“We are not ignorant of his devices,” Paul says of the one variously called in scripture as destroyer, tempter, and adversary (II Corinthians 2:11). We know that one of his favorite tampering grounds is the memories of believers.

Here are eight ways I’ve learned over a lengthy ministry that Satan uses to sabotage Christian influence and poison Christian behavior by messing with the remembering/forgetting mechanism of the Lord’s people… .

One: We remember the “good” from the bad, old life.

In the wilderness, Israel forgot the slavery and cruelties from their Egyptian captors and recalled only the few pleasures. “We remember the fish, the melons, cucumbers, leeks, onions and garlic,” they said in Numbers 11:5.

Vance Havner used to castigate Israel for their bellyaching and shallow cravings. “Melons — they are 95 percent water! Cucumbers — 12 inches of indigestion! And the onions and garlic — well, they speak for themselves!”

After we have come to Christ and been forgiven for the past, then to return to that trash heap and pick through the refuse to savor some choice morsels — not a good thing. “As a dog returns to its own vomit, so a fool repeats his folly” (Proverbs 26:11). That proverb was cited by the Apostle Peter in the New Testament concerning people who drop back into their sinful ways. “It has happened to them according to the true proverb,

Some of the richest events in my life have been happenings, moments that God in Heaven clearly planned but which on this end seemed spontaneous and proved to be lastingly rewarding.

Last Wednesday, I got word the mother of a friend had died and the funeral would be Saturday afternoon in Gadsden, Alabama. Larry Black, the long-time (now retired) minister of music at the First Baptist Church of Jackson, MS, and I became colleagues on that staff nearly 40 years ago and have remained friends ever since. I served in Jackson only 3 years before departing to pastor, but Larry stayed more than three decades. In the process he earned a reputation as the absolute finest worship leader in the country, period. I’m not alone in that estimation. He built an incredible music ministry in that church and worked with some of America’s greatest preachers in revivals and crusades.

Since we are about the same age, and both Alabama boys with similar backgrounds, over the years Larry and I used every opportunity to visit and talk about our raising and our parents and our kids. In seminary, he served the great Mid-City Baptist Church in New Orleans under Pastor Paul Driscoll, and developed a love for this town and an addiction to certain of its foods.

I needed to attend this funeral. Margaret and Neil agreed.

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I was surprised how deeply Mike’s visit and prayer touched me.

I had told our church staff that Margaret would be having foot surgery the following day and that they should not bother coming by the hospital. And yet, the next morning, there he was–Mike Dupont, our student minister, come to pray for his pastor-and-wife on his assigned day to make the hospital rounds.

Margaret had been prepped for surgery and we were idling away the time, waiting for the OR people to come for her. In walked Mike. He gave Margaret a hug–she thought of him as one of her sons–and we chatted. Then he led us in prayer and left.

A warmth passed over me, a feeling of being loved and ministered to.

This certainly was not the first time I’d been in the hospital and visited by a church member or a minister. As a veteran of several surgeries, both serious and minor, beginning at the age of 9, I have known my share of hospitalizations and been ministered to on numerous occasions by clergy and laity alike. But this was special, for reasons I cannot tell you.

That was some six or seven years ago, and I remember Mike’s visit like it was this morning.

If I were a betting man, I’d wager that I’m not alone in being surprised at how a hospital visit and prayer could bless a minister. My strong hunch is that most church members have never given a thought to the pastor needing a personal visit and prayer or some similar touch.

Now, having said that, we need to try to clarify something.

Not every pastor needs a church member to walk in this morning and lead him in prayer.

We’re all different and all in a state of flux, of change, of growth and movement and transition. What works today doesn’t necessarily work tomorrow. What I crave today might be irrelevant in a week.

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–To the motorcyclist on the interstate this morning, I’d like to say: “Friend, you need to understand a law of physics. The faster you go, the smaller you become and the more invisible you appear to the other motorists.”

