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Showing posts with label Compassion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Compassion. Show all posts

Sunday, December 15, 2024

NO ONE IS INSIGNIFICANT

If anyone was insignificant, it was Ross.  He lived several blocks from the church I led for over a decade.  Due to an accident many years earlier, Ross couldn’t speak clearly.  He was always dirty and unkempt.  He smelled really badly.  Very few attempted to engage him for the obvious reasons.  Yet, he was a regular attender.  His hair looked like it hadn’t met with a comb in ages.  Yet there he was week after week.  I tried so hard, time after time, to understand him, but with very little success.  Occasionally he’d stop by the church when he saw my car there and try to have a conversation with me. 

Even as the church grew, Ross continued to come.  He did have one friend in the church.  Harvey was a fellow that came real early on Sundays to distribute Sunday School materials.  He didn’t particularly care for the ways I was leading the church.  I had known him for many years because of our district camp meeting. As a kid, I had helped him ‘white-wash’ the trees at the campground.  I had respected him as a godly man because he was often blessed and would let out a loud melodic “Woo Hoo!” when he felt the moving of the Holy Spirit. 

But when I became his pastor, he seemed to see me as a threat to the homeostasis of the church.  He singlehandedly made ministry hard for me. Even when the church doubled in size, he could only see me as a threat. 

Yet, Harvey – unbeknownst to anyone but me – would periodically take Ross into the church’s furnace room and completely bathe him.  He would wash out Ross’ clothes and dry them.  He was Ross’ best friend!  Harvey seemed to be able to understand Ross better than the rest of us.  He exhibited genuine, tangible love for Ross, while most of us did our best to ignore him. 

In spite of the adversarial relationship I had to endure with Harvey, I always admired him for the love and attention that he doled out to Ross. Somehow, Ross had risen above insignificant to Harvey. 

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There is no one that is insignificant to God!  He made us all and He cares for us all! 

I look back and wonder why we didn’t at least try to do more for Ross.  If we had focused our efforts, it seems that we could have helped him.  Was there a medical procedure or speech intervention that could have given him back his ability to communicate?  Could we have helped him learn to be more approachable?  How did so many of us manage to just ignore him Sunday after Sunday?  Where was the love of Christ in me when I was so systematically confronted by one of the least of these? 

Forgive us Lord!  Forgive me, Lord!  

No one is insignificant to You!  No one!

Be aware of that as you move through this day, this week, this Christmas season!  Be alert to those who might be invisible to the crowd.  Speak to them.  Recognize them as a gift of God!  Lift their day!  You have the power to change their life!  Don't let them continue to be invisible!

Saturday, June 18, 2022

GOD IS MERCIFUL!

Zephaniah is one of the least-read books of the Bible.  Most would have to turn to the table of contents to even find it. 

Remarkably, Zephaniah was the great, great grandson of one of Judah’s good kings – Hezekiah. 

It’s also noteworthy to observe that Zephaniah served God during the reign of Josiah, King of Judah!

Josiah became king as a child and was raised by the priests.  He became a godly leader who brought MAJOR reforms to his people.

God used Zephaniah to prophesy about these reforms.  He allowed Zephaniah to see ahead of time the tremendous purging that God intended to accomplish. 

Some of what God intends are:

o   Get rid of the sex-and-religion Baal shrines and their priests

o   Destroy those who worship the star gods and goddesses

o   Eliminate those who worship GOD and also other gods.

o   Deal with those who have completely abandoned GOD altogether! 

God refers to this coming purge as His Great Judgment Day!  GOD is going to clean house!  Divine punishment is coming for all those who disregard the holiness of GOD! 

Those who have displeased GOD will have no recourse or rescue!  Money, position, or power will not save them!  There will be lots of pain!  “Even strong men” will be “screaming for help.”  [1:14 TM]

[GOD speaking] “I’ll make things so bad they won’t even know what hit them.”  [1:17  TM]

WHY?

