Pastor Parris Bailey, Victory Fellowship, Metairie Louisiana, speaks candidly about the struggle of ministry and the revival that brought her back to her first love.
My attendance at a writing critique group unexpectedly ended. I awoke the next morning, perplexed. I had attended the group for years and didn’t want to leave, but I knew that it was time to move on. On the heels of leaving the group, a name kept coming to my attention: Linda Rodriguez.
Linda led a Christian writers group. We connected via Facebook. Her writing group had not been meeting, but she wanted to start again. She revived The Holy Scriptors long enough for me to meet her husband, Pastor David. Before the group disbanded again, I asked David if I could write his profile for NOLA’s faith blog.
I tried to find a mutually agreeable date to meet with Linda and David without success. Linda is a gifted writer, so I asked her to write the article. She consented, and that was the last I heard from her until someone called my name as I walked out of a restaurant. I turned around to see Linda’s smiling face. She had been busy and didn’t think she would have time to write the article.
I asked Pastor David, seated beside her, if he still wanted an article written. He did. I made an appointment to meet at his church office. I didn’t need directions to Christian Fellowship Church. I had attended the church on 5049 Ehret Road when I was a teenager, and it was called Marrero Assembly of God. Shortly before and during the two years I attended Marrero Assembly of God, I had spiritual experiences that are as vivid today as they were in 1973. The church holds a significant place in my heart.
David led me to a room he uses for counseling, and we sat at opposite ends of a long table. For the first time since I started writing about local Christians, I would record a story without coffee machines grinding, music blasting, and the neighboring table’s conversation in the background. But a greater gift than that awaited. Before our conversation ended, David solved a thirty-eight-year-old mystery.
David encountered God in an old-fashioned tent revival, complete with sawdust on the ground. The evangelist brought his fiery message to a close and pleaded for willing hearts to come to the altar.
David looked at his friend seated next to him. “Do you want to go?”
“Do you?” his friend replied.
“I’ll go if you go.”
The boys slipped out of their seats and walked the sawdust trail to the altar. The next thing David remembered was lying flat on his back with a feeling of refreshing flowing over him and a foreign language coming from his mouth, which Pentecostals call “tongues.”
“That experience marked my life,” said David. “From that point on, I knew with certainty that I was God’s child. Then I became a teenager, and the hormones from hell kicked in. When I was fourteen, I decided being a Christian was too hard. I knew I would die and go to hell if I turned away from God, but I figured I’d have a lot of fun before I got there.”
Four years later, David’s fun came to an abrupt end when he stole a car with a friend and found himself staring through the bars of a Georgia jail. The small cell aggravated his claustrophobia, magnifying his suffering. He paced the cell, longing to be free, and then he remembered the prayer of Cain and pleaded for mercy. “Lord, my punishment is greater than I can bear” (Genesis 4:13).
The next day, David called home and told his father what happened. His father replied with calm assurance, “David, the Lord spoke to me. You’re coming home tomorrow.”
“But Dad,” David objected, “I’m five hundred miles from home, and I don’t have money to hire an attorney.” His father stood steadfast on God’s promise. David hung up the phone and was escorted to his cell with little hope of being released. The next day, his friend’s father posted bail for both of them, and the judge ordered them to return in August for sentencing.
David returned to New Orleans and met a girl who introduced him to marijuana. He was experimenting with hallucinogenic drugs when he stood before a Georgia judge for sentencing. David knew God had heard his prayer for mercy when the judge gave them probation instead of a jail sentence, but his gratitude for a lighter punishment was short lived.
The guilt of spurning God’s mercy weighed heavily on David. When he partied with his friends, conviction gripped him. While his friends enjoyed the hallucinations, David often spoiled the party by announcing they were all going to hell and preaching to them. When his girlfriend became pregnant, he married her, but the marriage quickly fell apart. His wife left him and then learned she was pregnant with David’s second son. David lay on his bed and cried out in despair, “God, why is this happening to me?”
He reached for the Bible lying beside him and flipped it open. Proverbs chapter 6 glared at him: “A scoundrel and villain, who goes about with a corrupt mouth, who winks with his eye, signals with his feet and motions with his fingers, who plots evil with deceit in his heart—he always stirs up dissension. Therefore disaster will overtake him in an instant; he will suddenly be destroyed—without remedy” (Proverbs 6:12-15).
