Truisms and The Truth
It’s funny the things that we believe. I am often amazed, amused, and alarmed at what some people believe the Bible teaches. For instance, “God helps those who help themselves.” Not found in the Bible. Not a biblical concept. In fact, the Bible teaches the exact opposite. God helps those who realize that they are helpless, and need a Savior.
I’ve heard many other statements attributed to the Bible. “Cleanliness is next to godliness.” “Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” And then there is my all-time favorite. “Let your conscience be your guide.”
I know many people who quote Jiminy Crickets’ line to say that they will listen to their conscience, and follow their heart. Yes, that’s correct. That quote does not come from the Bible, but from the lips of Jiminy Crickets. A fun story, but not a source of true theology.
In fact, this line is far removed from what the Bible says. Consider the words from Jeremiah 17:9.“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?” Do you get that? The prophet says that we cannot trust our hearts. Our hearts will lead us astray. Our consciences can be seared to the point that we will justify all kinds of behavior.
We are living in a time when a philosophy known as “relativism” has taken center stage in so many lives. You confront that philosophy when you hear someone say, “Well, that may be true for you, but it’s not true for me.” No. The fact is if something is true, it is true.
We believe that in science. The law of gravity is always true. Other laws of physics always apply. But the fact is that God’s moral laws do not change either. Don’t let your conscience be your guide. It will lead you astray. Rather, let God’s Word guide you. It will always take you where you need to go.
The Heaven's Declare
As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, my wife and I just completed a trip. We have talked for years about traveling, but up to now we have done very little. Actually, we have traveled more separately than together. I’ve been on mission trips to Ukraine, Nigeria, and several times to Haiti. She has made three trips to Europe with a singing group. We did go to Guatemala together last year.
But we have a goal of visiting every state in our country together, and our recent trip helped us move toward that goal. All total we drove through parts of 15 states as we drove 3200 miles. We saw historical sites and other places of interest. We stood at the top, and then rode a boat to the bottom of the majestic Niagara Falls. We saw the Atlantic Ocean, or inlets therefrom, in Maryland, Delaware, Massachusetts, and Maine. And we saw the beginnings of the turning of the leaves from Maine to upstate New York.
The psalmist said it for us. “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.” May I just be as blunt as I can be? How one can view the magnificence of the painted trees in New England, or the thunderous power of the Falls outside of Buffalo, and come to the conclusion that it is all merely a “cosmic accident” befuddles me. I don’t get it.
Even if you do not trust in the Christian God, it only makes sense to me that a “higher power” of some sort, one with great intelligence and resourcefulness, created this. The book of Genesis tells us that God, after each stage of creation, looked down on what He had made and declared, “Behold, it is good.”
And in that same story the Lord, after creating mankind, considered what He had made and said, “Behold, it is very good.” Then God gave to humans the right and the authority to watch over this world.
What a great and powerful God we worship and serve! He is worthy of our praise and honor. I pray that you will be faithful to give Him the glory He so richly deserves. Give Him your life. It truly belongs to Him.
The Calling
This past Sunday marked a milestone for me. I began my first ministry as the pastor of Evans Creek Baptist Church in Pearl River, Louisiana on October 3, 1982. So as of this past Sunday I have been a pastor for 40 years. And I wasn’t even at my own church! My wife and I worshiped in upstate New York as we were on vacation.
I remember the words of one of my seminary professors around the same time I started at Evans Creek. “Fewer than 50% of you will still be in the ministry when you retire.” And the sad truth is that he was correct. I am grateful for the grace of God that has allowed me to continue in the work to which He called me.
At the age of 17, I received an unmistakable calling to be a pastor. It’s not something I wanted to do. I had planned to teach math and coach basketball. That was my dream, and even as I wrestled with God through my senior year in high school, my main argument with Him was simple. “We need good Christian teachers and coaches.” And indeed, we do. But God had a different plan for me.
