Thursday, August 14, 2014

The Unlikely Evangelist

Friday, August 15, 2014

Just then his disciples came back.  They were shocked to find him talking to a woman, but none of them had the nerve to ask, “What do you want with her?” or “Why are you talking to her?”  The woman left her water jar beside the well and ran back to the village, telling everyone, “Come and see a man who told me everything I ever did!  Could he possibly be the Messiah?”  So the people came streaming from the village to see him.Many Samaritans from the village believed in Jesus because the woman had said, “He told me everything I ever did!”  When they came out to see him, they begged him to stay in their village.  So he stayed for two days, long enough for many more to hear his message and believe.  Then they said to the woman, “Now we believe, not just because of what you told us, but because we have heard him ourselves.  Now we know that he is indeed the Savior of the world.”  John 4:27-30, 39-42 (NLT)

In a “chance meeting” with Jesus the Samaritan woman comes face to face with eternity and the Christ who holds the key to everything for which her soul cries out.  And having met this “lover of her soul” she hurries back to her village and tells everyone that Messiah has come.  This led to a two-day revival in which her hometown was changed.

Now, while many believed because of what she told them, many more believed because after hearing about Jesus, they just had to check him out personally.  The “woman at the well” was an unlikely evangelist, but an evangelist nonetheless!

What makes an evangelist?

I’ve known those with that something different in them which we’d call the “spiritual gift of evangelism”.  I’m thinking Billy Graham here, as well as some not so well-known.  Some were ordained ministers, while some were not part of the religious system; they were simply crying out from the wilderness like John the Baptist.  But there was just something different about them.  The difference, I believe, is not something you learn, or even a talent with which you were born; it is rather God’s choosing – anointing for God’s purposes.

Apart from those given a special anointing are those of us who speak up because Christ has so impacted our lives, we cannot stay silent.  It makes little difference in evangelism if you can speak two words without stuttering (remember Moses?).  It makes little difference if you know the 5 tenets of Calvinism, or the Westminster Confession by heart, or even the verses that make up the Romans Road Gospel tract.  Genuine evangelism is where a changed heart (like the woman at the well) meets a ready heart (like the woman’s neighbors)…and the conversation begins.  What happens then is in Christ’s hands…and that is where evangelism is most effectively laid.

The woman in our story was an unlikely evangelist; she had no tent, Gospel band or wavy Pompadour hair style; she wasn’t even a person of good reputation.  In fact, meeting with Jesus at the well in the middle of the day indicated she went there to draw water without the other women because she was a social pariah – unfit for well-bred company. 

And, just maybe, that’s the key here – this woman knew who would really accept her with all her flaws, checkered history and downright sinfulness.  She could recognize her need for salvation and cleansing – and she had no pride standing in the way.  This was a woman with very little to lose, and heaven to gain.

At a church I pass regularly the sign recently said:

When you’re down to nothing, God’s up to something.

That’s evangelism….God up to something.

For You, Today…

You aren’t an evangelist?  No white suit, microphone and tear-jerking dog-story?
It’s okay; God only needs you to be you, if you’ve got a heart like that woman.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Revival, Please

Thursday, August 14, 2014
The Lord took hold of me, and I was carried away by the Spirit of the Lord to a valley filled with bones.  He led me all around among the bones that covered the valley floor.  They were scattered everywhere across the ground and were completely dried out.  Then he asked me, “Son of man, can these bones become living people again?”  “O Sovereign Lord,” I replied, “you alone know the answer to that.”   Then he said to me, “Speak a prophetic message to these bones and say, ‘Dry bones, listen to the word of the Lord!  This is what the Sovereign Lord says:  Look!  I am going to put breath into you and make you live again!  I will put flesh and muscles on you and cover you with skin.  I will put breath into you, and you will come to life.  Then you will know that I am the Lord.’”  So I spoke this message, just as he told me.  Suddenly as I spoke, there was a rattling noise all across the valley.  The bones of each body came together and attached themselves as complete skeletons.  Then as I watched, muscles and flesh formed over the bones.  Then skin formed to cover their bodies, but they still had no breath in them.  Then he said to me, “Speak a prophetic message to the winds, son of man.  Speak a prophetic message and say, ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says:  Come, O breath, from the four winds!  Breathe into these dead bodies so they may live again.’”  So I spoke the message as he commanded me, and breath came into their bodies.  They all came to life and stood up on their feet—a great army.  Then he said to me, “Son of man, these bones represent the people of Israel.  They are saying, ‘We have become old, dry bones—all hope is gone.  Our nation is finished.’  Therefore, prophesy to them and say, ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says:  O my people, I will open your graves of exile and cause you to rise again.  Then I will bring you back to the land of Israel.  When this happens, O my people, you will know that I am the Lord.  I will put my Spirit in you, and you will live again and return home to your own land.  Then you will know that I, the Lord, have spoken, and I have done what I said.  Yes, the Lord has spoken!’”     Ezekiel 37:1-14 (NLT)
God showed Ezekiel a great valley filled with dry bones, very dry bones!  God said to speak to the bones; Ezekiel did, and they came back together.  Then God’s Spirit entered them and they walked and spoke! 