Because “They’ve sinned against GOD!”   [1:17 TM]

Zephaniah’s first chapter ends with these words: 

“This is the Day of GOD’s Judgment – my wrath!  I care about sin with fiery passion!”  [1:18 TM]

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I applaud you if you’ve stayed with me this far! 

When I read this, I found myself focusing on those last words:  [GOD speaking]  “I care about sin with fiery passion!

From a divine perspective, God cannot tolerate the presence of sin! 

Now, why do we so quickly begin to think of the terrible sins prevalent in our world?  Yet, we ignore the terrible sins we commit regularly! 

God cannot abide MY SIN!  My sin must be dealt with!  It calls for my punishment!  I am held accountable for my sin;   this includes my sin in thought, word, and deed!  Yet repeatedly, I am given a reprieve!  By confessing my sin, I am able to claim the forgiveness offered to me through Christ – the One who paid the penalty for my sin on His Cross! 

It's not fair!  But it is just!  It is a completed work!  I live eternally grateful to Jesus for this amazing benefit! 

But what about all the sin we see in our world every day!  This sin is repugnant to GOD!  He can’t abide the presence of this sin either!  This sin must be punished.  This sin will be punished – unless it is confessed and forgiven by Christ! 

OUR RESPONSE:

The Natural Person’s Response:

These are horrible people who are committing all these sins!  They deserve to be punished!  Get them, God!  Condemn them!  They have no claim to all Your goodness and the joys that come from serving You!

The Spiritual Person’s Response:

Have mercy, Gracious God!  Extend time so that these precious souls will have time and opportunity to seek You and find You!  Guide them into Your fold so that they may enjoy the benefits of Your Eternal Kingdom!

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THE FACTS:

Ultimately, many will be condemned.

Why?

Because GOD cares about sin with fiery passion and He cannot abide the presence of sin! 

But, in the meantime, He extends His mercy!  He prolongs his Judgment!  He reaches out to the lost! 

And as His people, we too should be reaching out to those who don't know Him! 

Here we are, then, speaking for Christ, as though God himself were making his appeal through us. We plead on Christ's behalf: let God change you from enemies into his friends!   [II Corinthians 5:20   Good News Translation]

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

HEART CONDITION

 I just finished reading 'The Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard' from Matthew 20:1-16.  

In this parable a landowner hired men to work for the day in his vineyard for a denarius.

Then he goes back out and finds more men at 9:00 and hires them.  

Again at noon and 3:00, he hires even more men.

Finally, at 5:00, he hires still more men.

Max Lucado describes these last men:

"They had been sitting in the square all day, shifting their weight from foot to foot, scuffing their sandals in the dust, waiting.

Unless someone came along soon with even the smallest request for work, they would have no money - and no food - to bring home to hungry families. 

When a prosperous farmer came into view, spirits lifted.

He would put the lot of them to work for the rest of the day.  They couldn't hope to earn much in these last few hours - a few sheckles at best - but it was better than nothing.  Gratefully, they joined the other workers in the field.   

 At day's end, they filed out of the fields past the owner with his money purse.  It was then that each man experienced an astonishing kindness.

A full day's wage was placed in each hand.

Though they had arrived late and accomplished little, they experienced the fullness of grace."   [Experiencing the Heart of Jesus, p.66] 

Max puts the emphasis on the needs and desperation of the last men hired.  They were surely overwhelmed with the kindness of this wealthy farmer!

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Yet, I must confess that when I read this parable, I almost always identify with the first men hired.  I find myself thinking how unfair it was that they worked so much longer in the heat of the day and received the same pay as those who worked only for an hour.  I find myself thinking about hiding out the next day and only being "discovered" toward the end of the day.  

I know - that's sick!  But I have a high standard of fairness and this passage seems to violate that standard.  

Ah, but what if one of those workers was my brother?  I know he isn't feeling well.  I'm aware of how much he needs money and work.  His children haven't had new shoes in over a year.  His wife faithfully makes the best meals she can with their limited resources.  

I'm excited when I see him show up toward the end of the day!  I'm happy for him!  When he receives a full day's wage, I'm ecstatic for him!  How wonderful!  Praise the Lord!  What a generous and good farmer!  