People who ride these killer machines — and some are dear friends and brothers in the ministry — do so for the freedom, the exhilaration of the fresh air and the open road, and yes, let’s admit it, the sensation of speed. Nothing has the pick-up of a Harley on a highway. That’s what makes them doubly dangerous.

In the first place, other drivers don’t see you as a matter of routine. They’re watching for other cars and trucks, not for a bicycle-on-steroids, and that’s why even good and faithful motorists have sometimes inadvertently pulled into the path of an oncoming motorcycle. Secondly, if you increase your speed to something horrendous — this morning, the traffic was moving at 65 to 70 mph and the motorcycle had to have been doing 90 — I can almost guarantee you that no motorist will notice you until you are on top of them. That’s why every week in this city — every blessed week! — we have people killed on motorcycles.

–to the pastor who has lost his vision for his community, I’d like to say: “Dear brother, either resign or ask God to give you a new vision for the people inside and around your church.”

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The stark headline — in large red letters against a black background — blaring at the reader from the front of the April 13 Newsweek announces “The Decline and Fall of Christian America” by Jon Meacham, the editor.

The first thing Meacham admits in his personal column, however, is that the title is overblown. They’re selling magazines. Meacham says, “Christianity is not depleted or dying; it remains a vibrant force in the lives of billions.”

So, what happened?

Someone took a poll and found that fewer people are calling themselves Christians than a few years back and more Americans say their religion is “nothing at all.” Publishing houses quickly went into overdrive churning out books announcing the failure of Jesus Christ’s mission. The religion page of Saturday’s Times-Picayune depicts a book titled “Nothing: Something to Believe In.”

Give me a break.

I’m by this the way I am about the television news a couple of days ago describing the panic in America as a result of a) Obama’s election and b) the increase in murder/suicides by crazies, both of which, we’re told, have resulted in a rush to buy more guns and stock up on ammunition.

Talk about over-reacting.

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How does this look for a sermon on prayer? Text: “But certainly God has heard me; He has attended to the voice of my prayer. Blessed be God, who has not turned away my prayer, nor His mercy from me” (Psalm 66:19-20).

And here are some possible points:

HOW DEAR

HOW NEAR

HOW CLEAR

HOW QUEER

Still with me? “How dear” is our God who would deign to hear from people such as you and I, sinners all. Somewhere I recall hearing of some pagan who for the first time learned about the God revealed in Scriptures. He exclaimed, “There! I always told you there had to be a god like that!”

“How near” is our God to us when we pray. He is near to the brokenhearted (Psa. 34:18) and near to all who call upon Him (Psa. 145:18). We are wise to call upon Him when He is near (Isa. 55:6). God says, “Am I a God who is near? And not a God far off (Jeremiah 23:23)?”

“How clear” is the Scripture’s teachings on this. “It will also come to pass that before they call, I will answer, and while they are still speaking, I will hear” (Isa. 65:24). “You have not because you ask not” (James 4:3). “Ask and you shall receive” (Matthew 7:7). What could be clearer?

“How queer” it is that even with all these insights and promises and a Lord so great, so loving and so available, we pray so little, so poorly, and so ineffectively.

The Lord Jesus said, “Until now you have asked for nothing in my name. Ask and you will receive that your joy may be made full” (John 16:24).

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I’m struck by Paul’s tribute to Stephanas in I Corinthians 16. Along with his circle of family and friends, this brother in the Lord did three things earning him an “honorable mention” in Holy Scripture—

1. Stephanas and his circle of family and friends were addicted to ministry. That’s quite a tribute. In our day, when people see needs, they do as the Lord’s disciples did in the early part of John 9 and get into debates over who is to blame. But there are among us a few who have no time for such pointless dilly-dallying. They jump in to see what they can do to alleviate the situation.

2. Stephanas and his gang filled the cracks of service. Paul says, “They completed what was lacking on your part.” It would have been so easy for Stephanas to become angry over dropped commitments and failed promises. But he didn’t. When the pledges of support from Corinth did not arrive as promised, Stephanas stepped in and ministered to Paul in whatever ways he required. (There’s no way to know, but I’m betting Paul needed some cash!)

