As a teenager there were a few summers where I worked on the summer staff of a Christian conference center. We’d work during the day, and then in the evening we usually had some kind of staff activity to hang out together.
One night after work, for our staff activity we headed off to one of the more remote sections of the campus. We were going to have some kind of get-messy fight. I forget exactly what it was, but the basic idea was to get everyone else messier than you, and I think the weapon of the day was either shaving cream or whipped cream.
I wasn’t too enthusiastic about it, so once we started, rather than get right in the thick of it I sort of hung out on the edge and let everyone else get messy. The cream went flying, there were shrieks, shouts, and general mayhem ruled the day. I tried moving around enough so that I didn’t really look like I was avoiding the mess, but eventually someone noticed I was still as clean as when we started.
There was a guy on staff named Dave. Dave was super fast. Someone noticed I wasn’t messy and yelled “Dave! Get Tim!”
Dave stopped and looked at me. Our eyes met, and that’s all it took. Man, I was gone. I took off sprinting away from him as fast as I possibly could. I didn’t hold anything back because I knew he was the only person that could catch me. All the lap-swimming and other training I did for lifeguarding helped me stay in shape and run pretty fast, but I wasn’t going to be fast enough to outrun Dave. My only hope was that he’d give up the chase before he caught me.
I sprinted for over a hundred yards, but he was still back there, with two hands’ worth of shaving cream, and he was closer than when we’d started. By the time we’d gone another 50 yards, it was clear that I wasn’t going to get away from him. He was relentless. It seemed like the closer he got, the more energized he became, invigorated at the prospect of running me down.
As he got within a few feet, I was done. I could’ve kept running, but I couldn’t sprint anymore. My half-hearted attempt at zigzagging only helped him close the distance faster. He caught up to me and I got a face full of shaving cream.
Spiritually, I don’t know where you stand. For all I know, you’re not really into that “god” thing, but you somehow came across this post. You’re open to the idea of some higher power being out there, but you don’t have a concrete idea of what that entails.
Let me tell you about this God. He’s not one that sits on a throne laughing maniacally while shooting lightning bolts at anyone who displeases him. This version is unlike any that you’ve heard of before. He’s watching you, yes, but He’s not “out to get” you. This is someone that loves you without remorse, and will pursue you with abandon. He will chase you relentlessly, even if you choose to ignore Him. He will love you until your dying breath, but cares too deeply about who you really are to force you to love Him back. His name is Jesus Christ.
If you’re even still reading, you can scoff at what I say, but my goal is to help plant a seed in your mind that will grow into something more. Watch as later today, maybe tomorrow, or maybe sometime much later down the road, something happens in your life that makes you think back to this story. You’ll remember that you heard about God loving you recklessly. Though you run, He will pursue you without mercy just for the mere possibility that you even think about being curious about Him, caring too much to give up the chase and not be there in the event you stop running and turn around.
The decision you have to make is how long you’ll keep on running. No matter how long or how far you run…He’s faster and can do it longer. Try having an open mind; why don’t you see what happens when you get caught?
When I was really young, my dad was a maintenance guy at a Christian conference center in eastern Pennsylvania, and our family lived on the campus. Groups of people from churches in New York, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania would come and attend retreats at this place. Once the groups departed, somebody had to walk around to all the rooms that had just been vacated, and make sure all the lights were turned off and the heat/air conditioning weren’t blasting in a vacant room. Sometimes that duty fell to my dad, and every once in awhile he’d take me along.
As a part of the maintenance staff, Dad had a key ring that was chock full of keys that opened just about anything and everything on the whole complex. It could be a master key for all the guest rooms in a given building, the key to the room in the gymnasium where they kept all the spare basketballs, the padlock to the room in the basement of the snack shack where they kept a bunch of electronics and motors, or a little key to adjust the thermostat in the meeting rooms. If you needed to open a lock anywhere on the campus, there’s a good chance my dad’s key ring had a solution.
As a kid, it was impossible to keep track of the differences between all the keys. A few of them stood out from the others; maybe some were shinier, bigger, or the head had a distinct shape or color. To me, though, most of them were indistinguishable from one another. If someone plunked me down in front of a random locked door somewhere on the campus with that key ring, it would’ve taken a good deal of time by trial and error for me to open it. Dad knew what each one did, though.
