HE HAS OUR BACKS

Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.  Ephesians 4:32

I have some breaking news for you.  Some people are difficult to be kind to.  I will wait a moment while you pick yourself off the floor after that “breaking “  news.   Actually, of course, I am being  I am being mildly sarcastic.  We all know that there are difficult people out there.  Looking at our verse for today I don’t  see any postscripts that say, “Be kind unless they are difficult.”   As a matter of fact,  in 1 Peter 3:8-9 it almost says the opposite.

“Finally, all of you, have unity of mind, sympathy, brotherly love, a tender heart, and a humble mind. Do not repay evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary, bless, for to this you were called, that you may obtain a blessing.” 

When the verse says not to repay “evil for evil” or “reviling for reviling”  it is actually saying that there will sometimes be people who do evil and reviling things.  I know that is no surprise to you either.  But as we look at the above verses we realize that God has left us very little wiggle room when it comes to showing kindness to others.

According to a traditional Hebrew story, Abraham was sitting outside his tent one evening when he saw an old man, weary from age and journey, coming toward him. Abraham rushed out, greeted him, and then invited him into his tent. There he washed the old man’s feet and gave him food and drink.

The old man immediately began eating without saying any prayer or blessing. So Abraham asked him, “Don’t you worship God?”

The old traveler replied, “I worship fire only and reverence no other god.”

When he heard this, Abraham became incensed, grabbed the old man by the shoulders, and threw him out his tent into the cold night air.

When the old man had departed, God called to his friend Abraham and asked where the stranger was. Abraham replied, “I forced him out because he did not worship you.”

God answered, “I have suffered him these eighty years although he dishonors me. Could you not endure him one night?”

We may not have thrown someone out into the night lately, but how many have we turned out of our lives.  How many have we decided were not “worthy” of our time and goodness.  There are many ways we can turn people away without physically removing them.   We must know that if God has tolerated them for this long we might be part of the plan to bring them kindness.    It did not say in the story above, but is it possible that  God could have said to Abraham, “What came of the man I sent to your door tonight.  He has been turned away by so many, but I knew that you love me, so you would love him also.  How did it go.”  Boy,those would be harsh words for Abraham to hear from God- for us as well.

A few years ago we were on our way back from a camping trip and our oldest son and his family were following us in their car.   We passed  a young man walking the opposite way along the road.  He was wearing some raggedy clothes and carrying a well-worn backpack.  I did not think much of it as we see many young people  along our highways and byways in this day and age.

I looked in my rear view mirror and our son was pulling off the road and making a u-turn.  I pulled off the road and waited for them to return, thinking maybe one of the kids tossed a hat, a toy, or maybe a brother out the window.   We waited for a bit and along they came and our son pulled over behind us and jumped out to see what the matter was. 

Chris said, “Did you see that guy back there.  He didn’t have any shoes.  I didn’t need mine to drive, so I went back to see if he needed them.  It was great.  They fit.”   Well, I was really proud of Chris, but realized that I had not even noticed that the man was shoeless.   Even if I would have, I am not sure I would have stopped.  I learned a lesson that day.  Don’t just glance at appearances because God might just send a need my way and I need to look with that in mind.

Today on my way to town I was in a left lane with about thirty cars packed bumper to bumper because the right lane was closed ahead.  I have a pet peeve and sure enough it came to pass.  I huge truck came barreling along in the right lane passing all the cars in the left lane dutifully staying in the open left lane.  That man in the speeding truck had to rely on the kindness of at least one driver who was willing to ignore  an obvious infringement of etiquette and let him in.  Well, up ahead the man got his break and someone let him in.

Allegorically speaking, that is what we are called to do in today’s verses.   We are called to be kind whenever possible to the irritating, the obnoxious, the difficult, and even cruel.   After all, they are the ones who may need kindness the most.

“Be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.”  Ephesians 6:10

We have all had tough times and in the midst of those we have had others who have tried to encourage us to “be strong.”  Although the counsel is certainly not bad advice, it is often easier said than done.  It is much like the PE teacher who runs his kids, lines them up, and then says, “Stop sweating.”  Some things seem a bit out of our control.  After all, if we could just “be strong” we probably wouldn’t need encouragement to do so.

