I'm going to tell everyone about a Spirit Filled Church. This is significant, because I've always been a "non-clerical" Christian, who doesn't believe in "organized" religion in principle. As a rule, I think people in general tend to mess up everything they touch, especially when they get organized. So "organized religion" sounds like an oxymoron to me, like "military-intelligence", or "political-freedom".
Anyway, it's several years after Hurricane Katrina.. I'm unemployed and homeless and walking from New Orleans to Baton Rouge, Louisiana where I have enough money to catch a Greyhound bus to Houston, Texas. About twenty miles this side of Baton Rouge, at 3 AM in the morning I'm walking down the side of the road through a small town. I'm exhausted and hungry. I look and I'm astonished to see the doors of a church standing wide open with the lights on. I needed to refill my water bottles, so I walked up to the door and holler inside. Honestly I was a little spooked, because I half expected to find someone lying dead on the floor of a heart attack, or something worse.
That's a beautiful story - thanks for sharing. What a special memory and experience.
A minister fella steps to the door and invites me inside. I was carrying a backpack and pretty smelly, so I know I must have been a pretty scary sight at 3 AM in the morning, and yet he looks happy to see me. I ask him, "Why are you here at 3 AM" ?! He answers, "This is God's house, and he didn't tell me to close the doors", "I'm just a minister here".
He asked me next if I needed anything, and I told him I could use a couple hours of sleep. He got a blanket and showed me a spot inside on the floor where I could rest. When I awoke, there was a sandwich on a plate sitting on the floor next to me with a can of coke. He appears again and asks if I need any money. I explained I had enough to catch a bus in Baton Rouge. He says, "Wait a minute, I've got an idea".. He returns and says "Let's go".. I asked him, "What are we doing" ? He replied "I've got a car, and God just told me to lock the Church doors and drive you to Baton Rouge".
Funny thing was, I don't remember the name of the church, or what denomination it was, because he never spoke about any of that. When we reached the bus terminal, I quickly gathered my gear out of the car, thanked the minister for the help, and started walking toward the door of the bus station. I stopped, turned around, looked at him and said, "There really is a God, isn't there" ? He said, "Of course there is".
To this day, I don't recall the name of the church, or the minister's name,.. but I do distinctly remember having visited a "Spirit Filled Church" in a small town in Louisiana at 3 AM in the morning in November 2009.
"A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another, even as I have loved you" (John 13:34, NAS).