A young man stepped to the podium to sing a solo in the morning service. I sat there on the front row, and along with the congregation, awaited a song that would cause us to look heavenward. Oh boy! The music was in one key and he was in another. He left the music way behind and nothing fit together. Instead of causing us to be lifted heavenward, we all wished he would hurry and finish, which he did, way before the background music!
In a conversation I learned that the man loved to sing but was tone death. He wanted us to be receptive but the wrong tone killed the whole thing. The problem was not the message but the tone. Tone has to do with using different elements: volume, speed, pitch of voice, body language and gestures, etc., to name a few.
We are in a time when we have to boldly stand for truth. BOLDLY! I refuse to accept what the Bible does not accept. I understand everyone is not going to like my stand or agree with me. What I don’t want to do is add fuel to the fire by my tone. We live in a time of too much anger and hostility. Couples scream and yell at each other. Politicians berate one another. Christians “tell each other off”. Facebook posts are often rudely stated. People are quick to give the middle finger of fellowship. Parents declare that the only way their children will listen is if they yell. (By the way, that is only true if you conditioned them that way.) God is saying to sing in one key, yet we often we sing in whatever key we want. We have a tone problem.
I don’t want to be an angry, ugly, red-faced, condescending, name-calling, arrogant child of God. I want to stand boldly for God. I want to have the best relationships I can. I want to be a good communicator of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I might be rejected but I don’t want it to be because of my tone. I want to set the right tone. How about you?
While on a ministry trip to Ohio, I spent three nights in a hotel. My schedule made it necessary to arise and shine early each morning! I would go down to the breakfast room at 5:30 to get my anointed cup of coffee and read over my message. There were two women who stocked the breakfast area, and they told me their day started at 4:30. As I watched hotel guests eating breakfast, very little thought seemed to be given to these women. It was not a “limelight” job.
Last week was a whirlwind week for the Bentons. Gaylon and I drove about four hundred miles to Baton Rouge to see our daughter-in-law Alica receive her Ph. D. We would not dream of missing this great accomplishment. We returned home on Friday night, and left Saturday morning to travel more than four hundred miles to Hickory, NC, for a ministry engagement, and we would also see our grandson Tucker. We got back at 10:30 Sunday night. We drove seventeen hundred miles over four-and-a-half days.
Is Easter over? I mean it is the day after – it is Monday. We’ve packed our churches, hunted Easter eggs, sliced the ham, eaten Cadbury eggs, dressed in vibrant colors, and hailed the resurrection of the Lord as the greatest day in the history of the Church and the world. For many Easter is now over, and it’s time move to the next thing.

In July of 2017 I missed the bottom stair of a set of stairs and went sailing through the air. Since I had an audience of five, my pride was definitely hurt, but that was nothing compared to the physical injury. I had a severely broken ankle, tibia and big toe. How I wanted to bounce right back up from that floor and continue my day! That was not to be.