Paul is advising the Christians in Ephesus (and us) a much more practical way.  Rather than a glib “Hang in there,” he is actually telling them from whom they can draw their strength other than reaching “deep from inside.”  He is saying that they need to focus not on the problems, but on The Lord, and from Him they will be able to draw strength.  When Paul wrote to the Philippians he reminded them, as well, that they “… (could) do all things through (Christ) who gives (them) strength.”  (Philippians 4:13)  Paul does not just give encouraging words but encouragement through solutions- that is truly encouraging.

Herbert Johnson was a fledgling missionary going to school who was assigned a car by the local missions board.  The only trouble was that the car would not start without a push.  Herbert learned to park on hills or at least slight inclines so he could get it going. On occasion he would have to enlist others to help him fire up the engine with a good push. After two years, when he was finally going to go off to the mission field he decided to leave the car to another young missionary and told him the car’s malady and how he had solved the problem through the years.  The missionary looked under the hood and remarked, “It seems this cable is loose,” and he tightened it, stepped into the car, and it started right up.  We are often like Herbert.  We have access to power, but still try on our own strength to get things done.  Paul is checking under our hoods and telling us that if we just tighten the connection between us and God we will have the power to go forward.

We can’t always will ourselves to just “be” a certain way.  “Be happy.”  “Be strong.”  “Be encouraged.”  The effort to do those things on our own can be exhausting.  When we rely on our own efforts and our own wisdom, we are tapping into limited resources. Instead we should be tapping into the unlimited power of a mighty God.  Years ago one of my football teams gave me a wonderful plaque with this verse from Isaiah: “He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.  Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;  but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”  Isaiah 40:29-31  It has been an encouragement to me every time I have read those words because it reminds me that it is “He” who gives true strength.

Of course, even turning toward God seems beyond us sometimes.  There is a wonderful song that says, “when you don’t know what to say, when you don’t know what to pray,  just say Jesus.”  Christ makes it easy to come to Him; it is us who makes it hard.  We fight through every scenario in our life on our own until we finally give in, lying sweating and out of breath on the coliseum ground, and finally ask God for help.  Why must we reach that point?  Why don’t we ask God to help us before the battle and during the battle, rather than in desperation at the end of the battle.  Only God can give us the power we need to successfully battle against sin, against self, against selfishness, and of course, against Satan.  He awaits our call, armored up and ready to go, stronger than anyone or anything that we might face, not because He has to be ready to come to our side, but because He wants to.

The Word says, “if He is with us, who can be against us?”  Well, the answer is everyone can be against us, but the truth is no one can stand against us.  It would be futile for anyone to try to test our Warrior King who “never rests, never slumbers,” but instead sits on the right hand of God waiting to empower us.  Let’s quit jump-starting our lives with senseless self-effort and instead connect closely to God and let Him move us. That is so much more sensible.

“His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord.” Matthew 25:21

Okay, this way too  long, so I suggest you read it in a couple of settings.  I didn’t want to break it up because there would be a whole week between sections, so it is up to you to. break it up!  Thanks for your patience.

A few years back we had a memorial for one of our beloved church members, David Williams.  It was a lovely time of remembering his life and his almost 50 years with his lovely wife Virginia and their very large family.  If you want to see the memorial,  you can click here to view the whole thing.  Dave’s memorial  led me to remember another Celebration of Life I went to even longer ago.  That memorial was for my good friend James Witt and it was very touching and thought provoking.   James was the  youth leader for our four children at Emmanuel Baptist church years ago (yes, it was in the 80’s!). James was only 52 when he passed and beloved by many. He found out three months earlier what he was facing and so his fight was short, but very difficult. It was, of course, very hard on his nine children and wonderful wife, Lenae. It was also hard on the students in the school that he started and where he taught.  It was especially  difficult for the boys in the Christian Service Brigade that he had started two years earlier.   It was hard on his many friends, as well. In the two-hour service we heard from people in every one of those categories.

