Killed for Just One Reason

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SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) – A young couple shot in their heads as they slept on a remote California beach may have been killed because of their evangelical Christian religious beliefs, police said on Saturday.

On the heels of my post We Are Not Ready comes the story of two camp counselors—just weeks away from being married—slain by a servant of Satan on a tranquil beach out west.

While the motive for the slayings is not carved in stone, we who call on the name of Jesus must be prepared to acknowledge that more of this will be coming, and sooner than we care to admit. We must start preparing to meet this challenge, both spiritually and emotionally, because we are ignoring the signs of the age the way we are living now.

Lord Jesus, I pray that you will rouse Your sleeping Bride and make her ready for the days to come. Help her to stand, holy and set apart for Your purpose. Give her the strength to press on under persecution, and unite all who comprise her with one heart, one mind, and one common goal, always for Your glory alone. Amen.

We Are Not Ready

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Can you feel the tsunami beginning to form? It will be crashing on our shores soon enough.

And we are not ready.

From Sweden we get the story of a pastor (now jailed) who spoke out on a loaded topic, one that has also resulted in legal wrangling in our neighbor to the north. Christianity Today notes the fallout in “No Free Speech in Preaching”. This is only one topic. What others will become verboten? “Jesus is the only way to Heaven?” “All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God?” Will popular opinion and unpopular politics render the message of the Gospel nothing more than a trailer for a Care Bears movie?

We have made no preparations in the Church in this country to withstand the onslaught when it occurs. We are too preoccupied with thinking that politics is the sole solution, but we have ignored the fact that politics has made all this possible, even on our watch. We can hold off the social upheaval for a while, but the rising tidal wave spawned by a far away earthquake will not relent; we have no other defense but to be prepared. Yet still, we sleep on.

The Church in America learned nothing from the last recession. The second a few jobs came back and consumer confidence rose a few ticks, we plunged back into our stupor. When a greater recession comes, one that lasts for longer and puts more out of work, what will be the response of churches around this country? How will they care for their congregations? How have they built a network among their congregants and with other churches to keep people—both inside and outside the Church—employed, housed, and fed? When the government decides its ever-expanding coffers must be filled during a downturn by taking away the tax exemption for churches, how will your average multi-acre megachurch survive a million dollar tax burden no one expected when the cornerstone was laid?

We are not ready.

With pollster George Barna’s statistics showing a downward spiral in biblical knowledge, solid doctrine, and plain old right thinking, how will we be able to face any future wrath the world unleashes against the Church? People who do not know who or what they believe will find nothing to undergird them when the time of testing comes. Some would argue that a great falling away would only skim the dross from the Church, but the way we run our church infrastructures today would leave us even more vulnerable.

We who worship Jesus are unprepared to become a dwindling minority in our culture. Our beliefs are such that we know we are losing the battle, but we are unwilling to do what is necessary to shore up our own vessels. We have not trimmed the sails and now the mast is creaking while we sleep down in the hold of the good ship Blissful Unawareness. The Bible shows us our error:

“Then the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins who took their lamps and went to meet the bridegroom. Five of them were foolish, and five were wise. For when the foolish took their lamps, they took no oil with them, but the wise took flasks of oil with their lamps. As the bridegroom was delayed, they all became drowsy and slept. But at midnight there was a cry, ‘Here is the bridegroom! Come out to meet him.’ Then all those virgins rose and trimmed their lamps. And the foolish said to the wise, ‘Give us some of your oil, for our lamps are going out.’ But the wise answered, saying, ‘Since there will not be enough for us and for you, go rather to the dealers and buy for yourselves.’ And while they were going to buy, the bridegroom came, and those who were ready went in with him to the marriage feast, and the door was shut. Afterward the other virgins came also, saying, ‘Lord, lord, open to us.’ But he answered, ‘Truly, I say to you, I do not know you.’ Watch therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour.”
—Matthew 25:1-13

We are not ready.

The Power of a Handshake and a Smile

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You can’t underestimate the power of a handshake and a smile.

My family visited relatives in Northern Ohio to celebrate our welcoming our son Ethan into the world four years ago today. We joined them at the new church they are attending, Pleasant View Mennonite Church in North Lawrence, OH.

I mention that church specifically because for twenty minutes before the service started we were personally greeted by at least twenty people out of maybe a hundred and twenty attending this morning. One out of every six congregants came up and told us they were glad that we were there. They wanted to know about us, went out of their way to say how happy they were that we were there, and even showed special consideration to our son on his birthday. People engaged us as we left, too, hoping that we would come back again.

In an age when visitors can drift in and out of your average church undetected, is there nothing more powerful than a firm handshake and someone looking you square in the eye, telling you they are glad to have you come, and really meaning it? Isn’t that what people truly want to experience when they attend a church for the first time, a sense of belonging?

This church isn’t Powerpoint-enabled, doesn’t have a worship team or an $80,000 sound system, is populated by a lot of folks with gray hair, and still clings to hymns written two centuries ago. In short, they are not a marketing dream. But the one thing they do have is a congregation of people who know hospitality, who can make the alien welcome, who know the power of a genuine smile.

I’ll go back. Will you join me?