Dropping Bombs

After High School, I joined a leadership program called The Master’s Commission. While at our annual MC Conference, a buddy of mine was leading a prayer gathering before the meeting began. In an attempt to lead a passionate declaration for faith and expectation, my friend meant to say “God, set our hearts on fire,” but in the passion of the moment, his prayer came out, “God, set our farts on fire!” Realizing what he said, but not wanting to correct himself, he moved on with the rest of his prayer while those in the prayer gathering amened and agreed with his request for fueled farts.

As funny as this story is, I think God has unfortunately had to answer it. How do I know this to be true? Well, have you ever been in a prayer circle or a close group of people worshipping and you are trying to focus when all of the sudden, it hits you. That aroma permeates the room and you realize something definitely not-of-God just entered. Trying to not act suspicious or embarrassed, you close your eyes, squeeze the hand of your partner a little lighter, and amen a little louder. Anyone who shifts randomly or suddenly leaves the group instantly receives the blame, so you stand a little longer.

This my friends is the Christian Prayer Circle and the Weapon of Mass Destruction: Silent Bombs. So, do yourself a favor. If God’s about to set your fart on fire, don’t let it bless your neighbor. It won’t. We who stand next to you, behind you in worship, or holding your hand in prayer, are grateful for your strength to resist and release you to go write a letter to Dear John…this one won’t be a Nicholas Sparks novel though and we are fine with that.