The service was held in the Melrose church gym that has been converted into a worship center. It was packed and there was standing room only for some of the latecomers. There was no slide show of James’ life, just testimonies. I don’t think he was too big on technology.

The service started with over a half-hour of his children and a few others combining in different groups and singing all of James’ favorite songs. It was incredibly touching. Amazingly, they all had wonderful voices and could play a variety of instruments. There were also love letters written to James from each of his children, and the love that was reflected in those letters was also reflected on the stage.  Finally, several of the individual children spoke. They all called him “Papa,” and to hear them speak of their respect and love for their papa was intensely moving.

After about an hour of testimony about James’ life, his son Timothy got up and said that James had written and recorded a message for his own memorial a few weeks earlier. Timothy said that they were not going to play it, because is seemed almost morbid in a way. But after the family buried James on a ranch that he inherited last year from a man who James had befriended, they listened to the recorded message and were blessed by it. They decided as a family to play it at the service, so they did.

It was wonderfully strange to hear James speaking at his own memorial. He spoke with love and conviction. As was his way, he did not hold back. He knew that even the hardest of hearts would probably not walk out on a dead man speaking, so he laid it all on the line. There wasn’t a person sitting in that auditorium that had excuse any longer. If they had managed to avoid hearing the gospel up to that point in their lives, they hadn’t avoided it any longer. I think the message of hope that he gave while on the cusp of death had an incredible effect on all who were there. There was no bitterness in his voice or words, only anticipation. It was truly beautiful. He ended with some wonderful verses and said good bye “for now.”  I have never experienced anything like it.

After James’ message they opened it up to those who would like to come forward and share a bit. Some of the stories were lengthy (and as usual, some people used it for a personal pulpit time that had little to do with James), but most were just short vignettes about James’ kindness and love. After that a young pastor came forward and told how he had been kicked out of houses of friends and relatives up until the age 18 when James took him in. James would get him up at 5:00 every morning and they would run two miles and talk about the Lord. The young man was eventually saved and became a pastor. It was a very touching story. Well, at that point he gave a hellfire and brimstone sermon. I mean it was an old-fashioned, “I don’t need no stinkin’ microphone” lay-it-on-the-line message. Quite unusual for a memorial, but I guess not for James’ memorial.

At the end about 15 boys went forward in their Christian Service Brigade uniforms (similar to Boy Scout garb) and sang their Christian theme song and gave their motto. So after about two and a half hours, the service ended and we went to the family meet and greet line or the food line. James was a very conservative Christian with some different ideas, none of which offset his deep belief in Christ as Savior, so it was a bit like being at an Apostolic Faith, Mennonite, or Amish gathering. Many of the females wore small head coverings and long dresses and I saw more long beards on the men than at a Duck Dynasty convention or ZZ Top concert. The whole event was what I would call serious but festive. That sounds contradictory, but that is the only way to explain it. Many parts were upbeat, but a person could never escape the feeling that everyone involved was saying, “This idea of Jesus and the afterlife is crucial. Don’t mess up.” It wasn’t that everyone was uptight, but that everyone knew that with memorials comes great opportunity.

The reason I am reliving this beautifully unique memorial is not only because our kids knew James as a youth leader (and afterwards as well), but because like every memorial or funeral it forces us to face our own mortality. There wasn’t a person sitting there that day who wasn’t asking himself at one time or another, “What will my celebration of life be? How will I be remembered? What can people say about me?” There is a wonderful poem called “The Dash” that explains that when a date appears on a headstone it records the year of birth, then a dash, then the year of death. The dates are not the important part, what was important is what took place during the dash. What I heard about James’ “dash” was life of kindness, humility, and conviction. What I mostly heard, however, was about a life committed to Christ, family, and friends.