In college I had a double major: philosophy and history. I don’t even want an estimate as to the value of that on the open market. I tell you that simply to say that I’m not qualified to do, or be, anything else. There have been times when I wanted to quit. Ministry can be hard.
But oh the blessings of the calling are many. At this point in my life my greatest blessing in ministry is the privilege to serve the church at Shellman Bluff. I am so grateful for my calling, and for the Lord’s care over the last 40 years. I don’t know how many more years I have to serve Him, but I continue to pray for this one thing. It is my desire to, “finish well.” Would you pray that I might do that? And I will pray the same for you.
The Journey
If all goes according to the plan, by now Tina and I will be well up the coast in the midst of our vacation. We are going places we’ve never been, as well as visiting some we have seen before. There was a baseball game in Washington, D.C. on Monday. Then there will be stops in Baltimore and Boston, as well as visits to Niagara Falls, the baseball hall of fame, and Gettysburg. Along the way we hope to see the fall foliage in Maine, Vermont, and New Hampshire. We expect to put 3500 or more miles on the car in 10-11 days. We may need a few days to rest from our vacation.
In the midst of this trip, I will visit seven states I’ve never visited before. I am truly excited about it. We hope to see the place where The Star-Spangled Banner was written, as well as some of the famous sites and ships in and around Boston. And we look forward to eating some of the local cuisine in each place.
We’ve been planning this trip for several months now. Seeing the Braves play in Washington, as well as Cooperstown are mainly for me. Fort McHenry and lobster in Maine are highlights for Tina.
For years we’ve talked about traveling. Since Tina has retired from teaching, we are able to follow a completely different schedule. We hope this is just the first of many journeys around this country, along with perhaps trip to Europe at some point. It really is exciting to consider.
But I know that I’m on another journey today as well. The ultimate destination is the great house of God in heaven. I started that voyage at the age of nine, and I will complete it when the Lord calls me home. Along the way there have been all kinds of sights and sounds. The day will come when the journey ends. Are you ready for your final destination? God is calling you. It is up to you to answer. Don’t miss it.
Consistency Versus Inconsistency
I enjoy golf. I suppose it is my favorite hobby at this time in my life. I have always been competitive, playing baseball, basketball and softball in my younger days. I am far from an accomplished golfer, but I enjoy it, even if it is the hardest game I’ve played.
Golf is fascinating. I can hit a great shot, one that is equal to any hit by the best pro in the world. That’s not bragging. I have made three holes in one. That is as good as anyone else can do!
But then…oh, I can hit some awful shots. Two of my favorites are the shank and the “duck hook.” The shank goes right off the club at two o’clock, usually less than 50 yards. I’ve been told the cause, but I try not to listen to the explanation. It’s too painful to hear. For me, the “duck hook” looks like a small plane coming in for a landing at a hard left angle. Most of the time those balls are never retrieved from either the pond or the woods.
Here’s the deal with golf and me. My greatest consistency is my lack of consistency. I will smack one ball right on target, high and majestic, and everyone in my group will say, “Good shot.” And then I will hit one of those shots, and everyone in the group will say, “Oh,” or they will simply look away so as not to make eye contact. Good shot, bad shot, good shot, horrible shot…it’s really not the best way to play the game.
My golf game is similar to what James describes as the way some talk. He writes, “Out of the same mouth come blessing and cursing.” And then he concludes, “Brothers, it ought not to be so.” James is telling us that we should not speak out of both sides of our mouths. We need to be consistent.
I would love to be more consistent on the golf course. It would make the game more enjoyable. But even more I want to be more consistent in my conversation. I want to true. I want to be kind. I want to be godly. I pray the same for you. Let us be careful to be more consistent in our walk with the Lord. Keep this in mind. People are watching.
9-11
9-11. Just the numbers alone remind us of that day some 21 years ago this past Sunday. Two planes flew into the two towers of the World Trade Center, a third crashed into the Pentagon, and a fourth fell into a field in Pennsylvania thanks to the heroic efforts of several passengers.