Why can't I feel the same for all of the men hired later than I was hired?  


Kind and Gracious God,

I'm ashamed of myself.  I am stingy and vengeful.  I need spiritual heart surgery!  

I don't like the way I am.  I want to have the genuine interests of all people in my heart.    I want to really care about them and cheer for them when good things happen.  I don't want all my thoughts to be about me and just my family.  I want to be that guy who congratulates others on their good fortune;  who claps them on the back with real joy at the favorable turn of events in their lives!  I don't want to fake this, I want it to be the real overflow of my heart!   

Help me to view my neighbors, those who ride in my Lyft car, those who serve me at stores and restaurants, those I meet through the course of any given day, those who share a seat with me on the bus, at the doctor's office, or in church - with compassion and caring.   Help me to celebrate their victories and bear their burdens, for Jesus' and His Kingdom's sake.  Amen  

 

 

Sunday, December 9, 2018

WOULDN'T IT BE GREAT?

I'm currently reading a novel by Angela Hunt.  In it the protagonist is a famous author whose young-adult son is dealing with alcoholism.  The following dialogue captured my attention:
                                                                                                                                          


"Carl and I attend the worship service, but it’s hard to think about the holiness of God when our souls are stirring with anger, confusion, and fear.  We don’t know if the young man sleeping at our house is a victim, a criminal, a drug addict, or some combination of all three.

Even more difficult is greeting our church friends after the service, all of whom shake our hands or hug our necks after asking, “How are you?” and receiving, “Fine, and you?” in reply.

I’m wearing an artificial grin like the wax lips we bought at the dime store when I was a kid.  I smile and hug, shake hands and smile, and all the while I want to spit off that fake expression and scream that I’m going crazy, hasn’t anyone noticed?

I know it’s my fault.  My tendency toward introversion, combined with my celebrity, has caused me to hold even our church friends at arm’s length.  I’m not used to confiding in people;  I’m not sure I want to.  But that doesn’t stop me from feeling like a wounded warrior beneath a veneer only one smile thick.  If one person would take the time to look into my eyes and ask about the pain flickering there, I’d share everything.

But no one does."      [from THE NOVELIST, by Angela Hunt, pp.129-130]
                                                                                                                                            
Wouldn't it be great if someone did look into the eyes and respond to the pain?

When I read this passage to Debbie, she immediately said, "I've had lots of Sundays like that!"  To be brutally honest, so have I.

Galatians 6:2 says:  "Bear one another's burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ."

Quite a few year ago, I attended a conference and won a book:  CHURCHES THAT HEAL, by Doug Murren.  I took it home and devoured it;  then typed out the significant quotes.  Here are some samples:


“Churches should heal because people need healing!”  p.2



“God’s mandate (is) that His church be a place of safety for the scared, healing for the hurting, reshaping for the hurtful, and acceptance for the unloved.”  p.xiii



“A church that heals understands that its mission is to see broken, hurting people become whole followers of Christ – new creations journeying into the full discovery of their identity in Him.”  p.91



“Environment matters…a strong ‘high-touch’ environment – that is, one that offers very human benefits like friendship, encouragement, and a sense of community – enhances the immune system.”  P.40

In Mark 6:1-6, Jesus visited His hometown, Nazareth, and determined that it was not an environment conducive to healing!  Wow!  Imagine that!  How many churches today would receive a similar judgment?

Having established the topic, I'd like to comment on two facets of this issue:

ONE - WE WHO BELONG

We who belong most likely know the ropes.  Even though the format of worship may be fairly well-established, we know that people care.  We can ask for help from an individual, from the pastor, from a Sunday School class, or even publicly.  It takes great courage to do so - but it can be done.

If you're part of a growing, healthy church, this is why your leaders are always working to initiate or sustain small groups.  They know that the best caring will take place in that more suitable and comfortable environment.  We care best for each other in intimate settings where confidentiality can be limited and special attention can be lavished!

