The resurrection of Jesus: The Ultimate Game-Changer

“For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus” (I Thessalonians 4:14).

If Jesus really did rise from the dead as Scripture claims and as Christians hold, then nothing is the same and everything has changed forever.

The reason Christians are positively giddy about the Easter Event–the resurrection of Jesus–is that in walking out of that tomb and leaving it forever empty,  He broke the stranglehold in which death had held humanity.

We are free.  We are free forever. We are free to live forever.

It doesn’t get any better than this.

Everything stands or falls on whether Jesus rose from the dead that first Easter Sunday morning.

The resurrection of Jesus was Heaven’s imprimatur on Jesus’s ministry, the Father’s validation of Jesus’ every claim, eternity’s “amen” to Jesus’ promises, and convincing evidence that Jesus Christ is everything He said He was.

Prove that He did not rise, that His body is still lying in some grave somewhere, and you will have put a stop to the entire Christian movement.  Thereafter, the few remaining followers of the Man of Galilee would form themselves into a Jesus Memorial Society. Not long before they stopped meeting altogether, they would quit writing “Man of Galilee” and “He” in all caps.

Even the most notorious atheist, adamantly opposed even to the idea that Jesus could have risen from the dead, would concede that if indeed it did happen, it was a game-changer from that moment on.

The ultimate game-changer.  Nothing would ever be the same.

A new reality. That’s what it was.

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God has big plans for you. Just you wait!

“I would have despaired had I not believed I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord. Be strong. Let your heart take courage. Yes, wait on the Lord” (Psalm 27:13-14).

I believe.

I believe I will see.

I believe I will see the goodness of the Lord.

I believe I will see the goodness of the Lord (over there) in the land of the living.

Without that faith, I would have despaired.

Believe or despair. Those are the choices.

There are no other alternatives.

No matter how we try to dress atheism up as a noble choice of right-thinking people, its only logical outcome is darkness and oblivion. The only thing such a philosophy promises is despair.

The Lord’s goodness will be on full display in the “land of the living.”  This world is not the land of the living but of the dying.  The land of the living lies just over the hilltop.

It awaits the faithful.

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Beware of getting your religion from celebrities. Not all get these things right.

We’re told Thomas Jefferson scissored out the portions of the New Testament he found objectionable.  I noticed an ad on the internet where someone is peddling copies of “The Thomas Jefferson Bible.”  None for me, thanks.

He’s had nearly 200 years to regret that bit of presumptive foolishness.

Just because Jefferson said it does not make it right; just because he did it does not mean we should follow suit.

Best not to get our religion from someone who is an expert in one field–science perhaps? or math, biology, or novel-writing–but who is out of his territory when he speaks of God.

Once in a while a celebrity admits he has nothing to say on this subject.  Benjamin Franklin, for instance.

Benjamin Franklin was as smart a man as early America produced.  The range of his interests and the list of his accomplishments is mind-boggling.  But no way does he qualify as a role model for husbands, an example for fathers, or our instructor in matters of the Spirit.

In a letter to Yale President Ezra Stiles shortly before his own death, Franklin wrote:

I believe in one God, creator of the universe.  That he governs it by his providence. That he ought to be worshipped. That the most acceptable thing we can render to him is doing good to his children.  That the soul of man is immortal, and will be treated with justice in another life respecting its conduct in this.  These I take to be the fundamental principles of all sound religion, and I regard them as you do, in whatever sect I meet with them.  As to Jesus of Nazareth…I think the system of morals and his religion as he left them to us, the best the world ever saw, or is likely to see; but I apprehend it has received various corrupting changes, and I have…some doubts as to his divinity; though it is a question I do not dogmatise upon, having never studied it, and think it needless to busy myself with it now, when I expect soon an opportunity of knowing the truth with less trouble.  (from Jon Meacham’s The Hope of Glory: Reflections on the Last Words of Jesus from the Cross). 

To someone giving us his personal creed–I believe this, I believe that–we would ask one question:  “And what is your authority for believing this?”  In taking positions on matters of the spirit world–God, salvation, satan, heaven, hell, and such–pooling our ignorance with one another accomplishes nothing.  One should have good reasons for believing what he/she does.

And the other thing in Franklin’s letter that I find disturbing is his mild interest he shows in the biggest issue in the history of this small planet:  Was Jesus Christ who He said He was?  I appreciate that he does not “dogmatise” upon the subject, being ignorant of it, and likewise appreciate that he does not therefore recommend his views or lack thereof as the norm.  He simply says at his age he will find out soon enough.  One wonders how that turned out.

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How to enjoy being elderly!

In two days I hit birthday number 85.

I have arrived at “elderly.”

I love it.

