Overlooked Scriptures Number One: “Does Jesus believe in me?”

“Now, when Jesus was in Jerusalem at the Passover, during the feast, many believed in His name when they saw the signs which He did. But Jesus did not commit Himself to them, because He knew all men, and had no need that anyone should testify of man, for He knew what was in man” (John 2:23-25).

They believed in Jesus, but He did not believe in them.

Think on that for a moment.

Is it possible that for a person to believe in Jesus and still not be saved?

Doesn’t Scripture make belief in Him the essence of salvation?

Look at the incident above, from John 2.  I’m thinking there is nothing else like it in the Word.  The Greek words are one and the same there.  They believed in Jesus but He did not believe in them.

Immediately after that encounter, we have the Lord’s encounter with Nicodemus.  That’s where we have John 3:16 promising that “whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”  Earlier, in John 1:12 we read “…to them He gave the right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name.”

And yet, the passage in John 2 makes it clear that some who “believed” in Jesus were not born again.  The reason given is a fascinating one:  Jesus did not believe in them.

Please do not rush past this.  Let’s consider it.

Have you ever wondered whether Jesus believes in you?

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Heaven is preposterous! that’s why it’s so good.

Imagine this conversation.

You’re on a distant planet, maybe in another galaxy.  And you are talking to a friend about the most wonderful planet either of you has ever imagined.

You: And this Earth, it’s supposed to be beautiful, right?  With glorious landscapes and fresh air and four seasons!  This planet is situated just the exact right distance from the sun to sustain life! And there are oceans and mountains, rivers and seashores, farms and villages and cities!  And I hear you can spend your days fishing or mountain-climbing or flying a kite! Oh, and the food is incredible, every kind imaginable!  Sounds good, doesn’t it? 

Your friend: You know this is preposterous, don’t you?

You:  Of course.  In the entire universe, there’s nothing else like it.  Look around.  Do you see anything like I’ve just described?  Most of the planets are either balls of hot rock or globes of fiery gases.

Who could imagine Earth?

And yet–here we are. Living on it, enjoying it, taking it for granted, as though it’s the most common thing in the universe.

We would tell our alien visitors, “Not only is there an Earth, but it is so perfect, once you get there, you can live in peace and comfort all your days–three score and ten and possibly beyond–without a single thought as to how it’s all happening.  If you like, you can spend your existence studying, say, the life of Abraham Lincoln or Winston Churchill, even trying to become a leader like them, without giving one thought to the air you breathe, the spinning of the Earth on its axis, the orbit it’s taking around the sun, the condition of the sun, or the journey of the Galaxy throughout the universe.”

And if your visitor says, “That’s preposterous,” you respond: “I know. Isn’t it wonderful?”

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Make Jesus proud of you

When the Son of Man comes, will He find faith on earth? (Luke 18:8)

What Jesus was looking for — was when He walked the dusty roads of Galilee and still today — is faith. Nothing touches His heart like encountering someone who believes in Him and accepts that He is the Son of the living God. “Without faith it is impossible to please God,” we read in Hebrews 11:6.

That’s the point.

Four men heard Jesus was in the little house down the road and sprang into action. For days, they had been waiting on this moment. They hurried down to their friend’s house and loaded him onto a pallet. (I call it a pallet. It could have been something as simple as a quilt.) Each grabbed a corner and they hoisted up their paralyzed colleague and proceeded out the door and down the road. Today, their friend would meet Jesus the Healer.

Arriving at the house, they ran into a problem. The place was packed out. People were stuffed into the doorways and hanging out the windows. No one made any move toward opening a way into the house for them.

Okay.  They had to do something.  Waiting until the Lord ended His teaching inside was not an option.  Paralyzed people have needs.  And those caring for them need to act promptly.

The four men, still bearing their burden of love, walked around the side of the house and up the outside stairs to the roof. (Note: Some may need reminding that in that part of the world, homes were constructed with flat tops so that on hot nights, family could sleep outside for coolness and atop the house for safety. If they had guests, the roof functioned as an extra bedroom.)

They laid the man down and proceeded to tearing into the roof.

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Where is God? she asked. He had the answer.

Patty Duke’s autobiography is Call Me Anna.  One evening last week Bertha and I caught the last of the movie The Miracle Worker, in which Patty Duke played a young Helen Keller.  For her amazing performance, she became the youngest person to win the Academy Award.

We were so touched by her performance, I went online and found her autobiography and ordered it that night.  It was delivered two days later.