Many congregations have specially gifted individuals who move among the crowd seeming to look for those who are hiding, hurting, hesitant or rejected.  Thank God for these ones who have the eyes, ears and compassion of Jesus!  Their ministry before and after services is often more meaningful and effective than what takes place during the services!

Card-senders, callers and email-senders fit modestly into this category as well.  They seem to make mental notes during worship times and then do follow-up contacts through the week to encourage, comfort and acknowledge people more personally.  This ministry - though less direct - also frequently communicates an accepting and healing component!

There's a ministry of arriving early and staying late for those who might like to have a greater impact.  Something as simple as a change in your Sunday schedule could grow a new, fruitful branch in your life!

When I was on staff at the Cornerstone Church, there were certain individuals who told me privately that they came to our church because they received hugs.  One woman told me, "I'm a single mom and this is the only place where I am touched by others!"  The simple act of caring through an 'appropriate' hug kept her coming!

TWO - THOSE WHO DON'T BELONG OR COME

As a pastor, I was always concerned about new attenders and their comfort level.  So many things we do in church are foreign to secular people.  They're afraid to enter our houses of worship.  One man confessed to me that he first drove through our parking lot on a couple of Sundays.  Next he parked, but stayed in his car for a couple of Sundays.  Finally, he came in and his life was radically transformed!  PTL!!  

Non-churched people are intimidated by our worship centers.  They have preconceived ideas about what we do;  these are often based on what they've learned from television or the movies.

Yet, many churches do little to anything to smooth this transition for guests.

But we can be fairly certain that they have ventured into our space because they have a need or crisis exploding in their families or life!

I challenged leaders to be fully prepared and to lead with excellence.  If guests arrive and we start late or do things poorly, what will they think [this is magnified if we use countdowns]?  If they're not greeted, how will they feel?  Little things matter.  They're unlikely to know the music we sing.  So frequently, Power Point slides are not switched appropriately to allow the congregation to have the words when they need them,  The 'regular' people may know the words, but guests will be frustrated!  If we serve Communion, they will be perplexed.  They will naturally have questions about the things we do during worship;  how will they get answers?

Again, at Cornerstone, new attenders were often overcome with tears during worship - especially during the prayer time.  When they spoke to leaders about this, we got to explain that what they were experiencing was the presence of God!

Churches that want to make a difference in people's lives will be discussing these things at a leadership level and training ALL of their people to be alert to these concerns!

Wouldn't it be great if church could universally be a place where needs and hurts were recognized, addressed and reconciled?





Wednesday, April 11, 2018

A COMPASSIONATE MAN

In Jeremiah 38-39, we see a contrast between a compassionate man and a rebellious king.  Here's the gist of the story:

The city of Jerusalem is under siege by the Chaldeans and King Nebuchadnezzar.  Jeremiah is God's prophet and Zedekiah is the king of Israel who has rebelled against Nebuchadnezzar.  Jeremiah proclaims that if Zedekiah and the people will surrender to the Chaldeans they will be saved but the city will be destroyed. 

This is NOT what Zedekiah wants to hear.  Jeremiah's words stir the people's hearts to such an extent that some actually do surrender to the Chaldeans.  Some of Zedekiah's court officials are rankled by Jeremiah's persistent warnings.  They go to Zedekiah and complain that Jeremiah is a traitor who should be put to death.  Weak, weary Zedekiah gives in to their outrage and turns Jeremiah over to them.  They drop him into a muddy cistern and leave him there to die. 

Meanwhile, another court official, Ebed-melech (an Ethiopian) learns of Jeremiah's fate and intervenes by approaching Zedekiah.  In essence, through his compassion for Jeremiah, he appeals to the conscience of Zedekiah and implores the king to rescue Jeremiah from his miserable plight.  Realizing his hasty decision from earlier, Zedekiah authorizes Ebed-melech to take thirty  men to rescue Jeremiah from his muddy tomb. 

Ebed-melech gathers some old clothing and rushes to Jeremiah's aid.  He instructs Jeremiah to wrap himself in the old clothes to protect him from the ropes as they lift him from the cistern.  Then they take him to the king's court where he is protected and provided daily bread from the king's rations. 

