Some people call them “captive audiences.” I like “Organic Congregations” better; it’s more PC (Preacher Correct).

You’ll hear the occasional hoot or holler from the man or woman standing in line at the Department of Motor Vehicles, or Social Security office, or the local courthouse when a preacher starts preaching to those Hellbound souls queued up and doing nothing but awaiting there eternal destiny before the doors open: “Not fair!” they’ll scream in protest. “We’re a captive audience!”

Nope. Organic congregation.

Whole souls, naturally grown, no hormones, no artificial flavors and locally available.

Organic congregations can be found at bus stops, traffic lights, inside elevators—or at a very long line nearest you.

You may have the only preservative people will ever need, preserving them for a long and happy eternal shelf life.

No plastic bags, please.

Charles Spurgeon (1834-1892) wrote:

The great benefit of open-air preaching is that we get so many newcomers to hear the Gospel who otherwise would never hear it. The Gospel command is, “Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature,” but it is so little obeyed that one would imagine that it ran thus, “Go into your own place of worship and preach the Gospel to the few creatures who will come inside.” “Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in”— albeit it constitutes part of a parable, is worthy to be taken very literally, and in so doing its meaning will be best carried out.

We ought actually to go into the streets and lanes and highways, for there are lurkers in the hedges, tramps on the highways, street-walkers and lane-haunters, whom we shall never reach unless we pursue them into their own domains. Sportsmen must not stop at home and wait for the birds to come and be shot at, neither must fishermen throw their nets inside their boats and hope to take many fish. Traders go to the markets; they follow their customers and go out after business if it will not come to them; and so must we. Some of our brethren are prosing on and on to empty pews and musty hassocks, while they might be conferring lasting benefit upon hundreds by quitting the old walls for a while, and seeking living stones for Jesus. —From “Open-Air Preaching – A Sketch Of Its History And Remarks Thereon”

Photos for this post are from the following articles:
“USC, Upset”
“Preaching at American Idol”
“Terrorists in the Elevator”
“Porta-Potty Preaching”