Now imagine that every Christian is a key on God’s giant key ring. There’s a door, or maybe a group of doors, that you have the ability to unlock (or lock). It’s your purpose; it’s what you were made for. You can be jealous of what other keys were built for, but it sure isn’t going to help you fulfill your role any better. You might even try to function in a lock you weren’t designed to operate, but it’s not what you were made for. Some people are dissatisfied or in denial about the lock in which they fit, and they want to choose their own lock.
Sorry Pardner, it doesn’t work that way.
There’s a lock out there for which you are the key, and you might encounter your lock during this unique time in history. The Man holding the key ring wants to use you according to His schedule, but if you’re unwilling or are too focused on a lock for which you’re not the key, you’re missing your calling. My request to you would be: work the lock you’re built for.
Ever notice how you can say “they just don’t make it like they used to” about a lot of things?
For example, my parents have a clothes dryer that’s older than me. It’s complained a bit every now and then, but the thing is built like a tank and is still going after a few fixes. Modern ones seem to break if you look at them the wrong way.
Newer cars seem to fall apart much easier than the ones from, say, 30 years ago. What used to be fixed by a good hit with a ball peen hammer now requires more genteel computer diagnostics to figure anything out before you can start to make repairs.
I don’t know if this is true or not, but I heard that back in the 1940s and 50s, women’s pantyhose was of such high quality that the manufacturers worried they weren’t selling enough to sustain their businesses. Their product was so good that after a woman bought some, she didn’t need any more for a long time.
Enter the idea of planned obsolescence, or the intentional use of lower quality materials and construction to shorten the lifespan of a product in an effort to induce consumers to buy more of them. If it falls apart sooner, you’ll end up buying more units than you otherwise would have.
Here’s an odd thought: what if we are the lower-quality product? In 2017 the average life expectancy for Americans was 78.54 years. By comparison, at that point in Moses’ life, he hadn’t even stood before Pharaoh yet. Abraham didn’t have his first child until he was 86, and then he lived about 90 years beyond that. Noah was over 500 years old when he started building the ark, was 600 when the flood started, and he lived another 350 years beyond that until he was 950 years old! This was before antibiotics, nutritional supplements, and the medical knowledge we enjoy today. My friends, you and I are some of the best examples of planned obsolescence I can think of.
Even great figures of Biblical history are shuffled off the stage of God’s theater. Consider King David. Though flawed, he was one of the most genuine and passionate characters in the whole Bible. He’s the stuff legends are made of; as a youngster he vanquished a giant professional soldier with a sling and a rock, then went on to lead raids of enemy camps with ragtag mercenaries as his companions. Although defined as a man of war, his zeal for the Lord led him to set the stage for Solomon’s construction of the Temple by collecting an unbelievable amount of precious metals and other materials. Jesus came from the line of David, for goodness’ sake! At the end of his life, he was unquestionably recognized as a giant of the Faith. Yet even he was just a man, and was intended to play a small role in God’s overall plan. In spite of all his accomplishments, listen to how David is described in Acts 13:36:
“Now when David had served God’s purpose in his own generation, he fell asleep; he was buried with his ancestors and his body decayed.”
“Falling asleep” in the Bible is usually a euphemism for dying. That’s not the interesting thing though. There are a few different things we can take from this verse, but the two I want to focus on are 1. that he served God’s purpose “in his own generation,” and 2. when he had fulfilled God’s reason for putting him here on Earth, he moved on into eternity.
To the first point, can you imagine if you lived during a different time period? You could have lived 4,000 years ago, or you could have been placed on hold and not made your debut here on Earth for another 200 years. God put you in the here and now intentionally. You are a part of “your generation” because you are to fulfill God’s purpose within it. I don’t know what that purpose is and you might not either, but the fact that you’re reading this right now, today, means you probably weren’t born before 1940 or so. The “today” you see is not an accident or a random assignment, you belong here.
To the second point, you’re here on Earth to do whatever God put you here to do, and you might not be going anywhere until you do it. At some point after that He’ll escort you from this life, but it could be seconds or decades between when you “complete your mission” and you make your departure. To throw a curveball at the situation: almost none of us know with full certainty what our specific purpose is or when we’ll accomplish it.
Zooming back out to the big picture and our limited time on Earth, it seems we might be a little bit more like an aging toaster than we care to admit. We can tell when things are getting toward the end, but most of us can’t predict when we’re toasting our last bagel.