Fast-forward eighteen months...

The Chaldeans break through the walls and the city falls into their hands.  Zedekiah and some of his soldiers make a break for the Judean plains but are captured and returned to King Nebuchadnezzar.  Zedekiah is forced to watch as his sons and court officials are killed.  Then his own eyes are blinded and he is chained and led off to Babylon as his royal city is utterly destroyed. 

Interestingly, King Nebuchadnezzar hears of the prophet Jeremiah and gives instructions that he is not to be harmed.  Surprisingly, the king orders his officials to give Jeremiah whatever he wants.  Jeremiah is free to return to his home and live among the poor who are left in the land to care for the vineyards and fields. 

But God is not finished yet.  Remember the kindness of Ebed-melech? 

God gives Jeremiah another message - a message for Ebed-melech:
"This is what the Eternal, Commander of heavenly armies and God of Israel, promises you:
'Look!  Very soon I will bring disaster not prosperity on Jerusalem and her citizens as I warned through Jeremiah.  And you, Ebed-melech, will see all this happen with your own eyes.  
But do not worry, for I will rescue you on that day so that you will not be taken prisoner by those you fear.  I will protect you, and you will not die in the war.  Your life will be your reward because you trusted in Me.  I, the Eternal One, declare this to you.'"

Ebed-melech's rescue of Jeremiah was not directed by God, but was a result of Ebed-melech's sense of justice.  He did what was right - and God saw it...and God rewarded it!!!!!

God is always watching!  He sees our acts of kindness.  He notices when we seek to right a wrong.  He is aware of our compassionate actions.  And He is the ultimate rewarder!  

Walk in the knowledge that your good deeds and kind words are not unobserved.  They are seen and heard by the One who truly matters!  Trust Him!  

Friday, June 22, 2012

I AM RUINED

God uses books to change my heart!  I recently read a book, Kisses From Katie.  It's about Katie Davis. a young woman who - after graduating from high school - went to live in Uganda to serve the poor [book review coming soon].

Her story has challenged my heart so deeply.  I feel like Isaiah who had a vision of standing in the throne-room of God and being overwhelmed by what he witnessed!  His response:  (Isaiah 6:5  NASB)
Woe is me, for I am ruined!
Because I am a man of unclean lips,
and I live among a people of unclean lips;
for my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts.
I have been shown a literary picture of the reality of true poverty through the sacrifice and genuine love of a young girl!  Her compassion has challenged me and the opulent life that I live.  Almost everything I do now is run through a filter of how my extravagance could have been re-routed to help Katie's kids.

I read Wes Stafford's book, Too Small To Ignore, last year and it had a similar impact on me.  God is clearly speaking to me about bringing my life into conformity with His compassion for the poor! 

Last night, we ate in an exclusive restaurant in Baltimore, The Capital Grille.  Although, Travis picked up the bill, I suspect that it was for over $200.  I came home and wrestled to get to sleep.  How many children could have been sent to school for that sum? 

We've stayed in hotels several times recently;  each time I pay the bill, I think about the children of Masese (Ugandan refuse dumps) who sleep in the dirt, wear no shoes, and go untreated for worms.  I think about orphans whose parents have died and who care for one another as best they can.

I know.  This Schindler-esque thinking can drive you crazy.  It can make you do radical things.  IT CAN RUIN YOUR LIFE!!

But, like Isaiah, now that I've seen the reality I must do something!  I've been shown the evil of an affluent society.  I've faced the reality of my complicity in this evil as a result of my ignorance and cold-heartedness.  I must do something...

HERE AM I, LORD, SEND ME!!!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

AN ATTACK OF COMPASSION

We were grabbing lunch in a MacDonald's in Dublin, West Virginia.

He was mopping the floor.

His hair was white.  He seemed mildly handicapped physically;  he sort of shuffled when he walked.  He appeared to be in his mid-seventies.

There was a group of men sitting in one section talking and laughing;  all were his age.  He seemed uncomfortable around them.