“I felt I was reading my life story and God was showing me why he was about to throw me into hell” said David. “I remember dropping on my knees, shaking with fear, and saying, ‘God, I am sorry,’ but I didn’t ask God to forgive me. I chose hell when I was fourteen and thought it was too late. When I stood, I felt a hot pressure and heard a mocking echo in my mind: ‘It’s too late. It’s too late.’”
That evening, David’s father visited him. During the course of their conversation, his father said, “The devil will tell you that you are going crazy.” When David heard those words, the oppression choking him with despair lifted.
David smiled. “It’s easier to appreciate God’s grace when you have tasted his justice. I tell people I got saved in 1970, but that’s not entirely accurate. That afternoon, reading Proverbs, I knew I had crossed the line with God, but he spared me. Instead of giving me the hell I chose, he restored me.”
David reconnected with Jeb, a high school friend who had also committed his life to Christ. On weekends, David and Jeb returned to their old haunt, a local Dairy Queen, and told anyone who would listen that they had found something better than drugs. Jeb’s car was often packed to capacity with teenagers desiring to learn more about Jesus the following Sunday. When David wasn’t sharing his faith in Christ, he worked as an assistant manager for Shakey’s Pizza Parlor and fought for custody of his two children.
Several months after David’s restoration, a woman approached him with a prophecy that she believed was for him. She had felt the unction to speak it during the church service, but being a new Christian, she was reluctant to prophesy publically. She told David, “Thus says the Lord, ‘My son, when I set you free, you are free indeed. I have a work for you that you know nothing of.’”
Shortly after the prophecy, an opportunity for David to become general manager of a Shakey’s Pizza Parlor arose, but David had a dilemma. To become general manager of his own store, he had to reveal that he had a felony conviction. The general manager knew David was on probation, but the owner of the Louisiana franchise did not. David told his probation officer about his predicament. His probation officer called the franchise owner to express the dramatic and positive changes he had seen in David since he was placed on probation.
“The next thing I know, I received a letter from the Atlanta judge complimenting me on how well I have handled myself since the conviction. He had terminated my probation and ordered that my judgment be set aside. My record was cleared, as though it never happened. Then my former wife, who was still on drugs, decided our boys would be better off with me and gave me custody. I rented an apartment in New Orleans East, picked up my sons on Valentine’s Day 1971, and started my job as a general manager of my own store the next day. It was like the hand of God wiped everything clean. Then in the spring of 1972, Jeb told me he was starting a ministry called The House of Living Water, and he wanted me to run it.”
At this point in David’s story, I heard him talking, but I wasn’t listening. My mind was flooded with memories. God had revealed himself to me at The House of Living Water in August 1973. I wondered if David was talking about the same place and struggled to concentrate as he continued his story.
“Jeb and another man planned to fix up a building in old Algiers. I would live at The House of Living Water and run the ministry while they went to Bible College. I was in walking distance from the Shakey’s I managed in New Orleans East. Moving to the west bank meant a twenty-six-mile round trip, but I accepted the position and moved into the building with my sons.”
“What year was this?” I asked.
“1972,” he replied.
The year didn’t fit my experience, but the location did. The place I had encountered the living God was on Opelousas Street in old Algiers. I remembered two things about the preacher whose message led me to accept Christ: he was young and had a beard. I studied David’s face, trying to imagine how he would look with a beard, and listened intently as he continued his story.
“The manager of the Shakey’s on Veterans resigned. I was managing the smallest restaurant in the chain and next in line for the bigger store. The Veteran’s Shakey’s was in disrepair, and I felt like I could grow in New Orleans East. I had already made up my mind to turn it down when the owner of the chain came to talk to me. The owner said, ‘The manager of the Veteran’s store has left, and I want you to take over the Gretna Shakey’s.’ He was an older man. I thought he had a senior moment, so I corrected him. ‘You mean the Veteran Shakey’s.’ Then he corrected me. ‘No, the manager of the Gretna Shakey’s has seniority over you. He wants the Veteran Shakey’s.’ The Gretna Shakey’s was the plum in the chain, the biggest and nicest of all the stores and located minutes away from The House of Living Water. God worked everything out, and I stayed at The House of Living Water until late in 1973—”
“I was saved at The House of Living Water in August 1973,” I exclaimed. “I never knew the preacher’s name, but I remember he was young and had a beard.”
“I had a beard,” said David.
