As I stood on stage, waiting for the cue to step forward to introduce myself, my son leaned toward me and chuckled into my ear, “You’re not going to be able to reach the mic.”
I smothered a smile. I had been studying the mic myself and knew that, though I should be able to reach it, they definitely hadn’t considered my being vertically-challenged when they set it up.
Being the first missionary in line, I smiled, stepped forward and began my introduction. Comic relief came to the rescue. If there had been any formality before, it melted into oblivion.
That was the Wednesday evening kick-off to a great five-day Missions Conference at Second Baptist Church in Auburn, NY. Workshops, a missions prayer breakfast, a carry-in dinner and more filled those five days. Opportunities to hear and to share of the work the Lord is doing around the world were plenteous—as were special times of fellowship with the church family. It was an overall great conference.
Sunday was the final day of the conference. As I stepped forward to begin the round of introductions once more, I noticed that care had been taken to remedy Wednesday’s problematic mic. With some humorous remarks, a mic was handed to me. Considering this was my home church, with staff I continue to work with on a daily basis, the friendly jibes were not much of a surprise. 🙂