As a matter of fact, he seemed uncomfortable generally.  At one point, he simply stood in an out-of-the-way section with his head down.

My compassion meter went off-the-chart along with my imagination.

Did he need to work?  Or did his wife die and he just wanted a reason to be out-of-the-house? 

Did a company down-size him and leave him without a pension?

Does he have a family?  Do his kids care about him?

Does he live alone?  Does he have any friends?  Does he ever laugh?

I wanted to invite him to sit down with me for awhile.  I wanted to empty my pocket into his.  I wanted to wrap my arms around him and tell him that he mattered.

I did something better than all these:  I sat and prayed for him throughout my lunch.  I lifted him to the God who made him.  I asked God to comfort him.  I asked our Heavenly Father to open the windows of Heaven and pour down a blessing greater than this man could hold.

And today, I find myself wondering how God is answering my prayer?  What good things are happening for this man as a result of my intercession?  How has our marvelous God chosen to comfort him?

PRAYER CHANGES EVERYTHING!!!

Saturday, December 31, 2011

A DISTURBING SCRIPTURE

Luke 6:35-36 (The VOICE)
[Jesus speaking] If you want to be extraordinary - love your enemies!  Do good without restraint!  Lend with abandon!  Don't expect anything in return!  Then you'll receive the truly great reward - you will be children of the Most High - for God is kind to the ungrateful and those who are wicked.  So imitate God and be truly compassionate, the way your Father is." 

Jesus, did You really mean this?  It seems to me that You set the bar really high!  To do these things goes against my grain.  There is something in me that instinctively hates my enemies.  I tend to naturally be stingy.  And when I do something nice, I expect a return of some kind on my investment. 

You’re saying that if I counter these natural impulses and deliberately do what You say, I’ll eventually get a great reward?  Is that really true?  You expect me to make massive sacrifices while I’m here on earth in hopes that someday – after I die – I’ll be greatly rewarded? 

Isn’t that a long-shot?  I don’t see many people taking You up on that deal.  As a matter of fact, I’m not sure I know anyone who’s deliberately living that way.  So why should I? 

If everyone I see and know is hoarding and luxuriating, why shouldn’t I?  If we’re all wrong, at least I won’t be alone in any judgment that falls on me. 

What if I don’t want to be extraordinary?  Then can I hate my enemies, do less good, and hoard?  If I choose ordinary, does that mean I’ll still make Heaven but just won’t get a great reward?   Or, will I lose Heaven too? 

Why do You have to expect so much of us, Lord?  Can’t You just let us enjoy our lives here?  Why do You demand that we be so other-conscious?  Am I my brother’s keeper? 

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

AUNT LIZZIE

She wasn't my aunt. 

I was a newly married, first-year student at Asbury Theological Seminary in Wilmore, Kentucky.  I was 21. 

Debbie and I attended the Free Methodist Church in Wilmore where Clyde VanValin (later a bishop) was our pastor.

Pastor Clyde asked us - early on - if we'd provide transportation to and from church for Aunt Lizzie.  She was an invalid, elderly, native woman who had been hit by a car as a young girl - but received no medical care.  She lived in a small wheelchair the rest of her life with twisted and gnarled legs.

Aunt Lizzie loved the Lord, but was dependent on others to get to and from church.  The congregation loved her and cared for her graciously.

She lived at the end of a road that went from macadam to gravel to grass with two tire ruts.  Her house was more like a shanty - very small and very run down.

Because of the rough terrain in her front yard, I would literally pick her up and carry her to the car - then go back to get her wheelchair.  When I did so, she would wrap her arms around my neck and whisper thanks.  She couldn't have weighed a hundred pounds.  She was the lightest burden I ever carried.

Her gratitude was as large as the sky.  Her love for God inspired a whole congregation of highly educated college and seminary professors, future bishops, and know-it-all seminary students. 

She taught a newly married, first-year seminary student some much-needed lessons in humility!

Thanks Aunt Lizzie.  I know you're walking with Jesus today!  Remember me?  I'm one of your students.  Thanks for the lessons!