Do you remember where you were that day? I was sitting in a restaurant just north of Detroit, having breakfast with a group of pastors. That was our regular Tuesday morning practice. We had no idea how our world was about to change that day.
I remember the owner of the restaurant coming to the back room where we were eating and laughing. With an ashen look on his face he said, “They are attacking us.” In just a moment we were crowded around a 13-inch black and white TV, along with 20 or 30 other customers. Even then we were not sure what was taking place. Before long we were all praying together for our country.
In the weeks that followed, churches across America were full. People were praying. People were seeking God. What has happened since then?
The truth is, we often cry out to God in times of crisis. When life is falling apart around us, we seek for Someone who can truly help us. Instinctively we realize that only God can fill that bill. And yet, when life gets easier, we have a tendency to forget Him.
May I encourage you to place your trust in the Lord, and to call on Him, both in times of trouble and times of peace? We need Him, no matter. And He is always available to us. “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” This is the promise of God to which you can cling. He will never leave you. Thank you, Lord, for that promise.
The Best-Selling Book
“Do you understand what you are reading?” These were the words that Philip asked the man from Ethiopia. “How can I, unless someone guides me,” was the response, and from that point Philip began to explain to him the meaning of the Scriptures.
When I read those verses I am reminded of conversations I have had with folks along the way. “I’ve tried reading the Bible, but I just can’t understand it.” And I get that. Even Peter wrote about Paul, “There are some things in his letters that are hard to understand.”
On the other hand, theologians have a word to describe the Bible. It is perspicuity. In English the word means plain to understand, or free from obscurity. So theologians speak of the perspicuity of the Scriptures.
What is meant is simple. The Bible can be understood. There are places that are not obvious to all. There are passages that are challenging to discern. But the overall message of the Bible is clear, and can be comprehended.
Do you understand what the Bible says? Or is it a challenging book that you consider to be beyond your comprehension. I would like to offer you a challenge.
Commit yourself to reading the Bible, seeking better to understand what it is saying to you. That is something that will benefit every person reading his column.
Find a modern, readable translation. Set aside a specific time each day for reading. Pray before you start, asking God for wisdom and help. Pray when you are done, asking God to help you apply what you have learned. Don’t hurry. Take your time and meditate on what you have read.
And finally, consider this. The point of Bible study/reading is not more knowledge. It is life change. We all need to have a better understanding of what the Bible says. But the purpose for reading is to do what it says. The Bible is not meant simply to be read and enjoyed. It is to be lived.
The Bible, by every measure, is the best-selling book of all time. My prayer is that it will become the best-lived book of all time.
Closure
Today is a day of closure…literally. Today my sister and I will close on the sale of my dad’s home. It’s been just a little over a year since dad passed away. This will be the last thing we do to complete the division of his estate. Closure.
The house we are selling is not our childhood home. Mom and Dad sold that, and moved into this place in 2000. We had teenage children by this time. So there is not the type of raw emotion of letting go of the place where we grew up. I never went to this home following a date, or a breakup, or after my final high school basketball game. This is not where I spent the summers of my college years, nor the place I put on my tuxedo on my wedding day.
Still, many memories were made at the home on Fortune Drive in Dacula, Georgia. Christmases when Mom and Dad were still healthy. Trips to visit when my family lived in the upper Midwest. And then, this is where Mom spent her final days. She passed away peacefully in her sleep in a hospital bed in the family room. And, of course, it’s where Dad lived until he could no longer walk, and had to move in with my sister and her husband.
Yes, there are many memories there. And by the end of the day, it will belong to another family. I imagine more memories will be made in the future, just not for my family.
God has allowed us the privilege to live in relationship with each other. He created us, “in His image,” which, in part, means that we have the ability to relate to others. And He has called us to love one another.
Love is hard. Love can lead to a broken heart. But love is worth it. Today, I am a bit sentimental as I remember my family. I am grateful for the legacy, and I pray that perhaps my own sons and granddaughters will one day look back with fondness at the legacy I have left. I pray, in the meantime, that I will finish well. And I pray the same for you.