Now, just about that time I would have been “outa-there”!  Dead, dry bones rattling and talking scare me. 

But God was showing Ezekiel that His Spirit can bring life where death has reigned.  God’s Holy Spirit is the unseen, but central ingredient to anything like revival.  Without Him there is no revival.  His Spirit can bring renewal and revival to even dead religious folks.  The Spirit of God raises-up even a people who have lost hope! 

That can be the legacy of anyone who is ready to keep your eyes on Jesus, pattern your life after Jesus, and be ready to give yourself to this world in the name of Jesus.  Where once there was a valley of nothing but parched bones of hope there can be new life.

For You, Today…
Are you listening deep within for the call of God’s Spirit on your life?


Why not spend a little extra time with God today; be still, hear his voice.  You just might hear the rattle of dry bones; it’s called “revival”.

The Kingdom of God


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

In my first book I told you, Theophilus, about everything Jesus began to do and teach until the day he was taken up to heaven after giving his chosen apostles further instructions through the Holy Spirit.  During the forty days after he suffered and died, he appeared to the apostles from time to time, and he proved to them in many ways that he was actually alive.  And he talked to them about the Kingdom of God.   Acts 1:1-3 (NLT)

Luke, who wrote the Gospel that bears his name, was also the writer of Acts.  It is the only written record of the first thirty years of the early church (from the time of the resurrection to the imprisonment of Paul in Rome).  The theme is God’s Kingdom on earth.

During the forty days after His resurrection Jesus told his disciples a lot about the Kingdom of God.  Much of what he shared with them was instruction, or commandments about how they were to carry out His mission in the days ahead. 

What is the Kingdom?  The Lord's Prayer tells us precisely, "...Thy KINGDOM come, Thy WILL BE DONE in earth, as it is in heaven."[1]  The Kingdom of God is extant wherever, and IN whom-ever is doing His will.

Note, if you will, Luke tells us that Jesus proved to the disciples in many ways that he was alive – not just some ghost or vision.  That is a major stumbling-block for those who still have not accepted the free gift of God's grace for salvation - "PROOF"!  I have never met a skeptic who didn't say "prove it".  Yet, the resurrection of Jesus Christ is one of the most well-documented facts of history.  Jesus rose from the dead, and walked the earth for forty days with and among many people.  And, beloved, if the dead man never got up and walked, we have no hope, and no joy, and certainly no business spending all this time, energy and money on proclaiming a false kingdom. 

But in First Corinthians 15:1-8 there are no less than eight specific people or groups to which Jesus appeared after His resurrection.  And these were no midnight visions, no trances, or New Age séances.  Jesus ate and drank with these people; they felt the wounds in His flesh.  He sat with them in the light of day; He talked and taught and traveled with them.  This was no apparition, or disembodied spirit.  This was the living Son of God, raised from the dead, announcing with His own presence that the Kingdom of God was upon us! 

And this is the chief end of the book of Acts – to show the growth of the Kingdom of God, starting at Jerusalem in a small band of 120 disciples, and spreading to the uttermost parts of the world. 

It is still an unfinished story…the gospel is still being spread, and the kingdom is still advancing. 

The question every disciple of Jesus Christ must ask is, what part am I playing in the advancement of the Kingdom of God?

For You, Today…

If you’ve asked the question (honestly), you have also laid out your plan for today. 

You will be looking for opportunities, led by God’s Spirit, to open a pathway of service and proclamation of the Kingdom wherever today’s work, tasks, or chores take you.

The Kingdom of God; don’t leave home without it – in you!



