Mark 6:34 – When He went ashore He saw a great crowd, and He had compassion on them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd. And He began to teach them many things.
I was absolutely miserable.
One day a co-worker invited me to her church.
I will never forget that day.
I stood there, tears streaming down my face as my friend lifted her hands and sang. I was right where God wanted me: broken, empty, and defeated. With nowhere to turn but up, I rededicated my life to Christ.
Soon church once a week wasn’t enough, so I investigated Bible studies. Having never attended one, I wasn’t sure where to start, so I asked the girl at the information desk for suggestions.
“Have you ever done one of Beth Moore’s studies?”
“Um, no. Is she good?”
“Oh, you’ll love her! The class starts next week, so let’s get you signed up.”
I filled out a form, gave her my check, and three days later walked timidly into my very first Bible study -“A Heart Like His: Seeking the Heart of God Through a Study of David.”
Not sure what to do, I walked up to the petite brunette who seemed to be in charge.
“Excuse me, are you Beth Moore?”
How sweet of her, not to ridicule me. The girl, named Tianne, smiled as she introduced herself.
“The Bible study is a video,” she kindly explained. “Trust me, you’ll really like it.”
I didn’t just like it.
I was absolutely blown away.
Fourteen years later, I serve as a morning show co-host on a Christian radio station. I am a frustrated wanna-be-seminary student. I read commentaries and concordances for fun, and get grumpy when I don’t have my “quiet-time” with Jesus.
I totally blame Beth Moore.
Fast forward to February 21st, 2014.
My friend Amanda and I loaded up her SUV and turned south on I-45 to Houston.
Destination: Women of Faith (WOF).
Speakers: Beth Moore, Priscilla Shirer, Sheila Walsh, Lisa Harper, and Christine Caine.
Because I work at 90.9 KCBI, the WOF organizers promised me credentials and backstage access to interview the speakers between presentations. Having chatted on-air with Sheila, Priscilla, and Lisa, I was hoping for a quick “hello” and a picture.
We picked up our tickets at will-call, only to discover we had no media passes.
Undaunted, I texted the backstage coordinator (thanks for your help, Dawn) to see if interviews were a possibility.
Everything fell through.
In all honesty, I was fine with it. This wasn’t a rock concert, it was a ministry event. These women were not there to make much of themselves; they were there to make much of God and His Word. We were there, and that was enough.
Or was it?
The next morning we were forty-five minutes into the first session when I decided to try one last time.
Dawn texted me back immediately with the following: “Meet me to left of stage (by camera operator) at the break. We can try for a pic during break with whoever is around. Key is getting to this spot super quick at break. Talent moves quick.”
Say no more.
“Amen” had scarcely left Lisa Harper’s lips when Amanda and I shot out of our seats like a bullet. We made it to stage left at breakneck speed only to discover that Dawn was right. Talent moves quick.
A stern looking gentleman moved swiftly in front of us as we attempted to get their attention.
“Do you have media passes?”
“Um, well, Dawn told me to meet her here to speak to Sheila and Lisa, so…” My voice trailed off uncertainly as I looked to Amanda for help. Finding none, I looked back at the man.
“They have to head to make-up, because this is only a thirty-minute break.”
With that, he turned and strode off.
Amanda and I looked at each other.
“Come on,” I whispered, “and let’s try to look like we’re supposed to be here.”
She graciously took a picture with us before hurrying off to reapply her make-up.
Amanda and I looked around. We were clearly out of place. Everyone else was quietly chatting or snacking from the buffet line, and there we stood, credentials conspicuously absent.
We knew Priscilla Shirer, Lisa Harper, and Christine Caine were signing books, so we turned to leave.
That’s when I saw a flash of blond. (more…)