The problem is that we are not reaching them! We are inspired for a short time by a message or book and we even shed tears, but our burden is short lived many times and we go back to life as it was before.If we are going to see the revival we desire so much, then life can never go back as it has ever been before. There must be a change in our hearts before there will be a change in our actions. That change is driven by a burden that was born in an altar.
By David S McKemy
I was heading to the airport to fly to Newfoundland when a traffic accident caused a long delay on Atlanta’s I-285 loop. After getting through the slow grid of traffic, I arrived twenty minutes before flight time. I realized at this point I would miss my flight. After checking my luggage, I was told to go on to the gate. I was somewhat reluctant, knowing how strict the airlines are about flight times. But I proceeded to the security checkpoint and onto the train to the international terminal. I know the Atlanta airport well, but it doesn’t help much if you’re in a time crunch. It’s still going to take a little while to get where you want to go.
Walking up to the gate, I noticed the door to the jet-way was shut which meant the flight was closed. The gate agent asked me if my name was David McKemy, and I told her it was. She smiled and told me the plane had not left yet and opened the door to the jet-way. She told me to go ahead and board the aircraft.
Walking on board, I was immediately approached by a flight attendant who asked me if I was David McKemy. I told her I was. She said, “Good-we can leave now.” She phoned the cockpit and told the crew we were cleared to leave. I was shocked and asked her if they were waiting on me? She gave me a big smile and said, “Yes, we were.”
The young lady seated next to me was blind. She was twenty-one, and she was going to Canada on vacation. She asked me who I was and if I was a politician or a celebrity of some kind. I assured her I was just a normal person. She told me how they announced over the speaker that they’ were waiting on me. She figured I had to fit in one of the categories.
She began to ask all kinds of questions. She even asked me why 1 was going to Canada. I explained that 1 was a minister and was preaching a meeting in Newfoundland. She asked what denomination I was. I told her I was Pentecostal. She asked me if I was “Apostolic.” I told her that I was. My mind started reeling. I figure if they can pronounce Apostolic or if they bring it up themselves it’s usually because they are one or have been one.
She then asked if I was United Pentecostal and I said that I was. I asked her if she attended one of our churches, and she paused a moment explaining that she used to but was no longer going.
She began to unfold a sad story of a church she attended and how she had been injured. There was no guile or bitterness. It sounded like she had slipped through the cracks, and nobody was there to find her. I asked her if 1 could say something as she continued her story. I said, “I want to apologize to you on behalf of all of my brethren and Apostolics across the country. If we failed you and let you down, I am asking you to forgive us.” She began to cry. 1 continued, “But the message is still the same. The doctrine is still right. The message has not changed. It’s still the word of cod.”
We talked the whole way to Toronto, and once again she burst into tears. She told me she realized how much Jesus really loved and cared for her.