[1] Matthew 6:10, Luke 11:2

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Drunkard Road

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Don’t be drunk with wine, because that will ruin your life.  Instead, be filled with the Holy Spirit,  Ephesians 5:18 (NLT)

If you’re driving along Route 360, about 30 miles south of Richmond, VA, you’ll pass Drunkard Road.  I can’t imagine what they were thinking.
As I had a long drive ahead of me there was plenty of time to ponder what kind of mind would come up with a name like Drunkard Road?  Almost certainly it wasn’t a real estate broker who named that street.  After all, cute is cute, but a name like that can’t do much for property values.  Living on a street reserved for “drunkards” conjures up pictures of staggering, sloppy and obnoxious.
As I re-read the last sentence (to see how it would sound) I was gripped with fear that the sensitivity-police might come and lock me up.  So let me disclose that I am in complete and compassionate solidarity with those attempting to find release from the bondage of alcoholism.  I also stand with other sinners of all kinds who despise their sin and wish to break the chains of addiction.  This includes liars, gluttons, abusers, sexual sinners, thieves and all the rest you can name. 
I condemn no person (that’s above my pay grade); I’m a fellow-sinner seeking forgiveness and cleansing.  However, having said that, I am fully inclined and committed to naming sin as sin.  Staggering, sloppy and obnoxious behavior follows drunkenness as surely as mold comes from standing water. 
But the important distinction here is the difference between behavior and trap.  Addiction is the “trap” that cripples an addicted person.  Tobacco, alcohol and other addictive substances have chemicals that trap or bind a person’s nervous system as well as their thoughts and emotions.  There’s little room left for choice.  That’s why Scripture warns against “drunkenness” of any kind – it muddies the waters of free choice.  It takes away the freedom to choose wisely, one of the characteristics which define our symbiosis with God’s image. 
Behavior is what we choose to do.  And choosing to associate oneself with addiction is never a smart, Godly choice.  It’s like living on Drunkard Road; you might not be one, but you’re flirting with it.  And, like my (and your) Mother used to say – when you lie close to the dog, you’re going to get up with fleas.
Now, having stated the obvious in several ways up to this point, let me cut to the chase:
It is fruitless and unkind to blame or condemn people caught in the trap of addiction.  They need help out of the trap.
It is just as foolish, if not sinful to remain silent when loved ones are on the verge of behavior that will land them in the trap. They need a strong warning to stay out of the trap.

For You, Today…

Got a loved one who’s flirting with the trap, or in the trap?
Are you flirting with the trap, or in it?
Scripture warns….Loving people help

See how God provides all we need?

Monday, August 11, 2014

How Was Your Weekend?

Monday, August 11, 2014

And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:32 (NLT)

Whether you use your phone’s camera, or an old fashioned camera, the principle is the same – focus.  You should make certain the camera has focused-in on the subject before you pull the trigger.  When the focus is on what’s really important, the picture will speak clearly; it will reveal truth about why you took it in the first place.

Yesterday morning Elizabeth and I worshiped with our nephew’s congregation in Maryland, and witnessed the sacrament of baptism from this side of the rail.  Following the service, when the cousins gathered around little Thomas, I snapped a picture.  It is a little fuzzy (I think the camera operator’s hand was a little shaky…or tears got on the lens). 

But the image speaks volumes to me:


There’s the obvious family support…cousins gathered around Thomas; little Finn making sure Catherine won’t drop the precious cargo. 

In the foreground there is a handshake spanning a few generations and a little banner given the new parents that says “Thank you God for Thomas”. 

In the background (in front of the rail) is a fuzzy little smile from Thomas’ uncle (and Godfather) Anders, that says “I’ll be there for you…today is a good start, Thomas”. 

And in the extreme background is the banner announcing You Are Mine.  It’s in the liturgy – the pastor said it twice in his sermon!

But the whole picture of truth I saw yesterday, as the family gathered to welcome this little one with joy, undergirds God’s prior claim on this little life.  We are here to nurture and gently guide Thomas’ pathway to Christ, but God is clearly in focus over it all.

It is a good thing that Thomas’ parents “get it” that God is ultimately drawing their growing family to Him.  That was clear from Daddy’s speech to the rest of the family as we reassembled back at the house for dinner.  Lars thanked all of us for being there and making this day special.  He shared that when he and Catherine married they took John 8:32 as a guiding verse for their marriage.  Then he reminded us that he and his generation were standing on the shoulders of the previous generation, and in that picture of dependent, family strength, their greatest responsibility and privilege was to lead little Thomas to Jesus.  This was the truth that would set him free.