When an unbeliever dies, people talk about his or her goodness of character (even though it may have been missing). Mourners are more or less satisfied knowing that the person was just a “good guy” during his lifetime. But as Christians we should not be satisfied with just being “good.” Our time here should be marked by our love for Christ and the actions of our life should stem from that love. Our memorials should not consist of the occasional assumption by some that we must have been a Christian because we went to church once in awhile. No one should be able to turn to another in the service and say, “Oh, so he/she was a Christian? I didn’t know that.” Our lives are to reflect Christ, so our deaths should not reveal anything less. When I spoke at my Dad’s memorial, I tried to tell stories of his life, but also tried to express, undeniably, that they were all connected to his love for Jesus. He was a simple man with simple faith, but everyone who met him knew that God was important in his life. He attended church up until it was impossible to do so and was not afraid to defend Jesus, Ronald Reagan, and gun control (in that order), to anyone who had the guts to take on a guy you could not get mad at.

I guess what I took away from Jame’s  memorial is that Christian memorials should be different from secular ones. John said that “He must increase, but I must decrease.” Our lives should reveal Christ more and more each day, so that when we reach the end there should be no doubt who we want to glorify. If our lives reflect just a passing glimpse of who Jesus is and a whole bunch of other “stuff,” even though the “stuff” is good, we will be disappointed in ourselves when see Him face to face. When most people say they want to live with no regrets, they mean they want to pile in every endeavor possible so they don’t miss out on anything. As Christians “no regrets” should mean exemplifying Christ and living for Him as much as we possibly can. We might think that sounds boring, but I don’t think we will feel that way when the family who loved us, friends who knew us, and the Savior who redeemed all say at the end of our lives , “Well done, good and faithful one.” If our lives were books, how many pages would mention Christ’s name? Would there be long stretches, maybe even full chapters, in which He never appears? Is He like the soap opera character that pops in and out of episodes every few months for convenience or is He the leading character on which the story rests?

There was no doubt at the end of the day where James’ loyalties lay. His memorial service was more about life than dying. It was more about heaven to come than earth left behind. It was, from everything I could see, an example of a worthwhile “dash” between two numbers. James died on my birthday, so it is fitting that we remember that there is a “time for life and a time for death,” and in this life we should live for Christ and in that in our death we should meet with Him, and that no one left should have any questions about either. Mark Twain once said that we should live such lives that when we die, that everyone should be sorry, even the undertaker! When famous pastor Donald Barnhouse was going to his wife’s funeral with his young children a huge truck passed them and its shadow covered half the road. He asked his children if they would rather be run over by that truck or by the shadow cast by that truck. Of course they said the shadow because it could not hurt them. He said, “That is the way it is with death. The truck represents the death, but because of Christ’s sacrifice, the only thing that touches us now is its shadow. Death can’t hurt us anymore.”

James’s lamp was not extinguished, he just doesn’t need it anymore so he set it aside. He is in the true light now. As I write the book of my life, I hope it can be entitled, “Jesus and his friend Rick.” I want Him to be the main character. I think we all hope that we will live more for Him than ourselves and that our lives will be undeniably connected in word and deed to “Him Who lives within us.”

“That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man; That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.”  Ephesians 3:16-19

Paul had wonderful apostolic prayers that he prayed for others that are also for us.  Paul understood that not only people around him needed prayer, but he needed prayers himself. The above verses from Ephesians help us to petition for our own needs and the needs of others.

There are some wonderful “whats” in this prayer followed by an even more wonderful “how.”  That is typical of God’s Word.  When He reveals a wonderful treasure to us, He doesn’t leave us hanging, but tells us where to find it and how to use it. In the verses above Paul prays that we will be strengthened 1) by the spirit 2) by being filled with the fulness of God 3) by being grounded in the overwhelming love of Christ.

If we want to experience the fulness of Christian living, we need to experience the fulness of Christ’s love.  In the same stroke of the pen, Paul says that we can comprehend the incomprehensible.  How is that possible?  He tells us that the love of Christ passes all understanding but that if we are filled with Christ, we will have the knowledge of this love. This is an example of faith in God’s grace.  We can’t understand Christ’s love but to understand it, we must receive it and then we will understand it.

In one of his sermons, D.L. Moody held up a glass and asked, “How can I get the air out of this glass?” One man shouted, “Suck it out with a pump!” Moody replied, “That would create a vacuum and shatter the glass.” After numerous other suggestions Moody smiled, took out a pitcher of water, and filled the glass. “There,” he said, “all the air is now removed.”