First College Test and Perseverance
Last week I told you a little about my first week at college. Today I tell you another true story that happened that first month. First a little background. High school came easy for me. I inherited my dad’s ability to read and remember, so I always did well in the classroom. When I moved to college I expected the same.
And so when the professor announced that we would have, “a little quiz,” at the next class session, I was not alarmed. She told us to read chapters 3-5, and so that afternoon I “thoroughly skimmed” those chapters, and headed to the gym to play basketball.
Thursday afternoon came and the professor handed out a 75 question, fill-in-the-blank test. Every sentence was a direct quote from the textbook. I quickly realized I was in over my head. What a disaster!
At the next class section she had our tests graded, and announced that she would return them in order, worst to the best score. I started gaining confidence as my name was not called for some time. Finally she said, “Congratulations, Mr. Butler. Yours was the third highest grade.” And then she handed me a paper with a large 40 written in red at the top. Another guy scored a 62. And then there was Ruth. She made a 98.
That was my official welcome to college. It was worse for some of my classmates. I learned eight of them packed up their stuff and went home that week. When we returned for second semester, twenty were no longer enrolled.
I knew I couldn’t quit. I made a B in the class, and I did graduate on Mother’s Day of 1981. I didn’t tell my parents about that test until the end of the semester. I had to persevere. Quitting was not an option.
In the Christian life quitting is not an option either. God has called us to stay with it. Think of the Old Testament heroes. They kept going in the face of adversity. And certainly our Lord and Savior, Jesus, walked up Calvary’s hill to face the ultimate punishment for our sins.
The Scriptures say, “He who perseveres to the end will be saved.” That’s not a prescription for works salvation, but a reminder that those truly saved will stay with it. You will face adversity and trouble. You will be tempted to give up. God calls you to stay at it, and promises to help. I close today with the same admonition as last week. Trust Him, even when you cannot see Him at work.
Going to College
It was 45 years ago this Fall that we loaded up my clothes and most of my possessions and made the drive from Dacula to Rome, Georgia. I was going to college. That was a big deal back in the day. I was the first from my extended family to move away to school. My parents were so proud. I was both excited and frightened at the same time.
I remember well my first week in Rome. To begin with, my assigned roommate failed to show. My first two nights on campus were the loneliest times I had faced to that point. I was blessed to find a roommate who would become a lifelong friend, but those first two days were discouraging.
Freshman orientation lasted through Wednesday morning, and we were finally allowed to register for classes that afternoon. I somehow managed to be late, and was unable to get any of the classes I planned to take. And then I spent double what I expected in the bookstore. I have to admit that I thought about going home and looking for work in a factory.
I’m so glad I resisted that urge. Turns out that the schedule I thought I wanted would have been overwhelming. The classes that I took had the breaks I would need to acclimate to college life. I had time to study, rest, and eat lunch.
The truth is that God was keeping His promises to me even when I did not realize it. He had promised to lead me in the paths I needed to go, and He had promised never to leave me nor forsake me. By guiding me (at times against my will) through the process of class registration, He kept me from being overwhelmed by the first couple of weeks of school.
I want to remind you that God has promised to care for His children. He will not leave you. You are never alone. And there are times when He will change your plans in ways that you protect you even from yourself.
How often do you get frustrated when things do not go your way? Remember that the Lord is in control. He is always there. Trust Him, even when you can’t see Him at work.
“I Can Do It Myself. . . Not!”
You may have noticed this, but just in case not, let me inform you. It’s hot! Yeah. I have an extreme grasp of the obvious. Listen, I know it’s August in southeast coastal Georgia. It’s supposed to be hot here.
And I know this, too. We all talk about the weather, but we never do anything about it. But there is an obvious reason for that. We can’t do anything about it. Oh, I can pray for rain when my garden and grass are withering. But I cannot make it rain. I can pray for sun when the picnic is planned. But I cannot make the sun shine. And neither can you.
