Have you ever been hiking at night? If the woods are dense enough, almost no moonlight or starlight penetrates the thick canvas of the forest roof. When you turn your headlamp on, the immediate area in front of you lights up, and everything else is draped in blackness. You can see clearly for maybe thirty feet, then after that it tapers quickly back into pitch black. There’s a certain amount of faith that you have to walk in when you are night hiking. You have to trust that the trail will take you where it is supposed to go. You have to have faith that the trail itself is safe, even if it runs alongside a step cliff or next to a rushing river. You trust that the noises you hear are really just big squirrels and not hungry bears looking for tasty, out of shape and slightly plump, stray hikers. So you hike in faith, knowing for sure only what lies 30 feet in front of you and hoping that you’ll reach your campsite before Roscoe the Mountain Man jumps from the shadows to demonstrate to you his deep knowledge of the movie “Deliverance.” It really is exciting. Believe me. Try it sometime. Well, I am on a night hike of sorts right now, figuratively speaking. All of us that have entered into this amazing adventure that is following Christ are on night hikes. Our destination is certain: the Kingdom of God. Our trail is firm: the Path of Righteousness and the Way of the Cross. Our light, The Holy Spirit, illuminates all that we need to know in order to navigate through the world that is shrouded in the darkness of sin. The path that I am currently on is not one that I ever thought that I would take. It is a crazy trail that already has seen miracles, struggles, leaps of faith, and mighty acts of God. And we're only at the beginning. My hiking companions are my wife Brandie, and my three sons, Sam, Jack and Luke. It is a journey that we would love to share with all of you, if you want to read along.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Three Amigos and a dying world...
As funny as that clip is, I also think it's a pretty sad allegory of the Church in America. Do you remember the woman at the well in John's Gospel? She was a woman that if most people walked past her in Target, they would inwardly call her a slut, grab their child's hand, and briskly walk past her while desperately trying not to make eye contact. Yet Christ sits next to her, tells her about the Living Water that only He can provide. He cares for her, spends time with her, and doesn't bother about her sinfulness. She is a dying woman that needs a drink.
Our world is dying. It is filled with people like the woman at the well. They look like Martin Short and Steve Martin, emptying their canteens in desperation, only to find a drop of water and heaps of sand. A 2006 Baylor University study stated that as low as 17% of North Americans are in church on any given Sunday. Most churches that are growing are doing so because of church hopping, not because more and more people are giving themselves to the saving grace of Christ. Let me say it once again, people are DYING and they are desperate to be saved! We CANNOT sit around, swishing water in our mouths, carelessly spilling the Living Water onto the ground, while offering only lip balm to the parched, dying people.
It's time that we stopped being selfish fighting over trivial things like whether or not we should sing hymns or contemporary music or have VBS in the morning or evening; it's time we started passing the canteen...lives depend on it.
Joey, how exciting for you and your beautiful family. You are going to be an awesome pastor ! I can't wait to see how God blesses you and Brandie for your obedience.
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Zane
Goodnight, Ned.
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