We cannot get the sin out of our lives by sucking it out of our own accord.  That would break us.  The only way to remove the sin from our lives is to be filled with Christ.  We can only empty ourselves by being filled.  We must allow the filling of the spirit to push the pride, conceit, false ambition, selfishness and other things that are contrary to God’s law out of our lives.

I think some try to empty themselves on their own to make room for the spirit of God.  But we cannot do that.  We must take in the Holy Spirit and allow Him to push those things out of our lives. When we are filled with Him there is no room left for those things of the flesh. Two different things cannot occupy the same space.  If we are filled with the Spirit, there is no room left for our evil desires.  The thing is, we have all the Holy Spirit, but sometimes He does not have all of us. We have all we need to push the evil from our lives, but sometimes we use more energy to hang onto the old things than we use to receive the new.

Charles Spurgeon put it well, “Without the Spirit of God, we can do nothing. We are as ships without the wind, branches without sap, and like coals without fire, we are useless.”  God has recreated us through the Son and His spirit.  We need not be useless any longer but useful.

A park ranger at Yellowstone National Park was leading a group of hikers to a fire lookout. The ranger was was so focused on the hike, he turned off his radio so there would not be any distractions. After a few hours the group was met by a nearly breathless lookout, who asked why he hadn’t responded to the messages on his radio. A grizzly bear had been seen stalking the group, and the authorities were trying to warn them of the danger.

Any time we tune out the Holy Spirit or ignore the warnings of the Bible we put ourselves and those around us in danger.

The key again, is as Paul says: “Be rooted in love” by “knowing Christ’s love” so we will be “filled with the fulness of God” and there will not be any room for anything else but Him.  Be both emptied and filled today.  Emptied of us and filled with Him.  Only then will our lives be all they can be on this earth.

• “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.” (Galatians 2:20)

Most of us will not be called on to put our lives on the line for others, but it happens every day in hundreds of ways throughout the world. The person who dives into icy water to save someone from drowning, the soldier who throws  his body on a grenade to protect his buddies, the fireman who rushes into a blazing building to save a child, a bystander that confronts a gang to extricate
an innocent person from their midst.  These are all real-life examples of people who put someone else’s safety above their own.  We like to think that we are all like this, willing to put

 thoughts of self out of the way for a moment in time, so that we can save another.

When I was attending Redwood School in Grants Pass, probably in fourth or fifth grade, the circus came to town.  As I sat in class I noticed the flag hanging in the front of the room and the small spear-like pole with a sharp tip which supported it.  I happened to be wearing my cub scout uniform that day, so I was in an especially gallant mood and started daydreaming about a lion escaping from the circus and terrorizing the school.  I saw myself jump on a desk, scale a bookcase, and pull the flag pole from its holder.  I took the flag off the pole and folded it neatly like any good soldier, oops, scout, would.  I took the pole outside and approached the lion.  Remembering lion fighting from several Tarzan shows I had seen, I held the lion at bay with the small spear.  When it became apparent the lion was going to charge, I broke the spear over my knee and jammed the longer part of the spear in the lion’s open mouth!  About that time the teacher interrupted my heroics by asking me a question.  I hadn’t heard  the question, since I was busily saving 400 kids and teachers, so I could not answer. My teacher then made the mistake of saying that since I was apparently thinking about something other than Columbus, maybe I would like to share it with the class.  That was probably a mistake on her part. Since I was saving the school, I said sure, and hustled up front to tell the tale standing straight and tall in my Cub Scout uniform.  The story went over really well with the whole class and opened the door for me to tell stories the rest of the year when we had a little extra time in class.  I don’t think was the outcome my teacher had hoped for.