Patty Duke’s childhood was a mess by any standards.  You read of how she was treated–used, abused, manipulated, lied to–and you feel some people are going to burn in hell for this.  I’ve not finished the book–I read a couple of chapters and lay the book aside for a day or two–it’s difficult.  And today I came across this…

Patty Duke became involved in the Muscular Dystrophy Association.  She says, For someone my age who had not been trained to deal with seriously ill people, (this work) was initially traumatic.  It takes an enormous toll to see these exquisite-looking, bright children who are withered and tortured in their little bodies.  You might be bright and cheery in front of them, but inside it hurts and you’re enraged.  You’re saying to yourself, ‘What the hell is life about? Where’s this just God I keep hearing about?’  It’s tough stuff to wrestle with, especially when all (the parent-substitutes) would give me were trite answers to serious questions.  

I have read further, but cannot get past this outburst in which she blames God for the suffering.

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What we know about how God works

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways” (Isaiah 55:8).

“When the Son of Man comes, will He find faith on earth?” (Luke 18:8)

On the farm, after we killed the hog, someone had to make cracklings, known otherwise as “cooking the lard.”  (They were never pronounced “cracklings;” the ‘g’ was always dropped.)

A fire was built under a black iron pot into which cut-up portions of the less-desirable fatty hog meat was thrown.  As a worker stood by stirring, the contents boiled and bubbled and gradually released the lard, leaving behind a crisp rind (called the cracklin’), sometimes carrying a streak of lean.  The lard went into gallon containers for household cooking throughout the year. Cracklins became snack-foods for relaxing times, and can be bought commercially even today.

Now, in a similar (but very different!) way, the messages I have preached over six decades of  ministry have been boiled down to their essence. (No greasy rinds left, however!)  Mostly, the result–that is, the gist of my preaching these days–may end up looking something like this….

When God begins to act, He loves to start small, use ordinary people, employ the most surprising methods, and take His own good time about it. Only people of faith will still be standing by at the end, watching to see what God has done, on hand to bask in the glory He is revealing.

Or, more concisely, “Our God is in the Heavens; He does whatever He pleases.”  That happens to be Psalm 115:3.

Our Lord, being God, can do this any way He pleases. But what I have noticed and what I preach is that His way most often seems to involve the following:

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Things a pastor does not know

As a born-again believer in the Lord Jesus Christ, we know a great many things.  “We know that we have passed from death unto life because we love the brethren” (I John 3:14).  “We know love” (3:16). “We know that we are of the truth” (3:19). “We know that He abides in us” (3:24).

But–concerning those of us called as pastors–there remains so much we do not know.  Here are some things that come to mind which we do not know.

1) Pastors do not know what their people are going through.

True, we know some of what several are experiencing. But even with those closest to you, so much of their personal lives is hidden from all but God.

2) Pastors do not know what God is doing in each life.

It’s like the wind which blows, said our Lord to Nicodemus. “It blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes” (John 3:8).

3) No pastor knows the plans the Lord has for each one.

“What about him?” said Peter to the Lord, pointing to John.  “What is that to you?” said Jesus. “You follow me” (John 21:21-22).

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What pastor search committees fear most

“Why did you fear? Where is your faith?” (Mark 4:40)

“For we walk by faith, and not by sight” (2 Corinthians 5:7).

You should read my mail.

Well, maybe you shouldn’t.  You might come away disgusted with the notion that our churches operate in faith, trust God supremely, and always want to do the honorable thing.  Some do; many do not.

A young minister I know is well-trained and very capable, has been called of God and has a heart for ministry.  Some church is going to love having him as pastor.  If they ever decide to call him.

For some reason, pastor search committees are deathly afraid of him.

Time and again committees invite him to visit their church, interview him, and then, because of factors known only to them, pass him over in favor of safer candidates.

I said to him: “By now you know the typical pastor search committee operates more out of fear than from faith.”

They seem to be afraid that….

–they will make the wrong choice.

–the congregation will reject their recommendation.

–some influential church members will scoff at their choice

–they will be seen to be extremists of one kind or the other: Calvinists or Arminians, liberal or fundamental, right-wing nut or social activist, independent or too dependent.

–that in calling someone “different,” they will be seen as doing something unusual, strange, or even “by faith,” Lord help us.

Or possibly, they fear that they shall be seen as operating out of fear.

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I’m against boredom. Here’s why.

All my life, I’ve had a low threshold for boredom. I don’t like being bored (which explains why I don’t do a lot of things) and I don’t like boring people–if I know it and can help it! And that explains a lot of my preaching, I suppose.

The Lord has wonderfully blessed my life with such variety that it prevents me from being stuck in a rut. My days are never the same and endlessly full of joy.

Take one particular week from my journal, for instance….

Sunday, I took a friend to church with me. He’s a new believer, even though he’s only a few years younger than me. I’m more or less introducing him to various churches. We talk about what to expect before we get there, I whisper to him a few times in the service (“That’s the visitor’s attendance slip; fill it out if you want to, but you don’t have to”), and I introduce him to people. When the pastor baptized last Sunday, I leaned over and remarked that “this is how we baptize, although every pastor does it pretty much his own way.”