A friend of mine–Dr. Bill Murfin–used to joke, “I’ll tell you how to live to be a hundred!”  Pause for effect, then he would say, “Get to be 99, then be real careful.”

Both my parents lived to be nearly 96.  Dad died in 2007 at 95 years and 7 months.  Mom died in 2012 at 95 years and 11 months.  So, I have a while to go.

It would be highly presumptuous for me to claim the right to tell anyone how to live to be my age or my parents’ ages.  There are so many variables.

–When you take the surveys about longevity, it usually asks if you are smoking and drinking and using drugs.  If you check ‘no’ to each of these, there’s still no guarantee.  The survey will go on to ask if you are exercising so many minutes a week, walking, etc., if you are eating leafy green vegetables, that sort of thing.

You know and I’m going to state the obvious here: Just because you give all the right answers, there are no guarantees.

–Your genes have a lot to do with these things.  Some people–I’m thinking of my wife of 52 years, Margaret Ann Henderson McKeever–inherit a mixed bunch of genes that almost guarantee the individual a lifetime of health problems.  Not for any bad choices they made, but just because their bodies contained time bombs (for want of a better way of saying it) that they had no control over.

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The secret ingredients to true friendship

The 27th chapter of Proverbs has become a favorite of mine. So much of it concerns friendship.  Consider for instance…

Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but deceitful are the kisses of an enemy….. Do not forsake your own friend or your father’s friend…. Better is a neighbor who is near than a brother far away…. He who blesses his friend with a loud voice early in the morning, it will be reckoned a curse to him…. Iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another….

As they said to George Bailey, “No man with many friends is poor.” Or something to that effect.

The person who can boast many friends is rich indeed

Lately I’ve found myself pondering those people who occupy a strategic spot in my mind, memory, and appreciation. That is, those I consider special friends.

And I think I’ve identified a key element of that kind of close friendship.

The essence of the really close friendship is HONOR.

I’m honored to be this person’s friend. I feel he is better than me. An hour or an afternoon with him is like a gift. Even if we did nothing but browse old bookstores or drink coffee at a sidewalk cafe, the fellowship was like manna from heaven for me.

My friend is better than me and different from me. He (speaking generally here, now) has a mind of his own, does things I cannot, reads books and goes places I haven’t, and always–ALWAYS!–has interesting contributions to whatever we’re discussing at the moment.

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How to solve church problems before they happen!

The number one reason most church problems do so much damage is that the people in the know, those charged with leadership, have not anticipated these things and done the hard work necessary to head them off.

Good preparation will end most church problems before they arise.

Here are 10 rules–principles, suggestions, guideposts, lifelines, call them whatever you wish (call them anything except “laws”)–which, if implemented, can stop the next church split in its tracks and allow this healthy church to go chugging on down the tracks while the devil sits there scratching his head, wondering, “Wha’ happened?” (Old comic book image there)


1. Get your people to praying. 

Prayer is not brackets with which we open and close meetings. Prayer is not tipping our hat to the Almighty to let Him know we are aware He is eavesdropping the proceedings. Prayer is not a formality to be gotten out of the way so we can get on with the good part.

Prayer is calling on the Lord of Heaven and earth to help us, to guide us, to protect and fill and use us. Prayer is accessing Heaven’s power and God’s wisdom for earth’s work.

Once a war breaks out, it’s not too late to pray. But it almost is. It’s never too late to pray, but far better to have been earnest in our praying when matters were in hand and nothing ominous loomed on the horizon.

Prayer for believers is like weight-lifting for athletes: you do it faithfully in the inner room so when you face the opponent you are strong and ready.

This is not a one-time act by a preacher to turn his church into a prayer/powerhouse. It will require many sermons, his example, changes in the order of worship, constant teaching and reminding, and creative plans and challenging reminders for his people.

2. Update your church constitution and bylaws.

These documents are not a strait-jacket to limit the church. Not a shackle to hamper a congregation from doing what it wishes. And definitely not simply a legal document to be turned over to the lawyers in the congregation.

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Anyone can love the lovely and well-behaved. But we have a bigger job than that.

Fred Harvey was a name almost every American knew in the late 1800s and early 1900s. This son of Britain had come to America and made his mark in the food industry. Working with the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe Railroad, he built a chain of restaurants across the great Southwest which became legendary for their insistance on quality and their devotion to the customer.

In his book, Appetite for America: How Visionary Businessman Fred Harvey Built a Railroad Hospitality Empire That Civilized the Wild West, Stephen Fried says Harvey originated the first national chain of restaurants, of hotels, of newsstands, and of bookstores–“in fact, the first national chain of anything–in America.”

