling” years. I felt there had to another way, but I hadn’t been introduced to it yet.

Eventually, Honey and I learned another way. A way that seemed doable. It was simple. It was relational.  Just share what Jesus has done for you, in your life.

Then He gave us plenty of circumstances to put it in action. And He gave those who knew us the opportunity to put their faith in action.

The Boy’s diagnosis, treatment, and resolution of his chronic ITP put us into contact with many people who were struggling with diagnoses of their own. Many doctors, nurses, all sorts of people in our every day lives that had many questions for us on how we were handling this sudden turn of events. God provided the people, and He provided the words to share. Words of hope, and comfort, how He was using the hands and feet of other Believers to help us in the journey. How we had the assurance that He was watching over The Boy, endearing him to those whose care he was under. It was easy to share about the good things God was doing in our lives.

Then came the car accident. It was a bleak, hard time in our lives. Unimaginable heartache and pain, for Abby to endure, and for us to manage. But from the very beginning, God was there. Every minute, every step, every encounter had God’s fingerprints clearly imprinted. When I look back, there is a thread of faithfulness running all through that terrible time. God’s faithfulness, His care and compassion on us. And once again, we had opportunity to share. With neighbors, parents and staff from school, doctors, nurses, and therapists, friends and family. All we had to do was confess that we could not have managed this on our own. Turning it over to the Lord was the easier way. Bearing that burden alone would have been the end of us. Once again, He sent people to help us, to lift us up in prayer. To carry us when we could not do for ourselves.

Not all of our stories are so dramatic. Some are practical, some are easy, and some are funny. It’s always easy to share about what God is doing in your life right now. While it’s fresh in your mind. In my mind, fresh is good!

That is what EACH is about. Just sharing YOUR story of faith and hope with people, through your words and your deeds. With the people God brings across your path. You don’t even have to go calling!



  1. caprilis said,

    April 18, 2011 at 6:03 AM

    And your chosen way to share your faith was and IS my inspiration.
    Heavy handed, ‘foot in the door’ techniques always had the opposite of the desired effect.

  2. deb said,

    April 18, 2011 at 6:13 AM

    Yes, I agree with Lis! Funny you talk about this today because I just read something very similiar here on our Daily Bread: http://odb.org/2011/04/18/the-purpose-of-god%e2%80%99s-goodness/

    • caprik said,

      April 18, 2011 at 6:32 AM

      That’s IT exactly!
      Since we have been doing this study, the message has popped up everywhere! Our BSF study in Isaiah has been running through it too! Isn’t that just like God?

  3. Nan C said,

    April 18, 2011 at 8:11 AM

    All well said, Caprik. 🙂 God is faithful all the time.

  4. caprik said,

    April 18, 2011 at 8:47 AM

    He is indeed.
    Thank you for being some of God’s hands and feet!

  5. April 18, 2011 at 11:23 AM

    I remember those “calling” days…..it seems downright rude now. Thank you for pointing out ways to share in a “natural”, much more effective way. You certainly have inspired me.

  6. Cindy Stratton said,

    April 18, 2011 at 2:30 PM

    I think that is fantastic! Oh how I remember Monday night calling at Temple — I can still taste that roast beef! And you’re right – it was awkward alot of the time and I’m sure the people being “called” on did feel like they were being ambushed. Oh and the fear of riding with Jean Stephenson who never really took her foot off the brake! ha ha ha ha

  7. tammy said,

    April 18, 2011 at 8:16 PM

    Thank you Miss CapriKel….and a big Amen from my husband.

  8. Becki said,

    April 19, 2011 at 9:41 PM

    Oh the memories of Monday night “calling”. I’m with Cindy, loved the when those ladies made roast beef for dinner. Yummo! Actually, everything they made was delicious as I remember. I agree that the relational way to share faith is far more effective these days it seems. “Calling” was for a different time and era. As for it’s effectiveness, it is hard to say. That can only be answered in Heaven one day for even if only one soul was saved as a result it would still be worth it I would think. I have other memories of “calling”… ditching it and heading over to Big Boy for a hot fudge cake or some fries. Surprisingly, I don’t remember ever getting caught. 🙂

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