In the seven hours it took to drive back home I ruminated on that little speech.  And it made my heart glad and full that the “next generation” is in such capable hands.  For those are hands that understand the necessity of Christ in the home, in the workplace, in the trials and successes, the everyday and all-day of life.  These are the hands fully surrendered to the leadership of Christ in their home.
Thomas, the little guy (whose grandfather is also named Thomas), staring at me from the pew in front, didn’t have much of a clue about all the goings-on yesterday. 

But, in time, he will. 

Oh yes…Thomas; you WILL!  Your parents, your family, your church community will remind you; they’ll see to it that you know it well.

But most of all, it is God, quietly standing there in the extreme background who will remind you.  In many ways He will say to you, Thomas, You Are Mine; and that truth, little one, will set you free.

For You, Today…

Is that kind of freedom in your life?

It can be.  Just ask.

Monday, August 4, 2014

When God Fails

And I want you to know, my dear brothers and sisters, that everything that has happened to me here has helped to spread the Good News.  For everyone here, including the whole palace guard, knows that I am in chains because of Christ.  And because of my imprisonment, most of the believers here have gained confidence and boldly speak God’s message without fear.  It’s true that some are preaching out of jealousy and rivalry.  But others preach about Christ with pure motives.  They preach because they love me, for they know I have been appointed to defend the Good News.  Those others do not have pure motives as they preach about Christ.  They preach with selfish ambition, not sincerely, intending to make my chains more painful to me.  But that doesn’t matter.  Whether their motives are false or genuine, the message about Christ is being preached either way, so I rejoice.  And I will continue to rejoice.  Philippians 1:12-18 (NLT)
People see things through different lenses.  Jed and his buddy Gomer had been out of work for a good while.  Then they heard of the problem with the wolf population preying on Southern Mediterranean sheep flocks.  There was a bounty of $150 on each wolf hide.  They gathered their gear and headed off to make big bucks. 
They didn’t see so much as a track for days.  Then, one night, just after they’d fallen asleep by the campfire, Jed was awakened by a low growl.  When he opened his eyes there were 150 pairs of evil yellow eyes staring at him from every angle.  Jed broke into a grin, poked his buddy and said, Gomer…wake up man, we’re rich!
It is hard to look at some circumstances and not think, Boy, God sure messed that one up!  I have had extended conversations with unbelievers who cite natural tragedies like hurricane Katrina, Tsunami’s or the AIDS epidemic as reasons why there cannot be a God.  Deep down, they know that’s foolishness; they just cannot reconcile why God allows some things to happen.  Their perspective of how God ought to act doesn’t allow for human beings’ poor choices.  Sometimes it just looks like God’s asleep at the switch; it appears that He’s just failing to do His job as God. 

Apparent Failures

It’s true – sometimes we just don’t get what God is up to.  But things are not always as they appear. 
Near the end of World War II the American beloved president Franklin Roosevelt died.  It was difficult for Harry Truman to fill his shoes.  When the war was over, America craved change.  It didn’t look good for Harry Truman’s bid to be elected. 
That November election night in 1948 everyone went to bed having read the newspaper headlines confidently announcing Mr. Dewey as the winner.  Thomas Dewey would be the next president of the United States.
But somebody forgot to tell the voters that, and Harry Truman spent the next four years in the house at the end of Pennsylvania Avenue. 
There are a lot of apparent failures in history:
·     Abraham Lincoln lost many an election on the way to winning the presidency in 1860.
·     Thomas Edison found thousands of ways to NOT make a light bulb before he lit things up.
·     Babe Ruth struck out twice as many times as he hit home runs.
But the most notable and most abject apparent failure in history was Jesus of Nazareth. 

·     Jesus was not really popular or particularly well-liked apart from his very close followers.  In fact, after one of his sermons everybody left except the twelve disciples. 
·     Jesus was a political failure; he was rejected at every level of government; then they conspired to kill him. 
·     He had no wealth, holdings, world headquarters; he didn’t build a Christian amusement park or host a TV talk-show. 
·     In the end it was one of his closest friends who betrayed him to the authorities. 
But the most compelling piece of “failure evidence” is the cross.  When they took Jesus down from the cross, he was dead – stone-cold dead!  This was a man who talked of eternal life and kingdoms.  What a failure! 
But the language and measuring stick of the world is not the same as that of the Gospel.  After Good Friday, on Sunday, there was no talk of failure.  There was no talk of failure on the day of Pentecost, when the power of God fell on all the friends of Jesus.  What we celebrate today at the table, where we remember the cross and tomb is seen by the world as “fools remembering a fool”.  But we sing Victory in Jesus.
Throughout the past twenty centuries, those who have followed Jesus, and been his most useful servants, have also been seen by the world as failures. 
Paul was certainly one of those.  After a career of riots, imprisonments, threats, beatings and shipwrecks, Paul was confined to the nastiest Roman prison imaginable.  People were saying bad things about him.  He was not able to defend his character, or his leadership.  By worldly standards the life of Paul was a miserable failure!  But Christian followers hold a different view of what was happening.

