After my years of telling God stories on Radio Rhema, I would travel NZ and get in conversation with others who had introduced me to a new person only to have that new acquaintance looking at me strangely for a while before declaring, “I know how I know you. Ah, it’s the voice, not the face. You tell those stories on Radio Rhema.” One woman said to me, “I have a bone to pick with you Ian Vail. Those Rhema stories are so infuriating.”
I said, “That’s sad, most people find them inspiring and exciting and look forward to them.”
She laughed and said, “My problem is that I live in Wellington and head to work at the right to hear your stories. But then often along the journey I reach one of the tunnels and the Rhema reception fades and I lose the end of the story.” Then she added, “And those tear-jerking stories are a problem too. I arrive at work with a tear stained face and all of my make-up run.”
To which I replied, “But that is not my fault. All you have to do is leave for work earlier and don’t wear make-up.”