What are we to do then? I’ll summarize it as best I can:
Love God ferociously and use the talents, resources, and circumstances He’s matched you up with to make a positive difference in people’s lives, all the while giving the glory to Him. You will fall, you will have self doubts, and in many cases you will fail. There may be more bad days than good days, but you have been placed here, at this exact point in history, to make an eternal difference in some way.
There’s a song we’ve all heard a million times; it’s one we usually hear in December, but its message fits with the core of this post. If you were meeting the newborn King of Kings, and you simply couldn’t compete with the expensive gifts that others brought, one of the best things you could do is use the talents He’s given you to make Him smile. Isn’t that what we’re all after? (There’s a fun version of this song below.)
Do your best to serve God’s purpose in your generation.
Imagine you’re at the top of your game and you are successful
in everything you put your mind to. You have a great reputation, you have a
great job, you have a great family, and your volunteer work makes a difference.
Money isn’t a problem, and you lack nothing.
Does this give meaning to your life?
Long ago the world’s richest and wisest man took it upon
himself to seek out the meaning of life. In the book of Ecclesiastes, King Solomon
decided to investigate how to achieve fulfillment in life. First he tried
living a life of pleasure, but learned that this wasn’t the answer. He studied the
generalities of life and upon reflection was disappointed that death comes both
to the wise man and the fool. He implemented public projects on an enormous
scale, only to conclude that his lifetime of achievements could easily be
wasted after his death if his successor squanders what he inherits.
Very aware of his own mortality, Solomon realizes that this
life is short; it’s fleeting. We busy ourselves with many projects and
endeavors, but in the end we all pass through and then move on from this life.
Many times in the book of Ecclesiastes does Solomon exclaim “meaningless! It’s
all a chasing after the wind!”
The book is almost depressing; he spends 12 chapters
exploring different aspects of life in hopes of finding fulfillment, only to
realize that even our most notable achievements will be forgotten after a few
generations. Then at the very end of the book, almost as an afterthought,
Solomon abruptly gives us his conclusion. These two verses, only two verses out of the whole book, provide
us insight into what he’s learned. If you give up reading the book before the
very end, you miss out on Solomon’s “secret of life:”
Let us hear
the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God and keep His commandments, for
this is man’s all. For God will bring every work into judgment, including every
secret thing, whether good or evil. –Ecclesiastes 12:13-14
After years of experiencing everything life has to offer,
Solomon concluded that your purpose is to please God and to live in such a way
that you will not fear judgment.
I don’t have the time or space to go into all of God’s
commandments here, but I’ll summarize them this way: love God and love people. Each
of these topics can have books written about them. It’s a lifelong endeavor, though;
there are always opportunities to keep getting better at it.
If you’ve got the “love God” portion down pat, it’s time to
“love people.” There are people everywhere you go. You know what I’ve
discovered? A lot of them are hard to get along with. It can be draining to
interact with them! That’s probably why so much of the Bible talks about how to
live and deal with others. Here’s the neat thing: you’re equipped to do it. You have everything you need to
do what you’ve been called to do.
For many of us, that calling has to do with making someone’s
life better somehow. That’s one exciting (yes, exciting) thing about the
Coronavirus-dominated time we’re living through…there are new opportunities to
love on people in ways that are not normally available. All you have to do is
look for them; you’re in the best position to see them and act on them.
Fear God and keep His commandments, and remember that He’ll judge all of your works. This comes from a lifetime of reflection from the wisest man who ever lived. Just a little something to keep in mind if life gets a little too meaningless for you.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s
Day. It’s often viewed as a time to pause and reflect on the “special-ness” of
the important people in your life.
While the celebration
of love is nice, our culture seems to have adopted the idea that “anything
goes” in the name of love, and that finding true love means everything after
that point will be perfect. Love stories end with the main characters living
“happily ever after.” The unfortunate fact is that taking two imperfect people
and placing them in a relationship will always yield less-than-perfect results.
Sadly, many committed relationships crumble despite the noble intentions of
those involved.
People who have known
great heartache can therefore best appreciate the idea of a love that will not
fail.
In Bible times,
weddings worked a little differently from the way they do today. Back then when
a couple became engaged, the groom-to-be departed to make preparations for the
wedding, their living arrangements, and their future together. The bride-to-be remained
with her family while this took place, and she waited for the groom while he made
preparations. Without texts, emails, or any other expedient form of
communication, she would have to wait and be perpetually ready for her groom to
show up and whisk her away to their wedding and new life together. Imagine not
only having no input on the details of your own wedding, but also being left completely
in the dark about when it would even take place!