The Bold Advance

By definition the word “failure” means to fall short in an attempt to accomplish a goal or set of goals.  Paul saw what was happening as a great success, because his goal of spreading the gospel, the Good News of Jesus, in the most efficient way possible, was being accomplished. 
Rome was the center of the world back then, and the Roman emperor held the reigns of worldwide power. 
Paul was arrested and shackled to Roman soldiers.  That put him in a position to share Christ with the whole Praetorian Guard, the emperor's select personal army.  What better platform from which to preach Jesus? 
On top of that, his imprisonment was the inspiration that some believers needed to “come out of the Christian closet" and begin witnessing boldly. 
Sometimes we use the world's measuring stick, standards which lead us to believe that God has somehow failed – that Christianity doesn't work in the 21st century.  Because we do not see like God sees, what we call “failures” are only apparent failures. 
We need to see things as God sees things.

The Bottom-Line Way of Looking at Things

In Paul’s circumstance there was mixed reaction also.  Some of the church folks got bold and preached Christ out of love (both for Christ and Paul); some preached in a cynical attempt to add to Paul's problems.  They were looking to capitalize on the publicity about Paul, and make a little profit. 
What did Paul think about such goings-on?  Paul knew the goal of spreading the gospel was happening.  And it caused one thing to happen in him - he REJOICED!  And he promised to keep on rejoicing. 
While the world looks on and says power, prestige, position, money, sex, things – these are the important issues of life; God looks down from heaven and whispers, My ways are higher than your ways.
The bottom line assessment is that it is God's kingdom - we are servants.  In the long view, it really doesn't matter what the details are concerning our comfort and personal circumstances.  If Christ is preached, we must rejoice.
This morning, we celebrate the professions of faith and baptisms of those who have responded to the bold mission advance of the Gospel of Christ. 
We also celebrate the table – God’s “Jesus memorial” – commemorating Christ’s sacrifice that makes our new birth and eternal life a reality.
The world largely says “God has failed”.
This morning we say, “Not for me!”
Father, our greatest joy is the anticipation of hearing ‘well-done, thou good and faithful servant’.  Grant us the ability to see the richness of a bold advance in the Gospel, even in our weakest circumstances. 
We pray in the Name of the Father, Because of the Son, Cooperating with the Spirit…Amen!


Friday, August 1, 2014

Help That ISN'T

Friday, August 1, 2014
Three different times I begged the Lord to take it away.  Each time he said, “My grace is all you need.  My power works best in weakness.”  So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me.  That’s why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships, persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ.  For when I am weak, then I am strong.  2 Corinthians 12:8-10

The following incident is a true story which took place in 1996, in a land far, far away; only the names have been changed to keep the innocent from going to jail.

Having dodged most of the assorted germs, flu and nasty little airborne viruses of the season, the tenacious bug finally sank his viscous little fangs into this preacher. Well, talk about crash & burn!  Monday afternoon my wife and I had eaten lunch with my Aunt and Uncle from Port Richey.  By Monday evening I felt so bad – body aches, weakness, fever – I was popping aspirin and invoking the chicken soup clause from our wedding vows (...and promise to pamper my husband’s boo-boos, etc.).

You may have guessed I am not a very classy or silent sufferer.  When I am sick I really don’t want company – only a card that says your heart is broken, and for you, the meaning of life is now uncertain because of my pain.  Sympathy is a wonder-drug to us wimps.

So, indulge me as I continue shamelessly begging for sympathy. 

By Tuesday morning my poor little body had a temperature of over 101o.  I was sick of chicken soup, and my thoughts had drifted to trying to recall where I put my last will and testament.  Tuesday night I lay in the bed figuring I would die soon – by 3 AM I was afraid I wouldn’t!

On Wednesday morning Elizabeth called the doctor for an appointment (guys and other mule-like life forms do not call doctors).  Elizabeth had informed me it was a toss-up whether she would call the doctor or the Beggs brothers (local funeral director).  She said my eyes were fixed and dilated.  She chose the doctor when she became convinced I was still alive.  What convinced her was when she tried to take the Nyquil bottle from my hands – I growled and bit her.  (If I’d bitten a second time, she would have called Beggs – She would have killed me!)

