Today was supposed to be my last day to speak at the Ozark Christian College Bible lectureship, but that was one of several trips I've cancelled through April because of Chris's injuries from the wreck. It's been a few years since I've spoken at OCC, but I love that place. And Ken Idleman is one of the best Christian college presidents I've ever met. You can't believe how many devoted missionaries and church-planters have come from this relatively small campus. Here's what saddens me: I was born and raised 18 miles from that campus, but I didn't know it existed until I was in my late 20s. In the church I grew up in (filled with loving, godly people), we had a slight disagreement on the Independent Christian Churches: some considered them "erring brothers" while others wouldn't go so far as to actually admit they were "brothers." The main issue was instrumental music. If you worshiped with instruments (rather than a cappella -- just a bit of background for those who aren't on the inside of this and can't make any sense of it), you couldn't be the people of God. You've added something to worship, disobeyed God, and therefore are not the people of God. And so I grew up not knowing that 18 miles from me was a vibrant campus filled with Christ-loving people who could have nurtured my faith. I can't help but wonder how the spiritual lives of some of the teens at our church might have ended up much healthier if we'd come under the influence of some of the teachers and students at Ozark Christian. Now, I find this almost a mystery. No matter what you think about instrumental music (check my ipod), being right on that issue does not make you the people of God! No wonder we've cranked out so many spiritual neurotics who wind up scared to death of death. Who wants to face judgment when you believe you had to be right on every matter of biblical interpretation? The funny thing is that we knew better in our hymns. My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness. Nothing in my hands I bring, Simply to the cross I cling. My sin--o the bliss of this glorious thought-- My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross, And I bear it no more! Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord, O my soul. Now I'm so thankful to know what God is doing through these dear brothers and sisters at Ozark Christian College. Tucked away in SW Missouri is a campus that is changing the world. For that, I give God thanks.