This is the situation where
we currently find ourselves. We’re waiting, and we don’t know for how long. In
my last post I wrote a bit about the importance of the Church. The Church is
sometimes referred to as the “Bride of Christ.” Jesus has gone on ahead to make
preparations, but He fully intends to return for us, the Church:
…I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and
prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that
where I am, there you may be also.
John 14:2c-3.
Now that’s a kind of
love we can celebrate.
Like in Bible times, we
receive very little information about the details of when the Bridegroom is
planning to come back. Even though we live in an era of instant gratification, lack
of a specific date on the calendar actually changes very little about what’s
important in this case. It’s important to remember that while waiting, we are
to remain faithful and we are to remain ready, no matter how long it takes. It
is imperative that we watch with expectation and with anticipation, ever on the
lookout for when our Lord will make His return and escort us to a deeper phase of
our relationship with Him.
The question is…have
you stopped making yourself ready? You know in your mind that He’ll come
someday, but it probably won’t be anytime soon, right? I mean, it’s been about
2,000 years since Christ walked the earth; what are the odds that He’ll come
during this lifetime?
What you decide to do
is up to you, but I’ll pose one last question to you today. Are you living
faithfully for the one to whom you are betrothed?
If you’re a Christian,
the world sometimes seems like it’s getting darker. The culture is becoming
more and more godless. Today’s young adults are less and less interested in
attending church. Many local churches are dead or dying, and many of those still
around are consumed with arguments over what kind of music to play or what
should or should not be present on the stage during the worship service, rather
than reaching the lost.
This is exciting stuff.
You read that right.
This is exciting. Why?
Because the Church
(capital “c”) is God’s plan for reaching the world. Regardless of the current
state of affairs, the Church is going to emerge triumphant. That’s a fact. If
the times we’re living in are making today’s local church bodies less and less
relevant in reaching the lost, that simply means that the Church we see today
is not the version that’s going to be most effective in performing the mission.
It means we’re in a time of transition to something new.
So what does that
future version of the Church look like? I can’t tell you.
It’s not that I know
and I’m withholding the information from you; I can’t tell you because I don’t yet
know the manner in which you’re going to be a part of helping the church
evolve. In other words, it’s exciting because the Church is going to be
effective in new ways because you, as a Christ-follower and part of the Church,
are going to change how the Church approaches the problem of delivering the
Gospel to people who haven’t heard it before.
Don’t look at the
current state of affairs and see despair; look at it and see that opportunities
abound! At its core, Christianity is about two things: loving God and loving
people (after all, only a handful of the 10 Commandments pertain to our
relationship with God; the vast majority of them deal with our relationship
with each other). In what way(s) are you able to develop a relationship with
someone for the purpose of glorifying God?
Can’t think of
anything? Start out with this: make friends with at least one person in every
decade of life. Regardless of what decade of life you’re currently in, imagine
the perspective you can gain by interacting with someone who has the black-and-white
outlook of a child, the idealism of a teenager, the enthusiasm of a
twenty-something, the ambition of someone in their thirties, the experience of
a mid-lifer, the expertise of someone in their fifties, the hindsight of a
sixty-something, the clarity of what’s important in life of someone in their
seventies, and the wisdom and life experience of everyone else. Whether or not
all those people are Christians, you’re going to learn something, and they
might too.
The Church is changing,
and that’s not a bad thing. If you see a spot where the Church should be doing
something but isn’t, you may have just found your calling. The entire purpose
of this blog is to come alongside you, put a hand on your shoulder, tell you that
God is capable of doing amazing things through broken and imperfect people, and
encourage and exhort you to use the resources and spiritual gifts God’s
provided…all for the purpose of reaching the lost and glorifying God. You’re not only capable of
helping the Church meet the world’s current needs, you were designed to.
The exciting part is that even though (and perhaps because) the Church will evolve, it’s going to reach people in ways it hasn’t before. So by all means, if you’ve been prompted to or are toying with the idea of doing something unconventional, yet purposeful…please…start pursuing that course and see where it goes.
I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall
not prevail against it. –Matthew 16:18b.
Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all
that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us,to
Him be the glory in the church
and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever. Amen. –Ephesians 3:20-21
Once I finished
college, I didn’t do anything related to my academic major. I needed a job, but
didn’t have anything professional in mind, so I moved back in with Mom and Dad
and worked construction.
Since I had worked
construction the past few summers, nothing felt different initially. Doing the
job as a college grad didn’t feel any different than doing the job the previous
summer. It didn’t really seem strange until the end of the summer, when I
ordinarily would have prepared to head back to school. To help mark the
occasion of our entry into the “real world,” a college buddy and I decided to
go skydiving.
We made some
reservations, then showed up at the airport one Saturday morning early in
September. We signed the waivers, took the short class, then waited our turn.
We signed up for tandem
jumps. That’s where you’re connected to an experienced jumper that’s trained to
do two-person jumps. You don’t have to focus on any of the flight plan, what
your altitude is, etc. All you have to do is go along for the ride and enjoy
yourself. My tandem instructor was Frank. He took us over to the tiny plane
we’d use and walked us through the steps we’d later take when exiting the
aircraft. After that we squeezed into the plane, took off, and started the
climb to 10,000 feet.
(I paid extra to have my jump recorded, so there was a jumper with a camera and video camera on her helmet that went along. Unfortunately I don’t have a digital copy; it’s still on VHS format, so I can’t show it here. I can share some of the pictures though.)
There were six jumpers
and a pilot crammed into a little Cessna. As we reached 3,000 feet, the door
opened and one of the guys jumped out. I’m not sure if I was aware of this at
the time or not, but it turns out this man was Don Kellner, who was (and still
is) the world record holder for the number of sport parachute jumps. At the
time, he had about 30,000 jumps or something ridiculous like that. In order to set
and build on his record, he’d be on just about every plane that went up, and
most of the time he’d hop out around 3,000 feet. He’d skip the freefall and
deploy his parachute right away. They called this type of jump a “hop ‘n pop.”
I didn’t see it coming, so all I knew was that the door blew open without
warning and a guy fell out.
The rest of the climb
to altitude was uneventful. It was my buddy and I, our two tandem instructors,
and a videographer. They kept the mood light by making plenty of jokes, so that
we’d stay loose and not seize up when the door opened and we stuck our heads
outside the plane and looked down.
The time finally
arrived. We shuffled around inside the plane to get connected to the
instructors. We went over a few last-minute things, gave a final thumbs-up, and
then they opened the door.
Inside the plane it got
windy and much cooler than it had been on the ground. We inched up to the
doorway, and the videographer actually climbed outside the plane and hung from
the wing strut while she waited for us to exit. Frank shouted in my ear, I did
what he had showed me on the ground earlier, and out the door we went.
This is the only part that feels like you’re falling
There’s really not a
good way to convey what it’s like to freefall. It’s unlike anything else. There
was only a brief fraction of a second where there was any falling sensation,
and that was as you fell out of the plane. The ground didn’t seem like it was
rushing up at me at all. It was just windy, loud, and amazing. You can judge
for yourself just how miserable I was.
We fell for about 30
seconds, reaching a max speed of around 120 mph. It didn’t feel that fast,
because there were no references other than people falling at the same speed
(it’s not like you fell past a bird or a hot air balloon at 120 mph, for
example). It was smooth. The video shows that Frank and I did some goofy stuff
and made weird faces (imagine what kind of silly stuff you’d do if someone
pointed a leaf blower at your face). Then Frank deployed the main chute, and after
the rapid deceleration the loud rush of air gave way to a gentle breeze and
relative silence as we slowed down to about 20 mph. He then gave me an aerial
tour of the surrounding area as we continued our descent. Five minutes later we
were safely on the ground, and I was ready to do it all again.
I fell over a mile and a half straight down and lived to tell the tale
I was hooked.
Eventually I went back and did it again, and I’ll share more skydiving stories
in the future, but for now here’s what’s important. When you jump out of a
plane, there’s no doing it halfway. There’s no way to stay in the plane and at
the same time experience what it’s like to leave it midair. You either leave
the plane or you don’t, and the two outcomes are vastly different.
Despite what many
people seem to think, access to Heaven is based on an either/or criterion: you
either have a saving relationship with Jesus Christ, or you don’t. Here too,
the two outcomes are vastly different. If you don’t have that relationship,
you’re not going to get into Heaven.
“That’s incredibly
intolerant!” It’s okay to think that, because it is. I serve an intolerant God.