I think we all know this. But isn’t it funny. Many people have convinced themselves that they can do something much harder than changing the weather, to make themselves right with God. “If I just pray more, or work harder, or attend church more often, then God will accept me.” But the Bible is so clear on this issue. It is by grace alone, through faith alone that we come to God.
Paul wrote, “For by grace are you saved, through faith…it is a gift of God.” Why is it difficult for us to accept that truth? Why is it that so many people spend much time and effort seeking to do it on their own? Well, that’s just our nature.
I had one son who played most of his younger days of baseball and soccer with untied shoes, because in his words, “I can do it myself.” And indeed, he could get his shoelaces tied in semi-knot that would not hold. But two trips down the soccer field, or one time running to first base, and those shoes were now loose. But let me tie them? “No, I can do it myself.”
God offers the gift of grace to all who will trust in Him. Too many people respond to Him, “No, I can do it myself.” God is good enough to continue to offer us His love. I pray that you will receive it, if you have not yet. After all, you can’t do it yourself. Please look at our Home page and scroll to the bottom of the page to “How to Become a Christian” for more information.
Gifts to Share
This column is not intended for true confessions, but I have one to make to you. I am artistically challenged. I can’t draw. I can’t paint. I don’t work well with clay. I’ve never considered the possibility of sculpting. To be honest, I don’t even take very good pictures.
I admit to you that there are times when the green-eyed monster rears its ugly head when I see the talents of others. I am amazed at the beauty of a painted portrait. When I see creative artwork I wonder why I can’t do something like that.
Perhaps you feel that same way when you hear someone sing or play an instrument. Maybe you are jealous of someone who can swim or run faster than you can. Or maybe you would simply like to be able to bake a delicious pie.
Whatever it may be, we all have something we wish we could do. Some are gifted cooks while others have a green thumb in the garden. Some sing like beautiful songbirds while others paint. And you may wonder if you have any gift to offer at all.
The Bible makes it clear that God gives gifts to all of His children. Paul describes this for us in 1 Corinthians 12:4-11. There are many gifts, and I am of the opinion that the lists in the Bible are representative rather than exhaustive. Each believer has at least one of these gifts. Therefore you cannot honestly say that you have no gifts..
Some gifts are used more publicly than others. But make no mistake about it. Every gift matters.
I think if I could emphasize just one biblical truth to Christians and churches this might be it. You are gifted, and your gift is important. You can use it to bless others. You should not envy what others have and do, for yours is an essential part of the church, too.
Here’s the deal. When you and I use the gifts God has given to us, the church is blessed and built. And we make a powerful impact on the world around us. I encourage you to do two things. First, discover your gift, or gifts and practice using them. And then, rejoice as others do the same. As we turn away from jealousy, and cheer each other on, the church will grow and God will be glorified.
Age and Maturity
Wish me a happy birthday! I’m not afraid to say it. Sixty-three years young today! I remember, and it seems not so long ago, that sounded old. It was old! Poor people. Already one foot in the grave. When I was fifteen, twenty-five, and even forty, sixty seemed so old. Did people that age even have a reason to live?
Now I look back at that time and I wonder, “How did that guy even have the wisdom to get in from the rain?” I don’t know everything, and I never will. But I have learned much about life and myself through the years.
It’s funny. Folks have asked me, “Where did you grow up?” and when she’s been there my wife has replied, “He hasn’t yet.” She’s so sweet.
But let’s be honest. I know it’s a male thing, but many of us do maintain a bit of immaturity in our lives. Recently my brother-in-law and I sat and watched a recording of a Bill Engvall comedy concert. We laughed until our bellies hurt. Our wives rolled their eyes and left us to it. And we enjoyed every minute of it.
There is a great need for maturity in the Christian life. In 1 Corinthians 3:2 Paul lamented that he wanted to feed his readers meat, but they could only take milk, indicating they were not mature. And the author of Hebrews tells us to, “leave the elementary doctrine of Christ and go on to maturity.”
