Over the years in ministry I’ve found myself in some awkward situations. From having a woman at a funeral home lift her skirt to show me her “scar,” to having someone pull a gun on me during counseling, to patting a baby’s head only to discover the baby was breast feeding. Should I go on? Oh yes, there was the night the state police showed up at my door to inform me a lady had been murdered and the only thing she had on her was my name and phone number. And who could forget the night I drug a girl out of a crack house at 2 am in the morning. I feel like I’ve experienced just about everything.
However, last Sunday, while in India, I once again experienced the unexpected.
On Saturday night I reluctantly agree to speak at a church the next morning. To be honest I was looking forward to just worshiping at a church and soaking in their culture, but I wanted to respect our hosts so I agreed to speak.
I didn’t ask any questions but was still a bit surprised when we showed up at an Anglican church. You have to remember I grew up Baptist. I’ve never been in an Anglican church in my life!
Five minutes later someone is putting a robe on me and I find myself walking down the aisle behind two priest and a man carrying a very large cross.
As we walked down the church aisle I quickly made eye contact with my friends and mouthed “I have no idea what I’m doing.” It crossed my mind more than once during the service that I might be on some kind of prank TV show.
It turned out to be a beautiful worship service. I simply followed whatever the other priest did. When he bowed, I bowed. When he motioned with his hands, I motioned my hands. When he stood up, I stood up.
This was one beautifully awkward moment I didn’t mind being caught on camera.





















