“Whatever you do, do it enthusiastically, as something done for the Lord and not for men, knowing that you will receive the reward of an inheritance from the Lord–you serve the Lord Christ” (Colossians 3:23).
Last night, sometime along about 3 or 4 am, unable to sleep, I did something I rarely do: turned on the television. After channel-surfing for a while, I ended up watching one of those true-crime re-enactments.
Law enforcement investigators had painstakingly built their case against this fellow in Jacksonville, Florida, who reported his wife missing on a trip to Miami.
The man told investigators they had checked into a Miami hotel and he went to a fast-food place for take-out. Police were able to check that out. He had indeed bought a sandwich and fries at that restaurant, they found, but only one order. Nothing for his wife.
“If I had decided to say these things aloud, I would have betrayed Your people” (Psalm 73:15).
I fear for the souls of those who write and speak of their hostility to the Christian faith, to declare their atheism, and to denounce Scripture.
What if they change their minds?
It has happened.
And yet, that “thing” they wrote is out there, wreaking its havoc, doing its damage, spreading its slander. Meanwhile, the author would give anything to have not written it and to get it back.
What some do, I fear is, rather than going public with their regret and asking for forgiveness, they compound the error.
“Barnabas and Saul” (Acts 13:7). “Paul and his companions” (Acts 13:13). “Paul and Barnabas” (Acts 13:43).
Sometimes when we say “He must increase; I must decrease,” it’s not Jesus we’re referring to, but a brother or sister of ours.
Early in my seminary pastorate, I looked around for quick ways to make a difference in our little bayou church. Since I had been a secretary for several years and typing and running printing machines were second nature to me, I decided the church bulletin would receive my attention.
I asked Mrs. Porter, the lovely senior lady who had the weekly responsibility of gathering the information, typing it into the form, and printing it as a handout bulletin for Sunday services, if I could take it over. To her credit, she was not offended, but delighted to get rid of that task. (She had plenty of other responsibilities. As I say, it was a small church.)
The bulletin I produced was sharper than hers. The typing was clearer, the English was classier, and the overall appearance was better.
I had made a serious mistake.
“Let no one despise your youth; instead, you should be an example to the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity…” (I Timothy 4:12)
People love to give advice to young adults just entering the ministry. I’m sure they think they’re helping.
I was a senior in college when the Lord fingered me for the ministry. When my coal miner Dad got the news, even though his experience with church leadership was minimal, he had advice for his number three son. “Start off pastoring small churches. That way you learn how to do it before moving on to the bigger places.”
As if I had a choice.
“He brought me out to a wide-open space; He rescued me because He delighted in me” (2 Samuel 22:20).
Wedged into the middle seat on a flight from Nashville to New Orleans recently, the thought occurred to me that if a person were claustrophobic, he would run screaming from this plane.
The Southwest flight was completely sold-out and several times the flight attendant announced that all the overhead bins were filled and other passengers would have to check their baggage. I managed to squeeze in between two full grown men, which meant our shoulders were practically bumping. The one hour ten minute flight ends up taking another half-hour because we board early in order to wedge everyone into this sardine can.
Tight spaces. It’s a way of life these days.
(If you read this and come away thinking I’m against big churches, then you missed the point. When I read this to my wife, she said, “You’re talking about yourself.” No doubt.)
You’re walking down the street enjoying the day. Suddenly , you become aware that a celebrity car–one of those Lamborghinis, let’s say–is slowly cruising down the avenue. It is a head-turner. You’ve never seen anything like this. What must it cost, you wonder. A fortune.
And can you imagine the upkeep on such a thing? To replace a part would mean importing something from Mars.
You cannot afford it, and don’t even want it. You just look at it in fascination the way you would if the Space Challenger were passing overhead. “Gol-lee.”
“But as for you, keep a clear head about everything, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, fulfil your ministry” (2 Timothy 4:5).
The deacons in Church A promised the new pastor that if he would come, they would deal with a difficult situation they had been condoning and which was destroying the witness of the church.
A man and woman in leadership positions were co-habiting as husband and wife, though unmarried. The deacons agreed that it was unscriptural and could not be condoned and that they would address it.
Six months later, the pastor resigned.
He was informed that the deacon leadership had no intention of acting. “We’re cowards,” the chairman said.
That’s when the pastor tried to deal with it himself.
“As for me, I shall behold Thy face in righteousness. I will be satisfied with Thy likeness when I awake” (Psalm 17:15).
The next time you hear someone say the Old Testament knows nothing about eternal life or Heaven, I’d like to suggest what your response should be.
Tell them, “It would be good for you to read your Bible before making such a statement.”
Job asked the question of the ages when he said, “If a man die, will he live again?” (Job 14:14) Every generation of every culture in every civilization before and since has asked that, and each has answered it in its own way.
Five chapters later, Job answered his own question.
“Plans fail when there is no counsel, but with many advisers they succeed” (Proverbs 15:22). “Victory comes with many counselors” (Proverbs 24:6).
Sometimes the poor relationship we have with someone may color our reaction to something wise they share.
The challenge is to listen to everyone, even our severest critics. Taking their counsel on something of worth may end up being the first step in building a bridge of reconciliation.
This particular church member had rejected my ministry and was working behind the scenes to oust me from that church.
So when he made a suggestion that actually made sense, I was not in the mood to accept it. Had he suggested we buy giant-sized blizzards at the Dairy Queen, his treat, I’d probably have scoffed.
Here’s what happened..
He said, “Joe, look at old Mr. Mossback. He has no business being a greeter in this church. The man could star in a horror flick.”
He was right.
“And whoever gives just a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is a disciple–I assure you, He will never lose his reward” (Matthew 10:42).
I’m the only person I know who picks up stray pennies.
I add them to my coil cup which will eventually be given to missions.
Every little bit counts.
The gospel song goes….
“If just a cup of water I place within your hand
Then just a cup of water is all that I command….”
What could be smaller than a cup of water? What gift could be less costly when given or more appreciated when received? What more insignificant act could the Heavenly Father possibly take note of and enter into His records for Judgment? And yet, there it is, from the mouth of the Savior Himself.