Here’s the thing. God wants us to grow in our faith. He wants us to be more loving today than we were last year. He wants us to be more faithful, more godly, and more holy than we were last year.
Growing stronger in the faith is not automatic. We must take spiritual nourishment, and exercise our spiritual muscles in order to grow. That means we need to read our Bibles, pray, and worship regularly. We also need to serve and minister to others. All of these activities can lead us to greater maturity.
Too often we compare ourselves to each other. A better practice is to compare your today self with who you were last year, and even before then.
Are you more faithful, loving, and holy than you were last year? Are you growing in your faith? I pray that we all will grow in our relationship to the Lord.
Murmurming
It’s hot! Of course, what do I expect? It’s July in South Georgia. It’s supposed to be hot. Seventeen years ago this month my family moved back home. We had spent fourteen years in Indiana and Michigan. My mother died earlier that year, and I had started looking to move closer to family even when she first became sick.
Our family enjoyed our time in the upper Midwest. We were blessed to be in two great churches. It was a challenge to be a pastor there, but it was a lot of fun as well. Still, our hearts longed to be closer to family.
Before coming to Shellman Bluff, we spent more than fourteen years in Pembroke. I had never lived in South Georgia before, but I made a promise to God. I told him, after fourteen winters up north that I would never complain about the heat. I’ve kept that promise.
Now, that doesn’t mean that I haven’t acknowledged the heat. I’ve gone inside to sit in front of the air conditioner vent. And I have certainly been grateful for both A/C and cooled seat in a car. What a marvelous invention!
But complain? I won’t do it. I’ll tell you very simply. I prefer July here to February in Michigan. And I hope never again to shovel snow. There is nothing enjoyable about it.
It is funny how we complain about so many things. The children of Israel did so many times. In the book of Exodus we are told that they “murmured” against both God and Moses. That means they whined and complained and grumbled and carped, and probably even more words than that. And I know that I have done the same. Maybe the printer’s not working. Or it could be that my garden needs rain. Or maybe someone has hurt my feelings, and so I have a pity party for myself.
And then I read in the Bible, “Give thanks in everything, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” And I am convicted of my puny whining and grumbling. Why do I do it? And the answer is simple. I’m self-centered and selfish. The biblical word is sinful. And I need to repent and do better. I need to rejoice, to give thanks, and to remember this simple truth.
God is good all the time. And all the time God is good. Do you remember that? Do you live by it? Let me remind you one more time. God is good.
Baby Love
Well, as I write these words, she’s not here yet. But my granddaughter was to be born two days ago. July 11 is my son and daughter-in-law’s second anniversary, and if all goes as expected it will also be Mary Violet’s birthday. I’m just a little bit amped up.
And I’m as nervous as a cat in a dog pen. I’ve never held a baby that is truly, “mine.” I’ve held lots of babies at dedication services in church. But never one of my own. Let me explain. My two sons were both adopted. They were already walking when they came to our home. My first granddaughter came as a package deal when my son married her mother.
Now, you need to know this. I love my sons and my granddaughter without condition. They are all precious to me.
But by the time you read this, a tiny little girl will have been placed in my arms, and I’m just not sure how I’m going to react. I don’t want to break her. I am concerned that I may be shaking so much that I could drop her. And the tears I will shed may be so many that she could drown. Maybe I should just stay away, huh?
Fat chance that happening. This precious little girl already has me wrapped around her finger, and she’s not even here. My credit card is about to melt as her grandma buys frilly outfits that she could never buy for her sons. I may have to take out a loan before it’s all over.
And I will gladly do so, and then do more. I love this little girl, and again, have not met her at the time of writing. I can’t imagine having greater love than I do.
And then I remember this. Paul wrote, “God showed His love to us in this way. While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” As the song declares, “Oh, the love of Jesus.” It is beyond our grandest imaginations!
There are all times when we feel unloved. Life is not going as we planned. We are hurting, and do not know where to turn. Let me remind you again. The greatest theological truth ever written is this.
“Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Yes, Jesus loves me.” I pray you will know that by experience.
The Ideal
In four years our nation will celebrate its 250th birthday. I’m not sure what that is called. I remember the bicentennial observance in 1976. I was just over three weeks away from my 17th birthday, and preparing to enter my senior year in high school. At the next big one I will have reached “full retirement age” for social security purposes. Ah, the years flow by.
This past weekend we celebrated Independence Day. I know that in recent years there has been the attempt to “cancel” many of our founding fathers. As a student of history, I can’t agree to that. And yet, I am reminded that all of our predecessors had clay feet. They were all sinners.
While serving as author of the document that includes the line, “We believe that all men are created equal,” Thomas Jefferson owned slaves. There is certainly a contradiction in those actions. So, how might we think about them?
Here’s one man’s opinion, but I believe it is supported by Scripture. Our founding documents set forth the ideal. The words are true, and we should aspire to live by them. But the truth is that we fail. Thomas Jefferson failed. Brad Butler fails. Again, we all fail. The biblical doctrine for that is called, “the depravity of mankind,” which does not mean that we are all as evil as we could be, but that we are all sinners by nature, and that every aspect of our lives is touched and tainted by sin.
The sad truth is simple. Sin is real. It impacts us all. And if left there, we are all in extreme trouble.
But the good news of the Gospel is this. Jesus has come and lived the one perfect life. And then He gave that life for us. Because of His sacrifice, we can all live forever. We can be freed from the bonds of sin.
I am always grateful for the freedoms we enjoy in this country. But I am even more thankful for the freedom offered in Christ. I pray that you will find and enjoy that freedom as well.
The Bride
More and more I hear this statement. “I’m a follower of Jesus, but I don’t like the church.” It takes many forms, and there are many reasons given for the claim. For instance…
Some tell me the church is full of hypocrites. Others can’t stand church politics. I’ve heard that the church is just after your money. And there are those who say that the church simply does not offer them anything.
I have to admit something to you. I know the church is full of hypocrites. I’m one of them. Not all the time, mind you. But I do hypocritical things. I’m not alone. It’s true for most (maybe all) of us. I also get fed up with church politics.
As for the last two excuses, it does take money to operate a church. I’m not embarrassed to ask people to give, because the Bible calls for us to be generous. Churches need to be transparent in how we use the money given, because it is God’s money. But giving is part and parcel of following Jesus.
I must say that the argument that the church does not benefit someone is tiresome to me. The very attitude is sub-Christian at best. Jesus said about Himself, “The Son of Man came, not to be served, but to serve.” And He has called His children to serve others as well.
Now, I recognize that the church has a responsibility to its members. We are to teach and train and encourage and help them along the way. But as Christians, we are called to serve the church. Often one only “gets out of church” what one puts into it. We need to take care not to approach church as if we were merely consumers. The church deserves more than that.
I hope that you recognize the importance of the church in your walk with Jesus. The Bible refers to the church as the body of Christ, the bride of Christ, and the people of God. Paul said Jesus, “loved the church and gave His life for her.” If the church matters to Jesus, it ought to matter to you as well.
"Eyes to See"
At age six, in first grade, I was prescribed with my first pair of glasses. I had been unable to read the blackboard at school, and up close reading was also blurry. “Astigmatism” was the diagnosis. I went merrily along for several years, wearing glasses at school, and mostly going without them everywhere else.
But then something very disturbing happened. At age 13, I started swinging and missing at pitch after pitch in baseball. I had always been a decent hitter. Never hit a homerun, but almost always put the ball in play. But I must have struck out every at bat for two or three games. Then my dad suggested, “Put on your glasses,” and all of a sudden I could hit again.
But I was a catcher, and on one occasion I was chasing a popup, threw off my mask, and my glasses fell off at the same time. Of course, I stepped right on them before catching the pop fly. For the rest of the season I wore the glasses to hit, but not in the field. It was a struggle. By this time I needed them all the time.
