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Chapter 37. The Bus Ministry Church

June 30, 2010

The Bus Ministry Church

The middle-aged guest at the dinner table was well respected for his passion for souls. He was an anointed preacher who knew first hand about Home Missions. He had been there.

Bro. ‘Thompson’ looked across the table at his young, 30-something hosts. He had been invited to preach their church anniversary service. Although he didn’t really know the young pastor, he was glad he had accepted the invitation. He liked what he saw in them.

The food was delicious; the conversation was comfortable and light. Realizing he didn’t know much about the young pastor or his wife, Bro. Thompson began to inquire.

“Where did you get the Holy Ghost? Whose church are you out of?” He said looking at the younger man.

When the pastor finished telling about his Pentecostal heritage, Bro. Thompson was all smiles because he knew the young man’s pastor and rich background.

Turning to the young wife, he asked, “And where did you get the Holy Ghost? Whose church are you out of?”

What he heard was unbelievable. It was totally unexpected. He was stunned. His eyes widened while his mind raced to fill in missing pieces.

“I got the Holy Ghost in your church, Bro. Thompson!”

“In my church?” He responded in disbelief.

He apologized for not remembering her. When he asked what her last name was, it didn’t ring a bell either.

“Oh, don’t feel bad, she consoled him. There’s no way you could remember me. My parents never came to church and still don’t. I was only eight years old and rode the Sunday School bus to church. I never came into the auditorium. I just went straight to my class and then got back on the bus and went home.

“I got the Holy Ghost in Sunday School. I came for almost two years. When I was about ten years old, my parents moved to another state. My Sunday School teacher helped me find a Pentecostal church in the new town and arranged for me to get a ride to church.

“When I graduated from High School, I went to Bible School and that’s where my husband and I met. The rest, as they say, is history.

“Oh… and thank you for having a Bus Ministry. If you hadn’t had a Bus Ministry, I would never have been here! I would have never received the Holy Ghost.”

Tears welled up in Bro. Thompson’s eyes.

This Too is Home Missions!

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Mike Estevez permalink
    June 30, 2010 2:58 pm

    God is great! I too am a testimony of this! I was 15 when the church bus picked me up for the first time! I didn’t have any family In church, and if it had not been for the bus ministry I would most likely still be in the world. Today I am 23 years old and still holding on to Jesus! Blessed with a wonderful wife and 10 month old baby girl. I am so grateful for the bus ministry!

  2. Daniel King permalink
    July 2, 2010 3:43 pm

    Amazing! God works so wonderfully behind the scenes! I’m in the bus ministry in my church and its stories like this that make everything worth it.

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