A Small Church Blessed Me Last Night
Last night, my right hand man, Andy Wilson, drove me to Fort Smith, Arkansas, to preach at the Rye Hill Baptist Church. They have been having revival services since Sunday morning, asking different preachers to come nightly. I had the joy of ending their services for the week. I preached on “The Coming Global Storm.” I am so grateful for Pastor Mike Franklin who invited me to come.
You see folks, my roots were in a church much smaller than the Rye Hill Church. I mean, Rye Hill is growing and reaching way over 200 people weekly. The church I grew up in touched about 30-40 people weekly. Those are my roots. So last night was refreshing.
Graciousness filled the house, gratefulness rolled from their lips, and glory fell when the invitation was given. Yes, it was a great blessing to be with Pastor Mike and his growing church. Have you been to a church like this before? I grew up in one, and was pastor of at least a couple of them before I came here. You say, “What do you mean Ronnie?”
At the end of the service, I was asked to stand down front and let the people come by and thank me for my ministry of the Word of God to them. Yes, I was blessed with their words and by their actions. You see folks, that great growing church is on its way to continual growth. Treat people right, people will come.
Let me make it real clear friends, I do not like terms like “small church” or “large church.” They trouble me greatly. God is not into big or small, but into vision. He is committed to people with vision, churches with vision, and leaders with vision. What really matters is not the size of your church, but the size of your vision.
Thank God for men like Pastor Mike Franklin and churches like the Rye Hill Baptist Church.





Right beside my blog today is a picture from Easter Sunday with our only granddaughter, Reese Caroline. She is Nick and Meredith’s only child. Is she not precious? What a beautiful little sweetie.