3. As a result, Paul says, “they refreshed my spirit.” (I Corinthians 16:18) All around the great apostle were people who were bleeding him dry — draining his spirit, eroding his strength, exhausting his patience. Then, along comes Stephanas and his friends. When they depart, Paul is recharged, renewed, refreshed, and ready to go again.

That’s the kind of person I want to be. “Lord, make me a refresher. I want to be one who finds the brother in the ditch or sprawled along the wayside where life has felled him, and stands him on his feet.”

I like finding signs with misprints. Often these are the results of a miscommunication between the person who orders it and the one who prints it. For instance, a sign in front of a local neighborhood center announced: “A DULT DANCE — Thursday 7 pm.” It was repeated just like that on the other side.

I read that and wondered, “What is a dult? And why are they invited to the dance and no one else?”

In a book, this misprint gave me a chuckle: “They are up there hugging one anther.” Someone had written underneath, “I’ll hug an anther. Show me one.”

That all brings to mind a famous bit of graffiti observed on a New York subway. Someone had scrawled, “I love grils.” Underneath, another person had written: “Girls.” And under that, a third person had penned: “But what about us grils?”

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Our firstborn son Neil was ordained as a deacon Sunday night at the First Baptist Church of Kenner. He and five others “are already deacons,” said Pastor Mike Miller. “We’re only recognizing the reality of who these men are — servants in every way.”

Unbeknownst to Neil, some of our family came in for the occasion. One day last week, I told him, “I need two times with you Saturday—at 3:30 and at 7 o’clock. I need you to go somewhere with me.” He said, “Dad! That’s the Final Four weekend! I have these games to watch.” I laughed, “Tough.” And then assured him he wouldn’t miss much of them.

Saturday at 3:30, he and I drove toward the airport, only 5 minutes from his house. He said, “Who do I know who is flying in for this?” Then, when he saw I was pulling into the departure area, he said, “You’re sending me somewhere.” Earlier, he guessed we were renting him a convertible since the weather was so stupendous. (I might have if I’d thought of it!)

As we cruised along slowly in front of the terminal, he said, “There’s Marty!” (His brother) He jumped out and they bear-hugged. A precious moment.

At 7 o’clock that night, he (per instructions) drove to my house in his van. I said, “Let’s go downtown.” Since we have never ever met any incoming visitors downtown — they either drive in or fly in — he had no clue what we were doing. When I said, “Turn left on Loyola,” he said, “Okay, who do I know who would come to see us on Greyhound?” I said, “Or Amtrak.” (The same building offers both bus and train service.)

We parked in the loading zone and I said, “I’ll stay with the van. Go inside and walk around until you see someone you know.” A few minutes later, he exited carrying luggage, and was followed by my two sisters, Patricia Phelps and Carolyn Lampman and Trish’s daughter Deanna. A great surprise. Neil told them, “I am so honored you would do this for me.”

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We wrote this caption on a poster Wednesday at our monthly ministers’ meeting. Before soliciting their suggestions on what to tell our congregations concerning the economic situation our country is facing, I posed a different question to them.

“How many of your churches are hurting financially, how many are holding their own, and how many are doing better this year than last?”

Interestingly, only four pastors indicated their congregational giving was down, a larger number — perhaps ten — said their giving was about the same, and six indicated their contributions are higher than last year.

I was surprised. The church contributions to the association for both February and March are down considerably except for a substantial gift from one church in February that offset the otherwise negative numbers. My hunch was that, just as we hear of denominational agencies cutting back on expenses as a result of declining revenues, at the grass roots level our church incomes are suffering and are thus the ultimate culprit.

The fact that we are doing well (in the local churches) might be an anomaly for Louisiana, since we constantly hear that this state is not suffering the declines in employment or personal income other states are facing. Much of this is due to the rebuilding boom in the New Orleans area, a phenomenon associated with post-Hurricane Katrina life.

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