Today my devotional writing is really just Kairos prison ministry talk prep. I was asked to present the Opening the Door Talk. And I've shared a similar talk before in the Emmaus community called "Life in Piety". Such a powerful weekend.
Anyhow, this talk is only 20 minutes which is hard for me...in Emmaus I had 30 minutes and I think I used 40. At any rate, here's the talk, let me know where I can improve on it.
Opening the Door
Speaker: Michael Gentile
[Start with Kairos Community Prayer, pg. 11, Freedom Guide]
Let’s start with the Kairos Community Prayer—Please join your hearts with mine in this prayer
[Recite prayer together.]
Good morning I’m Michael Gentile, a lay person, aka just a regular guy, and this is “Opening the Door.”
I’ve got a story about how God grabbed my messed-up life and turned it into something good—a friendship with Him. And guess what? He’s got the same thing waiting for you, no matter what you’ve been through.
Introduction
So, we’ve been hearing stuff today about friendship with God, right? Like how our choices make us who we are—this really challenges our thinking about how we love God and how God loves us.
Then we got a lift hearing about how we’re not on our own; there’s people who’ve got our back. God’s out there chasing us down, even when we’re a pain in his neck, and we can walk with Him and others—if we just swing that door open a bit. Let’s talk about how that happens.
I. Each of us can live in friendship with God—but a lot of us don’t even know where to start.
Look, you don’t have to earn it or polish yourself up first. It’s a gift, given to you through the Holy Spirit, it’s called faith. But I get it—tough to wrap your head around right now, especially if life has you locked down or too many church folks have rubbed you the wrong way in your past.
Maybe you’ve met some Christians who act all high and mighty or “fake it ‘til they make it”. Maybe you’ve been shoved aside or think, “Nah, I’m too far gone for this.” Some folks see faith as a kind of checklist, not a real connection with God. Been there myself, trust me.
Personal Witness:
So, picture me as a kid—I was nobody’s favorite. An alcoholic dad, a family that didn’t want his kid around, fostered out to a strange family down the street, and later on I dropped out of high school with a big old chip on my shoulder. I thought God was for the goody-two-shoes, not a guy like me. I used to mock Christians, them and their fairy tale Jesus.
Fast forward, I’m visiting my screwed-up family one day, I’m sitting there watching these old home movies with them, knowing I’m not in them—my cousins cracking up at Christmas long ago…
(flip page)
…and then all of a sudden, I see me off to the side for just two or three seconds of film time, with some Christmas toy I can’t even remember. Stung a bit, but I didn’t lose it. Instead, I looked around the room and all my family there suddenly stopped laughing and celebrating. It’s like seeing me broke them. God kind of nudged me, like, “Let it go, Mike.” Then there’s Wendy, my stepdaughter—I married her mom when she was just a teenager, and man, she was not having it. She saw me as the guy that was crashing-in on her already busted-up family. We battled for years, arguing about her anger with her mom and much more. But then one day I gave her a Bible, just a shot in the dark, and later when she became a mom, she asked me to be godfather for our grandchild and then she hits me with this letter: “Mike, I hated your guts, but that steady faith of yours got under my skin. I dug into that Bible, and it flipped me around. You’re the dad I swore I’d never let in, loving me when I was a total brat.”
Blew me away—God’s grace wasn’t just talk; it patched us up. Her letting go of that hate got me thinking. So, following Wendy’s example…
I wrote letters to my family and others in my life who I’ve wronged, and I said something like this, “Hey, forgive me for holding onto this grudge.” Next thing I know, aunts and cousins are calling, writing me back, and saying, “No, Mike, forgive us—we loved you; we just didn’t know how to show it or say it. You’re a good guy.”
A good guy? Me? Never bought that ‘til then. Now, here’s the kicker—today, that same lonely dropout sits down every morning, coffee brewing, Bible out, writing a devotional commentary, line by line, chapter by chapter, through the whole Bible, all about hanging out in friendship with God. If He can pull that off with me, He’s got room for you too.
It’s a simple act to open the door, but it takes some guts.
You’ve got to ditch the ego, the need to run the show, the pride. Faith is a gift—grab it, open it, make it yours. Wendy’s letter showed me that surrendering anger and fear fixes stuff; my family coming back to ask me to forgive them proved to me that it’s real power; and now writing every day keeps spirituality alive and real in my daily walk with Jesus.
This practice of friendship with God is called “spirituality”.
Imagine a circle: “Friendship with God,” sitting on a 3-legged stool. First leg’s Spirituality. Needs more legs to stand—we’ll get there later.
Write this down: Spirituality is a personal holiness, meaning to direct our lives to God. (repeat)
Spirituality is just pointing your life at God and keeping it real. It’s true and genuine love for God. It’s not forced, it takes a little nerve to live it, but it’s got some joy—like my mornings, scribbling about God’s word and sharing that wisdom with others all around the world.
The elements of spirituality.
Alright, here’s the deal—we’re body and spirit, both. Takes some work to keep that spirit humming, kind of like Paul says about athletes training hard (1 Cor. 9:25). I’ve got a list I lean on, stuff that kept me going. Check this out:
1. Morning Offering: I just say, “Hey God, I’m here, use me, help me write for you”—kicks off my day right.
2. Daily Prayer: I mess up, I say I’m sorry, I thank Him, tell Him He’s awesome, pray for folks I care about, maybe toss in what I need or things I’m concerned about.
You want to know what I believe is the perfect prayer?
“Father, forgive me, sinner that I am.” That’s it, everything else is fluff, stuff he already knows.
3. Bible Study: I dig into that thing every morning—Wendy got hooked on it too after I gave her a bible. It’s where my writing comes from now, it’s God’s will for your life.
4. Meditation: I’ll sit quiet and go, “God, I’m all yours”
5. Self-Examination: This is super important; You can’t pull the wool over God’s eyes. You’ve got to keep it real. I take a hard look at myself—where I’m at, what needs fixing. Keeps me honest.
6. Sharing: Like right now, I’m telling you what’s up with me and God. It’s how we all connect as a community.
7. Spiritual Direction: I bounce stuff off someone smarter than me—helps me stay on track.
That’s my playbook. It’s what got me through Wendy flipping her hate for love, my family coming back around, and it’s why I’m up every day scribbling out a bible commentary. Works for me—might work for you, write a prayer journal maybe.
Spirituality’s requirement and reward.
What it takes? Go all in—love God with everything, your heart, soul, mind, and strength (Mark 12:29-30)—not half-way, all the way. What’s the payoff? You get joy with Jesus, and you start showing Him to others. Wendy’s letter, my family’s calls—they showed that God used a beat-up guy like me to pass some love around. Writing it down keeps it going for me. If He can sort me out, He’s got you too.
Closing
God’s knocking—gonna let Him in? Please bow your heads for two minutes of reflection. [Pause for 2 minutes, then walk away.]