For some reason that seems to shock people. God doesn’t tolerate our antics and
rationalizations. I can’t really blame
Him. Why should He? Imagine you had a child that wanted nothing to do with you,
yet demanded all the benefits of being associated with you. On top of that,
they replace you with someone else and still want the rights and privileges of
being your child. How tolerant would you be?
These days there seems
to be very little in terms of pure black and white. Just because the world
looks at things with a “everything is relative” mindset however, doesn’t make
it true or mean we get to water down God’s truth. There ARE absolutes. One of them is that the only
way to Heaven is through Jesus Christ.
People will decry this
view as having a lack of inclusivity. I’d counter that Christ was one of the
most inclusive historical figures ever.
He went out of His way to reach the dregs of society; He violated cultural
norms by empowering and addressing women directly; and He advocated for fair treatment
of foreigners.
The difference is that
Christ wanted all people to hear the truth so they could make their own
decision. He wanted everybody to have access to this information regardless of
their background or standing. What they did with it was entirely up to them,
but He wanted everyone in the world to know that the only way to God (and
Heaven) was through Him.
You either have that
saving relationship or you don’t. There’s no doing it halfway, and there’s no
middle ground. The good…no…the great
news is that you’re welcome to start that saving relationship right now. Even
if you think you’re beyond saving or that you’ve done things that are too
terrible to be forgiven, He won’t turn you away.
Maybe you’ve never
prayed before, but if you’re open to this, pray this prayer along with me:
Dear Jesus…thank you so
much for loving me even when I don’t deserve you at all. Lord, come into my
life, change me, break me, make me new, make me whole…forgive me. Purify my
heart. Jesus I believe you died on the cross and rose again three days later.
You are my savior and one day I will live with You forever. But meanwhile, help
me to stand for you. To shine for you, to make a difference and let your truth
be known. Use me Lord, Holy Spirit fill me to overflowing. I love you so much!
In Jesus’ name, amen.
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I’ve got three kids.
I’ve had my share of seeing one or more of them knowing that they ought to tell me something, even though they
don’t want to.
You can see the nervous fidgeting, their eyes looking anywhere but at you, and you know right away that the longer they take to tell you, the worse the irreversible damage might be somewhere. Did they flush something weird down the toilet and now it’s clogged and overflowing all over the floor? Did they pick up a fish from the fishbowl and accidentally drop it on the floor? Did they accidentally hurt their brother or sister, who now needs help in a hurry?
Your mind goes crazy
thinking about all the things that could
be wrong, and all you want to do is find out the truth so you can take
immediate action if you need to. As the kiddo stands there, searching for the
right way to break the news to Dad, it’s maddening to see them slow down even
further, hinting at things to gauge how Dad reacts to different approaches. On
the inside you’re screaming “just TELL me already!”, but you know that will
stall the truth even more, so you have to cover any appearance of urgency and
gently coax it out of them without looking mad.
Have you ever been in a
situation like that? All you want is the truth. It might be at the doctor’s
office after some test results come back. You see them start to hem and haw,
uncertain about the best way to deliver the news. All the uncertainty you’ve
been wrestling with has created more anxiety, and all you want to do is yell
“just TELL me already!”
Have you ever felt that
way on a grander scale? Not just for a blip during your past, but over a much
longer span of time. You’ve had your ups and downs, but it feels like there
ought to be more. Maybe you have a nice family, a nice house, you even have a
great career, but it still feels like something’s missing, or that you’re waiting
for the other shoe to drop. What’s this life all about? You don’t even care how
it’s going to make you feel; you just want someone to tell you the rest of the
story.
Well if you want it,
here it is.
You’re not good enough.
I’m not talking about not being good enough at your job, at being a nice person, or at not burning the crust in the oven. I’m talking big picture. When everyone, including you, was born, they were set on a course that does not lead to Heaven. And why? Because nobody’s perfect. Heaven only accepts perfection. Even if folks are good people that lead good, moral lives, after this life they are headed for eternal suffering and anguish. It’s not good news, but this is the sound of the other shoe dropping. If you don’t believe in the afterlife, I understand how it might sound kooky. Here’s the thing though…have you ever been on the other side of death?
There’s good news about
all this: there is a sure way to change course. There is a way out of this default
eventuality.
