07/07/2026
Thirteen years ago today, I was traveling from Mexico to Georgia, where I was scheduled to preach the following Sunday. On Friday evening, I stopped for the night in Lafayette, Louisiana.
I had been driving most of the day, but I didnโt want to spend the evening sitting in a hotel room. I started looking for a church that might be holding a revival service. I drove around for a while until I finally saw a church with a parking lot full of cars.
โThis must be it,โ I thought.
I pulled in, parked, and walked toward the building. A lady met me at the door and asked, โCan I help you?โ
I told her, โIโm looking for the church thatโs praying for revival.โ
She looked at me and said matter-of-factly, โThatโs not us. Maybe itโs the church down the road.โ
I was a little surprised. I looked back at all the cars in the parking lot and said, โWell, I noticed all the cars. Is there a service or a class I could attend?โ
โNo,โ she said. โWeโre having meetings for those preparing to go to Christian youth camp.โ
So I asked, โCould I speak to the pastor?โ
Again, the answer was no.
โHeโs on vacation.โ
I thanked her, turned around, and walked back across the parking lot.
When I reached my car, I stopped.
I had been driving around Lafayette looking for a church that was praying for revival. But standing there beside my car, it occurred to me that revival is always easy to pray for somewhere else. It is easy to ask God to revive a church, a city, a nationโor somebody else.
So I stood beside my car in that church parking lot and prayed for revival.
But this time, I asked God to begin with me.
This Sunday morning, I will stand to preach again, just as I was preparing to do thirteen years ago. And my prayer is still the same: that God would pour out His Spirit on those who hear, that He would put His words in my mouth, that He would give us ears to hearโ
๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ผ๐ป๐ด ๐๐, ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ด๐ถ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป ๐บ๐ฒ.
Pastor Mike Richardson
Oglethorpe Baptist Church