Ah, the wonders of medicine. Late that summer I began to wear contact lenses. They were the greatest thing I’d ever encountered. I wore contacts for the next 28 years, until I faced another dilemma. Allergies required that I take antihistamines, but these dried out my eyes, making the contacts very uncomfortable. So, once again I went to glasses full time, and in short order, bifocals.
I lived with that for several years, but then I saved up my money for laser eye surgery. From a personal standpoint it was the best gift I’ve ever given to myself. They even set one eye for reading and the other for distance. Somehow my eyes and my brain adjusted to that immediately.
I remember looking across the room and reading the numbers on the clock for the first time since kindergarten. It was amazing. And it still is.
I am grateful for the advances in medicine that have given me the ability to see as well as I do today. But I’m even more grateful to the Lord who created the eye, and then the brain that has guided doctors and inventors in making these advances. It is so very true. “The heavens declare the glory of the Lord.” He can be seen in so many ways, but one must exercise the eyes of faith.
This is not “blind faith,” as some would call it. Romans 1 tells us that there is more than enough evidence to see God at work if you will only look. “Dear God. Give us eyes to see,” is my prayer.
Father's Day
“Give a child a good mother, and any old stick will do for a father.” Reportedly those were the words of the great evangelist of the early 1900’s, Billy Sunday. You may recall that he quit his job as a professional baseball player to begin preaching.
Anyway, Mr. Sunday was seeking to emphasize the importance of motherhood, and we would all agree with him on that. But do you think he got it right? Are fathers that unimportant?
Yes, this coming Sunday is Father’s Day. My column is not a shameless plug to get a better gift or more attention. But I am sure of this. Fathers are of much greater importance than Mr. Sunday said. There is a tremendous need for godly, loving dads in our world today.
In a recent devotion I read, the author quoted from Ezekiel 22:30, “I searched for a man among them who would repair the wall and stand in the gap before me on behalf of the land so that I might not destroy it, but I found no one.” Here God says that He was looking for just one faithful man, but could not find one. At that time, in that place, there was no man who was living righteously among the wicked.
I pray that would not be the case today where we are. But I do know this for a fact. There are not as many godly and righteous men around. So many of us put our hobbies, whatever they might be, ahead of our wives and children and church. We work hard at our jobs, and I suppose we believe that should allow us to shirk other responsibilities. Nothing could be farther from the truth.
God is calling for godly men to love and lead, both in their families and in their churches. God is calling us to be faithful in society, and to be examples to others. God is looking for a few good men.
Will you be one?
VBS
Our church is in the middle of Vacation Bible School this week. We are meeting every morning at 9 a.m. I am actually in charge of recreation this week, so I get to play games with the children. We are prepared with some indoor games in case the weather is bad, but for the most part it is my job to run the boys and girls around enough to get rid of nervous energy. We hope that they will return to the classroom ready to listen and to learn.
Many years ago I was telling a group of pastors that we were having VBS the next week, and asking for them to pray for us. One of the older pastors astounded me when he declared, “I always take vacation the week of Vacation Bible School. I leave that for the volunteers.”
I was much younger than he was, and so I didn’t challenge him that day. But I still don’t get it. VBS is one of the most important weeks of the year for any church and pastor. I just remember that Jesus, when others were seeking to protect Him from the distraction and interruption, made it clear that He wanted the children brought to Him. They were, in fact, not a distraction or interruption. They were the very ones for whom He cared the most.
I once had a church member who was frustrated about handprints on the wall. “How can we keep this from happening?” was his question to me. I told him we could put up signs that read, “No one under 18 allowed.” Outside of that there were going to be handprints on the wall, Kool-Aid stains on the floor, and racket in the worship services.
I’m glad my friend laughed and said, “How about if I buy a can of paint and touch up that wall every month or so.” And he did just that for many years, and may still be at it.
The bottom line is simple. Children matter to Jesus. They should matter to us. Still, I do have a request for you. Pray for us this week. Especially for me as I try to keep up with these little guys in the heat. I’m going to need it.