Why, you might be asking, did I take this trip down memory lane and kidnap you along the way?  Well, besides the fact that I am telling a story of me saving the entire school, I am using it to illustrate that we have probably all dreamed of helping others with some heroic act during our lifetime (some of us might still be doing it!).  Seldom, however, do we picture ourselves doing something in a cowardly way. We never see ourselves as the chicken scrambling faster than his three little brothers just fresh out of the shell; or the whimpering child lying in the middle of the floor in the midst of danger sucking his thumb like a newborn, or on a sinking ship pointing out a fake Clint Eastwood to a little old lady so we can steal her life jacket.  No, we seldom say we want to grow up to be a coward someday, but in spite of this courage seems to be lacking today.  So many tend to wilt under the smallest of pressure.  We don’t like to take stands unless they are safe and we don’t speak up unless we are preaching to the choir.  Plainly speaking, in most cases, we are a bunch of weenies.

We are so concerned with our own happiness, our own wants, our own pleasures that even if we have a chance to help someone else, we probably won’t even notice him.  Eyes that are turned inward will seldom be aware of the things that are outward.  We like to believe that we would step up if needed- that we would the one in the crowd that would rush to the crashed car or the crumpled woman or the fleeing purse snatcher.  But the truth of the matter is that we have trouble even handling the smallest of deed needs- the person who needs an encouraging word, the neighbor who desperately needs prayer, the co-worker who needs to hear about Jesus, the friend who is caught up in sin, are all challenges that we seem to struggle with as much as pulling a tiny tot from the path of the oncoming train.  Thankfully, Christ did not hesitate to step it up for us.  He went to the cross knowing the pain that He would bear, but did it anyway.  He knew that He would be beaten beyond recognition, but He did it anyway.  He knew that he would face an excruciating physical death and the weight of all our sins in just a few hours span, but He did it anyway.  Why? So that we would not have to.  He went where we deserved to go, so we would not have to.  He went so that we could, in turn, have courage to do what is right- to stand in the face of great odds- to never give up and to sacrifice for others regardless of the cost.

One of the saddest but most compelling stories from WWII was about a group of about 20 prisoners under an especially cruel guard. Each day they would be required to take a shovel and go out into the prison yard and dig. At the end of each day the prisoners would come back to their barracks and line up their shovels against the wall for the guard to count. On this particular day when the guard counted, he only counted 19 shovels. “Who lost their shovel?” the guard shouted. “If the man who lost his shovel does not step forward I’m going to kill five of you at a time until he does step forward!”

It was at this point that a young 19-year-old POW stepped forward taking the blame for having lost his shovel. The evil, blood-thirsty guard immediately took out his revolver put it to the boy’s head and pulled the trigger killing him instantly. As the teenager’s dead body lay crumpled on the ground his fellow prisoners were aghast because of what had just happened.  But they didn’t know the half of it.

By mistake or on purpose, no one really knows for sure, the guard had miscounted the shovels. Twenty shovels were leaning against that barracks wall.  That 19-year-old POW knew that when he stepped forward, he was offering his life as a sacrifice for his fellow prisoners, but he did it anyway.  Nineteen years old, hundreds of miles from home, dying for something he did not do, to save men who would not be able to thank him, just a few weeks before the war’s end.  Some would call that stupid.  I would call that Christ-like.

If we were to prioritize things in our lives, how high up would our concern for others be.  Paul tells us to,  “Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.”  Philippians 2:3-4  When we follow our own selfish desires to the detriment of others, and then say we are brave enough save someone else, we are fooling ourselves.

We are like the man who is asked, “If you had two houses, would you give one to the poor?”

The man replies, “Yes.”

The man is asked, “If you had four cars, would give two to the poor?”

Again he replies, “Yes.”

He is finally is asked, “If you had two shirts, would you give one to the poor?”

The man quickly says, “No.”

“You will give houses and cars, but won’t give shirts. Why not?” he is asked.

“Because I have two shirts,” he replies.

We can say that we will do all kinds of things, but the truth of what we would do in tough times is probably previewed in the way we live our daily lives.  If we live our lives for ourselves in times of leisure how can we say would sacrifice in times of danger?  It is like the man who says he would die to protect his family, but can’t take the time to talk to his kids about their day.  It doesn’t make sense. If we are Christ-like, our world will not revolve around us, but Christ.  And as our world revolves around Him we will notice others needs before our own. And finally, we will be able live a life that is not obsessed with “numero uno.”  And finally we will find the contentment we have always searched for.