In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. (I Thessalonians 5:18)
More than thirty years ago, God used a time of turmoil to bring a Thanksgiving revival into my life. It happened like this.
From my sophomore year of high school, I committed to attend Fairhaven Baptist College to prepare for the ministry. Our church did a lot with Fairhaven, but my pastor was a graduate of Hyles-Anderson College, and we also did a lot in Hammond.
I graduated from high school in 1989. That summer, Roger Voegtlin preached his now-famous sermon, “Why I am not 100% for Jack Hyles.” My parents had me listen to a recording of that sermon and then told me that they thought Dr. Voegtlin was wrong to preach it and asked me not to attend college there.
I was happy to comply. I loved my freshman year at Hyles and developed enough loyalty to Hyles that Fairhaven became public enemy number one. But at the end of that year, my pastor had me listen to the Paula Hyles tapes. Those tapes turned my world upside down. They confirmed the truth of the accusations against Jack Hyles. My pastor told me that he and about fourteen other staff members were resigning from their teaching positions. My parents insisted that I not return to Hyles for my second year of college.
That summer, I worked midnights washing dishes at Denny’s Restaurant. I didn’t handle midnights very well. I could hardly stay awake during the day – sometimes, I fell asleep eating breakfast. My work week ran from Tuesday to Saturday night. So, I would work all night Friday night until Saturday morning, shower and go out visiting until the late afternoon on Saturday, sleep a few hours, work overnight Saturday until Sunday morning, shower, and go to church all day Sunday. Needless to say, my spiritual life was a wreck. I couldn’t stay awake to read my Bible or pray, and I couldn’t stay awake in church.
Near the end of that summer, I caught my pastor in an immoral act. He, of course, denied that I was seeing what I was seeing. He played the victim as if I were trying to destroy his ministry by saying what I saw him doing.
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