“And their works do follow them” (Revelation 14:13). 

“Pastor, my aunt Bernice would like you to visit her this week. There’s something she wants to talk with you about.”

I knew this young deacon’s Aunt Bernice. She was up in years and sickly, and while not a member of our church, she was related to several.  With her years and health, I figured she wanted to talk with the minister about getting ready to see the Lord.

She did, but not in the way I had expected.

The next afternoon, as we sat in her living room, Miss Bernice said, “Pastor, I know I’m saved. I have no doubt about that. I remember being saved. But there’s something else bothering me.”

“Pastor, I haven’t done right by the church.”

She continued, “As a young adult, I got away from the church. I raised my son without the church and really came to regret it. And now I’m old and can’t even go. But if you’d let me, I’d like to put my membership in and become a member. I’ll pray for you all and send an offering from my monthly check.”

I assured her we would be honored to receive her, and took care of that the next Sunday.

On the way back to the church office that day, I asked myself, “Have you done right with the Lord’s church?”

Good question for each of us to consider.

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I once shared this story with Dr. Warren Wiersbe, who was a great admirer of Charles Haddon Spurgeon, considered by many to be the 19th century’s greatest preacher. Even though Wiersbe had written of Spurgeon and probably knew as much about the man as anyone, he was unfamiliar with the story.

The source is an 1898 book, The Unexpected Christ, by Louis Albert Banks.

The chapter in which the story is located is headed, “Christ Cleansing the Temple of the Soul,” based from Luke 19:45-46.

“Mr. Spurgeon said that in his young ministry he received a tremendous spiritual uplift which was felt through all his later life by a strange revelation which came to him in a dream.

“He was sitting in an armchair, wearied with his work. He had fallen asleep in a very self-complacent sort of mood, as his work at the time was unusually successful. As he slept he thought a stranger entered the room, and though his face was benign, he carried suspended about his person measures and chemical agents and implements, which gave him a very strange appearance.

“The stranger came toward him, and extending his hand, said, ‘How is your zeal?’

“Mr. Spurgeon supposed when he began his question that the query was to be for his health, but was pleased to hear his final word; for he was quite well pleased with his zeal, and doubted not that the stranger would smile when he should know its proportions. Instantly he conceived of it as physical quantity, and putting his hand into his bosom brought it forth and presented it to the stranger for inspection.

“He took it and placed it in his scales, weighing it carefully. Mr. Spurgeon heard him say, ‘One hundred pounds!’

“He could scarcely suppress an audible note of satisfaction; but he caught the visitor’s earnest look as he noted down the weight, and he saw at once that the man with the scales had drawn no final conclusion, but was intent on pushing his investigation.

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“Pastor, my aunt Bernice would like you to visit her this week. There’s something she wants to talk with you about.”

I knew this young deacon’s Aunt Bernice. She was up in years and sickly, and while not a member of our church, she was related to quite a number. I figured with her years and health, she wanted to talk with the minister about getting read to see the Lord.

She did, but not in the way I had expected.

The next afternoon, as we sat in the living room of her small shotgun house, she said, “Pastor, I know I’m saved. I have no doubt about that. I remember being saved. But there’s something else bothering me.”

“Pastor, I haven’t done right by the church.”

She continued, “As a young adult, I got away from the church and quit going. I raised my son without the church and really came to regret it. And now I’m old and can’t even go. But if you’d let me, I’d like to put my membership in and become a member. I’ll pray for you all and send an offering from my monthly check.”

I assured her we would be honored to receive her, and took care of that the next Sunday.

I never forgot her statement—“I haven’t done right by the church”—and have had occasion over the years since to tell her story, then ask my hearers, “Have you done right by the Lord’s church?”

A man in our congregation was dying. On one occasion as I visited in his home, he asked to speak to me privately. I felt it coming: he wanted to confess something that was bothering him before he went to meet the Savior.

I was right.

“Pastor,” he said, “when I was a much younger man, I did some experimentation in my personal life that I’m ashamed of.”

He told the story, then said, “I’ve asked the Lord to forgive me, but it still troubles me. I don’t want to go into eternity with that on the record. Can you help me?”

Have you ever had one of those times when you felt the nearness of the Lord so heavily you could almost reach out and touch Him? That moment was just so.

I said, “My dear brother, the Lord has forgiven you for that sin and all the others. Jesus Christ paid for your sins with His blood.”

He looked at me and said nothing. So I added something I had never said in my entire life to that point.

“I want you to know, I forgive you for your sin.”

At that moment, I knew what it means to be a priest. I was standing in the stead of the Lord Himself for a brief shining instant.

The peace of the Lord washed over him and a few days later, he went to heaven.

I need to make a confession here.

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