December 10, 2013
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There was a Bible College in the city where I was living forty years ago. At that particular time, there was an emphasis in this school on overcoming the inhibitions that would prevent one from freely following the leading of the Holy Spirit. At least that was the intention. A lady in the church my wife and I attended at the time talked about how this emphasis of the college was leading her young brother to act in a rude and pushy way, without much consideration of others.
I was working the afternoon shift in the Post Office, sorting the mail that came in on trucks from the city, rural towns and on semis from across the country. The Assistant Postmaster’s son was a student at this college and had been hired as a temporary summer worker.
One evening, I went to the lunchroom as the same time as a lady who was another recent hire. All I knew about her was her name and that she was Roman Catholic. There was no one else in the lunchroom as we sat down and opened our lunches.
“He told me I looked like a horse!”
“Huh?” was the most intelligent response I could come up with.
“That young man. He looked at me and he said ‘You look like a horse.'”
She was obviously hurt. This time I couldn’t come up with any response, intelligent or otherwise. Tact had evidently become a casualty of the college’s quest for spiritual liberty.
“He’s going to Bible College. What are they teaching him there? Why is he going to Bible College? Does he want to be a missionary or something?”
We talked a little about what had happened and agreed that it did not appear that this young man was learning any skills that would be useful on a mission field.
I hope she was somewhat comforted by my sympathy, because this lady had been hurt by a young man who really had no clue of how a Christian should relate to others. Saying the first stupid thing that pops into one’s head is not the same as the free leading of the Holy Spirit.