You may be familiar with the Judy Garland movie on the Harvey Girls, another innovation of Fred Harvey’s. He recruited single young women in the East, then sent them to work in his restaurants from Kansas City to California. In doing so, he inadvertently provided wives for countless westerners and helped to populate a great segment of the USA.

All of this is just so we can relate one story from the book.

Once, in the short period before women took over the serving duties for his restaurants, Harvey was fielding a complaint from one of his “eating house stewards” about a particularly demanding customer.

“There’s no pleasing that man,” said the steward. “He’s nothing but an out and out crank!”

Harvey responded, “Well, of course he’s a crank! It’s our business to please cranks. Anyone can please a gentleman.”

Pleasing cranks.

Anyone can please a gentleman.

It’s our business.

Why did that line sound familiar to me, I wondered as I read past that little story. I know. It sounds so much like the Lord Jesus.

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Why praying is so hard for some people

Why do we make praying so difficult?  Let the pastor announce he’s planning to bring a sermon on prayer and half the congregation looks for reasons to be out that day.

None of us pray all that well, to be sure.  Even the best of us.  How do I know that?  Because the Bible says so–

We do not know how to pray as we should (Romans 8:26).

There it is, in black and white.  In the Holy Book itself.

Must be true.

Now, I knew I didn’t know much about prayer.  And I sort of figured you have similar problems with praying. But what a surprise to find out the great apostle himself admits to having difficulties praying.

It appears God is asking us to do something none of us do well.

Let’s talk about this.  I’m glad to see Scripture actually addresses the matter.

Let’s start with this–

Scripture tells us God has taken all the work out of prayer. 

Romans 8 says that–

–Romans 8:26-27 informs us that the Holy Spirit intercedes for us.

–Romans 8:34 says the Lord Jesus is in Heaven interceding for us.

–and Romans 8:31 says God the Father is for us.

We’ve got it made, friend.  When we turn to God in prayer, we are not talking to a hostile judge like the widow in Luke 18.  That judge was indifferent to her, angry about her interruptions, he despised her, and he finally gave in to her requests only after she made him miserable enough.

The One we address in prayer is not indifferent to us.  He is our Heavenly Father.  And He is on our side.

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Teach a child and change the world

This is the story of Dr. Joe Bailey of Tupelo, Mississippi.  He told it in 2004 as a tribute to his mentor, Dr. H. O. Leonard.  I hope you love it as much as I do.

His family were farmers, says Dr. Joe Bailey, but since his mother refused to live anywhere but in town, they lived in Coffeeville, population 600. That was precisely across the street from the town doctor.

As far back as Joe Bailey remembers, he wanted to be a medical doctor. In fact, when he was 10, his father suggested that it was time for him to begin helping out on the farm. Young Joe took a deep breath and told him that “if I was going to be a doctor, it would be better if I had a job that would teach me about people.”

The truth is, I really enjoyed the farm, but at age 10 I went to work in the local grocery store for 25 cents an hour (in 1957). I kept the job until I finished high school in 1965. By then I was making $1 an hour and the experiences of dealing with people those eight years have proven invaluable to me.

In the middle of that vocational experience, however, little Joe Bailey began his medical training. Here’s how it happened.

When he was 11, young Joe climbed the steps to Dr. Leonard’s office and knocked at the door. “Yes, Joe, what can I do for you?” said the elderly physician.

“Sir,” Joe said, “I want to be a doctor, and I wondered if I could help you in your office after school. I won’t get in your way. I just want to learn what to do.”

Dr. Leonard smiled, “I think that would be fine, Joe. Why don’t you come by after school tomorrow?”

As he walked down those stairs, young Joe Bailey had the feeling that life had just changed for him forever.

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Ugly behavior in the name of Jesus

I’m remembering an incident some 15 or more years back which seems to have set the pattern for all the years (and politics) since.

President Obama’s health care plan had been passed by Congress and a lot of people were unhappy about it.

What stands out in my memory is how ugly some people were even while presumably occupying the high ground morally. (Let your mind dwell on that for a moment.)

As congressional leaders worked their way through the crowds surrounding the U.S. Capitol building–security and police were everywhere–curses were being spat in their direction by these champions of the unborn.

The gay congressman heard, “Fag!” yelled at him. The N-word was hurled at Congressman John Lewis, a hero of the Civil Rights movement if one ever existed. And we’re told that in the House of Representative itself, a congressman yelled out, “Baby killers!” to those voting for the health-care legislation.

I was in Springfield, Illinois, watching this on television from my hotel room in between worship services at one of our churches. The pastor and I were discussing the behavior of the demonstrators.

This reminded him of the time a deacon hit him in the face and “busted my tooth.”

I said, “I have to hear this story.”

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