There were some really unique experiences attempting to get a semi-delirious preacher dressed, and loaded into the car.  Later I was told I wanted to ride the motorcycle (our lawnmower) to the doctor.  However, Elizabeth finally got us to the doctor’s office...and that’s where the point of this epic came to boil.

When we walked into the overcrowded waiting room, there were no seats available.  I volunteered to stretch out on the floor, but they put me in a wheelchair.  Now, I want you to know my doctor is a caring, compassionate healer.  It was NOT my doctor, however, who put me in that chair – it was the nurse from Auschwitz.  I believe she is related to Heinrich Himmler, or maybe Adolph Eichman.  Most nurses I have known have reminded me of the sweet fragrance of Florence Nightingale – this one brought visions of the Marquis de Sade.

I had taken too many pain pills, and was having difficulty remembering how to do difficult things (like keep drool inside my mouth).  Gestapo Gertie was giving commands that required hand-eye coordination and utilization of the brain – I had neither. 

For instance, you cannot…
…stand still please on the scale…
…if you do not know where you put your legs. 

You certainly cannot…
…keep that thermometer in your mouth, Mister…,
…if the feeling left your lips a few minutes after you took those six cute little pills.

Now, I am not a very cooperative patient when sober.  If you make me chemically drunk, adding a side-order of mild delirium, you will have a virtual zombie on your hands; most of the time in that office I could not have told you my name.  With me in that unusual state, Nurse Goebels told Elizabeth to take me over to the hospital for an X-ray and blood test.  I remember thinking, Free at last, Thank God-A’mighty I’m free at last. 

But it was not to be! 

Nurse Gertie Goebels insisted on wheeling me all the way to our car, which was parked on the grass in front of the office.

It doesn’t sound ominous – a nurse giving you a wheelchair ride to the car.  What could go wrong?  

Little did I know that Gertie’s wheelchair-pilot training had included the obstacle track and bruise maneuver.  With every fiber of my being aching and crying for a final resting place, my wheelchair chauffeur hit every bump, hole and uneven place on the ramp; she worked the parking lot like a pro, turning pebbles into boulders, causing exquisite, torturous waves of cranial pressure echoing off the sides of my temples.  This was a downhill run with the precise execution (no pun) of an Olympic champion.

Approaching the finish line (the car), I figured the worst was behind.  But what does a dead man know?  The car was in the grass, and this patient’s wheelchair-torture chamber was rolling along the pavement. 

And Nurse Gertie was going for it all. 

As we neared the end of the pavement I heard a gasp from behind (much like the accentuated grunts a pro tennis player makes when he hits a searing ferocious backhand cross court for a winner. 

With a second grunt, the nurse from Hades kicked the wheelchair from LaLa Land into high gear, enough traction to navigate a worm hole at warp speed.  Her calculation was perfect.  Instead of sailing over the lawn to the car, the wheels dug in the turf, locked, pivoting all the weight forward, and somersaulted the ecclesiastical baggage (me) headfirst onto the lawn – a perfect four-point landing!

Moving in for the kill, Gertie shouted Get up!  I meekly replied, You the man!

EPILOGUE

I usually visit the weak and failing – the powerless ones.  I am a Pastor, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.  This experience, however, turned the tables.  I was the one in someone else’s hands – my fate under someone else’s whim. 

The Apostle Paul said that he had learned during the weak times of his life – the times when he had put his own agenda down and just trusted God for everything – that in those times of his choosing the trust of weakness, God’s strength showed brightest.  Now, I was not weak by choice – nor was this a spiritual weakness.  But the analogy serves Paul’s intent. 

My nurse missed several opportunities to be a source of compassionate healing and comfort.  She allowed a sense of frustration with my weakness to ruin her faithfulness to her nursing oath.  She did not see the pain in front of her eyes – that need for which she was trained, and had dedicated her strength.  She missed the boat, because someone in front of her was not cooperative. 

Comparing that ministry to which you and I are called, Christians are to overcome that kind of evil with much good.  It’s hard, but it’s better than dumping those in need on the front lawn!    

For You, Today…
You are liable to find yourself confronted with someone in need; they are everywhere. 

And the patient probably won’t be himself.

So, serve a little chicken soup; be a healer.  And try to remember the wheelchair is an instrument of mercy.  Serving the occupant onto the front lawn is “help” that isn’t!