David had more than a beard. He kept a small photo album in his office with pictures from that time in his life. I looked at a picture yellowed with age of a young David with a beard and said, “It was you!”
It’s never too late to say thank you, and I thanked David for his obedience to God that led me to salvation.
What are the odds that the man God used to lead me to Christ would now pastor the first church I attended after my salvation—the same church where God unfolded and confirmed his plan for my life? What are the odds that I would return to Ehret Road thirty-eight years later and learn the identity of “the young preacher with a beard”? The odds are slim, but God’s kindness is great. I walked out of Christian Fellowship knowing God had used me to comfort, encourage, and assure a faithful servant that his labor in the Lord is not in vain.
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On another day, the angels presented themselves to God. God spotted Satan among them and started another conversation with a familiar question. “Where have you come from?” Satan responded with an evasive answer, “From roaming throughout the earth, going back and forth on it.” Satan had recently destroyed Job’s business and killed Job’s servants and children, but he was not satisfied. He continued roaming the earth seeking someone else to devour.
Once again, God directed Satan’s attention to Job. Not only is God’s servant a blameless, upright man who fears God and shuns evil, he maintained his integrity when he lost everything. At this point in the conversation, God accepted the blame for everything Satan did to Job saying, “you incited me against him [Job] to ruin him without any reason.” Other translations say “without cause.”
The Hebrew word translated “without any reason” means gratis. Satan incited God to ruin Job gratis. Satan gained the pleasure he derives from stealing, killing and destroying. God gained nothing from Job’s suffering. He did not consider proving Satan was wrong about Job as an asset to be valued.
Again Satan threw down the gauntlet. “Skin for skin! A man will give all he has for his own life. But now stretch out your hand and strike his flesh and bones, and he will surely curse you to your face.” There was more of Job to devour but God had limited Satan by forbidding him to lay a finger on him. Remarkably, God accepted Satan’s challenge. But he also set a limit on what Satan could do to Job – “you must spare his life.” Satan left the presence of God and struck Job with “painful sores from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.”
The intensifying of Job’s suffering brought the truth about Job to light. He remained callous upon receiving news that all his children were dead. “The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away. Praise the Lord,” said Job. Compare Job’s reaction to the news seven sons and three daughters are dead with the reaction of a man after God’s heart. When King David received news that one disobedient, rebellious son died he wept, “O my son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you – O Absalom, my son, my son!”
Job was not the only one suffering. His wife was also brought to poverty when Satan afflicted her husband. She spent seven and a half years pregnant bearing ten children and lost all of them in one day. In her grief and pain she was ready to give up. “Curse God and die,” she said to her husband. They could have embraced one another and wept together. Instead, the stronger vessel responded to his wife’s weakness and imperfection by calling her a fool.
Job did not sin in what he said, but Job is not the only one who kept a tight rein on his tongue. Balaam was also a man of reputation who knew the Lord. Balak, King of Moab hired him to curse Israel. God forbid him to curse Israel and Balaam obeyed in what he said. That did not stop Balaam from teaching Balak how to lead Israel astray. Balaam had a spiritual problem and so did Job.
Part of Job’s problem came to light when his friends arrived to comfort him. Eliphaz, Bildad and Zophar were struck speechless by the depth of Job’s suffering. They wept and sat in silence with him for seven days. Job broke the silence by cursing the day he was born, and then he revealed a reason God allowed him to suffer.
Job cried, “What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me.” Fear motivated Job’s service to God, not love. He served God because he feared what might happen if he did not. “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”
Yes, Job was a blameless, upright man who feared God, shunned evil and maintained his integrity, but he was far from perfect. His goodness blinded him to the lack of love in his heart. His quest for perfection made him a harsh man who alienated his children and was insensitive to the suffering of his wife, but there is hope because God spared his life.
 All scripture quotes are from the NIV Bible unless otherwise noted.
 Some translations say ‘sons of God”.
 Job 2:2
 Job 2:2
 Amplified Bible, King James Version
 chinnâm, khin-nawm’, From H2580; gratis, that is, devoid of cost, reason or advantage: – without a cause (cost, wages), causeless, to cost nothing, free (-ly), innocent, for nothing (nought), in vain.
 Job 2:6
 Job 6:7
 Job 1:21
 2 Samuel 18:33
 1 Peter 3:7
 Job 2:10
 Job 3:25
 1 John 4:18
 Matthew 5:48