You’ve heard the name
Jesus Christ. You may even have said it a few times, but who is He? He’s God’s Son…the
power of God incarnate…all the power of God in human form. If He lived in
Heaven, why would God show up as a person on Earth?
It’s kind of an odd answer: to withstand your punishment and serve your sentence on your behalf. Christ was perfect and fulfilled all of God’s laws flawlessly, but was wrongfully accused and executed. He spent a full day in Hell, taking my place, taking your place, taking the sweet grandma down the street’s place, taking the death row inmate’s place. Then He conquered it: He came back to life the third day after His death. By doing this He broke the power of Hell. Out of love, Jesus Christ now extends a hand to everyone, regardless of age, race, gender, orientation, national origin, regardless of everything. None of that matters, because each of those people falls short of perfection. By accepting His invitation, you switch sides…you’re no longer destined for eternal suffering and sorrow regarding this missed opportunity. People that take His hand are clothed in His perfection; they are destined instead for a joyous future in God’s presence alongside others that have made the same decision.
Some will tell you that
many roads lead to Heaven. I’m sorry, but that’s simply not accurate. A
relationship with Jesus Christ is the only way to ensure an eternity in Heaven.
He even said so in John 14:6 – Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and
the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”
Now I just want to
explain something. My writing is simply not compelling enough to convince
people to make this decision. If you feel something tugging at your mind and
heart, though, that’s God working on you. I’m just the method He’s using to
reach you. Please don’t ignore the pull…Christ can whisper to you, but He won’t
force you to switch sides. You don’t have anything to lose, but you have
everything to gain.
Maybe you’ve never
prayed before, but if you’re open to this, pray this prayer along with me:
Dear Jesus…thank you so
much for loving me even when I don’t deserve you at all. Lord, come into my life,
change me, break me, make me new, make me whole…forgive me. Purify my heart.
Jesus I believe you died on the cross and rose again three days later. You are
my savior and one day I will live with You forever. But meanwhile, help me to
stand for you. To shine for you, to make a difference and let your truth be
known. Use me Lord, Holy Spirit fill me to overflowing. I love you so much! In
Jesus’ name, amen.
If you’re not quite ready for that, but you’re open to hearing more, I encourage you to listen to this man’s story. We’ve heard of instances where people die for a few moments on the operating table, only to be revived and tell stories of a brief vision of Heaven. But what if we got a brief view of Hell? It’s a remarkable story.
For those with a little less time (or for more encouragement after the first video), have a listen to this song. It conveys why Jesus would give up everything…because the Savior of the World would rather die than live without you.
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Eternity hangs in the
balance. Will you see someone in Heaven because you helped them get there?
Three or four years ago
our family of five went to see my folks for Easter. It was the time of year
when the winter’s cold was gone and the kids could finally get some time
playing outside.
While we were all in
their backyard one day, I told my wife and kids about some of the places I used
to visit in the woods nearby when I was a kid. On the spur of the moment, we
all decided to take a trip into the forest to have a look for ourselves.
Our kiddos have always
enjoyed being in the woods, but most of the places we’ve taken them have had nice
wide trails that make it easy to get around. There were no trails here, so we
had to find our own way. Without really thinking too much about it, my plan was
to bring them into the woods through one section, then bring them down to see
some cool spots along the creek, and then start coming back up through a
different area.
We got down to the
creek, and I showed them an old well, then brought them to the spot where some
of us slid down a natural waterslide and built dams as kids. I had a childhood
friend whose dad loved golf; in order to work on his swing, he’d stand in his
yard and drive old golf balls into the forest. As a kid, friends and I would
come across some of these golf balls while playing in the woods; they were
always in the same general area, so he must’ve had a consistent swing. J Now, with my own family in tow, I told my kids to
keep an eye out for golf balls. Sure enough, we found at least one.
As we started heading
back, I took them along an easy route I followed when I was younger. It’s a
funny thing though, if you stay out of a forest for 10 or 15 years, you might
be surprised at how much it changes while you’re gone.
We crossed back over
the creek and started heading back up the hill. It started getting tricky,
though, because in our path were numerous thorn bushes I didn’t remember
running into before. We’d make some progress up the hill, only to run into a
spot that was too thick for us to pass, so we’d have to scoot sideways or even
come back down the hill some. There were spots where we could squeeze through,
but I had to step on a few thorny branches and hold back others with one hand
while my kiddos carefully passed through.