We stood in the parking lot after church and talked about the sermon. The pastor had spoken on having a heart for God. My friend said it had really spoken to him. I said, “You know you can come back here any time you wish. You don’t need me with you.” He laughed. “Joe, going to church with you is like attending a baseball game with George Steinbrenner. You know everyone.”

I’ve smiled at that ever since.

Two days later, Steinbrenner made the front pages of the nation’s papers. A heart attack took him at the age of 80. People were falling all over themselves to praise him. Which is all right, of course. There’s little to be gained from saying that in addition to all those great things he did, Steinbrenner was brutal on those who worked for him.

One fellow said Steinbrenner fired him one night. “The secretary called me later and told me I was not fired, to come to work the next day. I came in at 9 o’clock instead of 8. George saw me and said, ‘This office starts work at 8 o’clock. Come in late again and you’re fired.’” Johnny One-note. It seems the only way he knew to motivate people was to threaten to terminate them. That’s sad, if you ask me.

That was Sunday. Then, on Monday….

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When we backslide, a dozen things happen. All of them bad.

“The way of the transgressor is hard” (Proverbs 13:15)  

What started this was a note from a fellow who took issue with something I said about the church.  He had no use for the church, he said. Every church he’d ever attended preached a shallow message, the sermons were mind-numbingly boring, and the people were dull and listless.  After venting, he wondered if I’d be interested in some essays he’d written about the church.  (Would it surprise you to know I declined?)

In our exchange, I said, “Could I tell you something that happened to me?  Even though I’ve been preaching for over half a century, at least twice during that time, I have gotten out of fellowship with the Lord.  What we call “backsliding.”

And when that happened, I noticed something surprising.  I became negative about my fellow church members and critical of the other ministers.  Then, when I humbled myself and repented, I saw them in a new light and found myself loving them. That was a fascinating thing to learn.

This was as gentle a way as I could find to tell the man that my money is on his being in rebellion against God. In his backslidden state, he is understandably down on the Lord’s people.

Backsliding.  Interesting term, isn’t it?  It says what it is, and needs little explanation.

You’re saved, you love the Lord, you’re doing well, and then you fall into sin one way or the other. Perhaps you slipped or you plunged headfirst, knowing full well what you were doing.

Now, look at you.  God seems so far away, and the closeness you once had with Him is only a distant memory.

You remember with longing when you felt so close to the Lord, so clean and pure, and so happy in Him.  You delighted in reading His word and perhaps in teaching it.  You loved gathering with the Lord’s people and singing the hymns and praying together.

But not now.

You are miserable.  You put up a false front and act like all is well. But something in your heart has died. The light has gone out.

What’s wrong?  You have fallen into sin.  The joy has disappeared, replaced by guilt and anger.

A backslidden state is a miserable place to visit but a terrible place to live.

When this happens, a hundred things take place in your life.  None of them good.  Here’s my short list of the bad things that occur when we are backslidden….

1) The rebel is holding Jesus in contempt. 

The Lord takes your rejecting Him personally. Your turning to sin is an insult.

When Israel fell away in Old Testament days, the Lord sounding like a spurned lover, said, “What fault did you find in me? What did the idols offer which I cannot give?” (cf.Jeremiah 2:5)

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Thankfully, Peter did not walk a mile on water. Here’s why.

“But seeing the wind, Peter became afraid and beginning to sink, he cried out, ‘Save me, Lord!’ And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and took hold of him….” (Matthew 14:30-31).

You’ve seen the video of the Boston Red Sox first baseman letting that World Series game-winning single run through his legs. It’s iconic.

It was the 1986 World Series and the player was Bill Buckner.

Had Buckner caught that ball and stepped on first base, the game would have been over and the Red Sox would have ended that so-called curse a full fifteen or twenty years earlier than they did.  Ask the Buckner family.  The video has run a zillion times on Youtube and in the minds of the fans.  They have enshrined his failure.  Most Red Sox fans forget all the thousands of put-outs Buckner made at first base, the hits he got, the runs he produced.

That is how the Apostle Peter must have felt.

Think of Simon Peter walking on the water to Jesus that night when the winds howled and the sea raged and far from being impressed–as one would think we should be!–we see only that he took his eyes off Jesus and put them on the wave, and began to sink.  As though we would have done better!

Actually, we should be glad Peter did that.  Yes, we should rejoice that he walked those few steps on the Galilee and yes, we should be impressed.  But everything inside me gives thanks that after that, Peter had a problem with what he was doing and messed it up.

Just imagine…

Suppose Peter had spent 30 minutes or an hour outside the boat, walking and then dancing and then pirouetting across the sea!

Get that picture in your mind’s eye.  At first, he walks hesitantly toward Jesus.  Then, more confidently.  And then he gets the hang of it and strides more confidently.  And finally, he’s jumping and running and bouncing.

“Peter, that’s enough.  You can come in now.”  The Lord had to call him inside, to get back in the boat with the rest of the disciples and to settle down.

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