It’s not so bad when
you’re tall enough to see over the thorn bushes, but when you’re only about
three feet tall and Mom and Dad don’t seem to know where they’re going, it can
be scary and even overwhelming. My kids started getting worried, even coming to
the verge of tears, so I stopped being delicate with the thorns in order to
move us along faster. Instead of grabbing them with just a finger and thumb, I
pushed them aside and held them out of the way with the back of my hand so we
could make wider openings and move toward our goal a little quicker.
It was slow going, but
the kids hung in there and we finally made it out of the woods. As the panic
subsided, the kids noticed that one of my hands had a surprising amount of
blood on it. I didn’t have any bad cuts, but the thorns had scratched me enough
that it caused the blood to start flowing. It looked much worse than it actually
was, but my daughter was very concerned because of how much blood she saw. Through
her eyes, all she knew was that Daddy was bleeding so that the rest of them
could safely pass through the dangerous spots.
As we had approached
Easter that year, we had been talking more frequently about the suffering Jesus
endured aside from the cross. The beatings, the humiliation, the crown of
thorns, the sheer indignity, and all sorts of other often-forgotten things are still
part of the story. He was so weak from the beating and other types of suffering
that He couldn’t even carry the cross, as the condemned often did. My wife
voiced the connection, using our adventure as an object lesson. It’s like it
clicked for my oldest daughter. He took
my place. I escaped the suffering because someone else did it for me.
I don’t know where you
are in life, or if you consider yourself a spiritual person. None of that
changes the fact that Christ paid for the price of your admission into Heaven.
You can’t earn it, you can’t pay your own way, and you can’t pay Him back. The
only way to get into Heaven is to use the ticket He bought you. He bought
tickets for everyone, but only a small percentage of people take Him up on the
offer.
He’s holding out a
ticket for you, and He wants you to take it. Will you accept it?
When I was probably 6
or 7 years old, a married couple built a new house across the street from us.
They had moved in, but the house wasn’t totally finished yet. When you’re a
little boy, new houses in the neighborhood are fun because there’s a ton of mud
or dirt piles to play in.
One rainy day I was
playing outside in my yard. I had my raincoat and my big rain boots, so I was
all set. Our yard already had a lawn, so it didn’t really have many puddles.
Since the house across the street wasn’t landscaped yet, it had all kinds of
puddles and mud to go stomping through.
I knew the neighbors,
and they were nice, so I crossed the street and started splashing through the
grossest part of the yard. I don’t think the gutters were installed yet, so the
water ran right off the roof and into the yard, making for some thick, goopy
stomping. My plan was to go knock on the front door to say hi, but it was starting
to be a tough slog. The mud felt like it got stickier and sticker, sucking on
my boots as I tried to pull them up.
It got to the point
where I couldn’t pick my feet up anymore. The rain boots were already much
heavier and clunkier than the shoes I normally wore, and now it got even worse
with the mud’s suction. My boots were stuck in the mud, and I wasn’t going
anywhere.
I started to panic. I
tried shaking them loose, but that didn’t work (it probably made it worse). I
think I was afraid to pull my feet out of the boots and walk across the mud,
scared that my actual feet would get swallowed by the muck. Defeated and out of
ideas, I squatted down (afraid to sit, for fear of getting stuck) and started
to cry.
I don’t know how long
this went on, but soon the front door opened and Joyce, my neighbor, poked her head
out. With a look of worried concern, she saw me in my helpless and pitiful
situation, and right away got some shoes on, came close enough to grab me, and
lifted me right out of the mud.
Cherished readers, this
is the story of the gospel, plain and simple. I was in a mess that I couldn’t
escape on my own. The difference with the gospel is that we’re all born stuck
in the mess, we didn’t wander into it because we made a bad choice.
People have different
reactions to being stuck like this. Some choose to just wallow and enjoy the
mud as best they can. Others look at the situation and focus on it being a
futile, meaningless struggle. To each and every one of us, though, a hand is
extended, offering us a way out of the muck and mire. It’s not forced upon us;
it is merely offered. This hand, friends, is the hand of Jesus Christ.
If you’ve come to
realize that you’re stuck in the mud and would like a way out, I urge you to
look into what Christ did for you. He’s gently knocking on the door of your
heart. He’s not going to force the door open; He waits for you to open the
door. Won’t you consider letting Him in?
It’s better than being
stuck in the mire. What do you have to lose?
