There are so many things I could share because God is doing huge things in my life and exciting stuff is constantly happening in DC. I could write about our monthly street evangelism ministry, open-air street preaching in Adams Morgan, the new DC Regional Community that just launched, preaching the gospel at Covenant House, Dr. Robert Coleman's workshop on "The Master Plan of Evangelism" at The Falls Church, Ravi Zacharias' "Relevant Hope" lecture at Constitution Hall, giving a Bible to my coworker, sitting next to Zack Cherian on the flight home from Todd's wedding and the list goes on. But, by far the coolest thing the Holy Spirit has done this past month was Bike4God.
On Tuesday, November 1, I received the following email from Daniel:
"By the way if you get a chance check out bike4god.com. Not sure if you remember passing this guy when we were driving through Oregon I believe it was. I looked up his website and have been following him every now and then. I just saw he is about to wrap up his last leg in DC. Not sure what your plans are but I think if you got the chance you should try and get lunch with this guy."
It's Tuesday afternoon and I'm sitting in the cubicle farm at work when I get Daniel's email. I think to myself, "what have I got to lose by meeting up with this guy for lunch?" So, I check out the website and shoot him a message. Bike4God (Kevin Woolley) gets back to me that evening with the following reply: "I will be there on the 2nd still need a place to stay for 3 days close to DC to see the sights any place you know of?"
Oh boy...I have all kinds of extra room in my house. I can walk to the National Mall in less than ten minutes. I can walk to the Capitol in less than ten minutes. Yes, I I know of a place, I live in that place, but am I willing to open up my home to this stranger?
I can't even count the number of people and churches across the world who took a chance and let me and/or my fellow missionaries stay with them in their homes or in their churches when we were complete strangers. I think to myself, "what could go wrong?" I guess he could rob me and/or kill me, but do I really believe a guy with a six-foot cross on a bicycle and a website that chronicles his journey is going to be some kind of serial burglar/killer? Doubtful. So, after praying about it, I decided to let Kevin stay with me Wednesday and Thursday night (I couldn't do Friday).
I thought I had experienced every level of spiritual zeal on the spectrum after the World Race. And then I met Kevin Woolley. Wow! This man takes "sensitivity to the Spirit" to another whole level. Per usual, at first, I was a little freaked out and nervous, but I eventually realized this guy was just completely sold-out and on-fire for Christ. I generally consider myself "on-fire" for Christ, but after spending some time with Kevin, I began to feel lukewarm! Kevin literally sold every worldly possession in order to buy only the essential stuff necessary to take the cross to all of the Lower 48 and DC. Kevin relies 100% on the Lord to provide finances/lodging/meals and He has been faithful for over a year.
Kevin's stories are wild and crazy and in some cases absolutely unbelievable. And yet, I believe every single one of them. I brought Kevin with me to a pot-luck church dinner on Wednesday night and I witnessed him bless the group by praying and prophesying over people. It was awesome. And the next night, he prayed with one of the guys from my small group and from my vantage point, it was powerful. We had an awesome two nights of fellowship and "iron sharpening." The Holy Spirit is truly working through Kevin in a mighty way.
Here's what I want to leave you with, if you pass Bike4God on the road - stop and talk to him, because I guarantee it will be the most spiritually refreshing encounter of your day, week or even your month. Kevin might look like a nut with that six-foot cross behind his bicycle, but at least he's screwed on the right bolt!
(Me and Kevin Woolley aka "Bike4God" in my house)
Kevin plans to spend the winter in Florida chronicling his spiritual journey and then he's going to do it all over again. If you meet Kevin, give him a chance because he is crazy in love with Jesus and you will no doubt be blessed by spending some time with him. What have you got to lose by providing a bed/meal/shower for this guy? Remember what the Holy Bible says in Matthew 25:31-46:
“But when the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit upon his glorious throne.All the nations will be gathered in his presence, and he will separate the people as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats.He will place the sheep at his right hand and the goats at his left.
“Then
the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by
my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the creation of the
world. For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.'
“Then
these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry
and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?'
“And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!'
“Then
the King will turn to those on the left and say, ‘Away with you, you
cursed ones, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his
demons. For I was hungry, and you didn't feed me. I was thirsty, and you didn't give me a drink. I
was a stranger, and you didn't invite me into your home. I was naked,
and you didn't give me clothing. I was sick and in prison, and you
didn't visit me.'
“Then
they will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry or thirsty or a
stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and not help you?'
“And
he will answer, ‘I tell you the truth, when you refused to help the
least of these my brothers and sisters, you were refusing to help me.'
“And they will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous will go into eternal life.”
Dang. That's a powerful passage of scripture, right? Please keep that in the back of your mind. Actually, no - keep that in the front of your mind.
These are just a few of the many questions I've been wrestling with lately...
Why do I walk past Lazarus dozens of times every day and pretend like I don't see him? Why don't I wake up earlier to spend more time in prayer? Why am I not back in Malawi preaching the gospel to the unreached?
We need to get out of our comfort zones and live the way Jesus tells us to live, the way He lived.
Four men, on a mission from God. The beginning of an epic North American
road trip that spans many states, two countries, countless drifters,
family and friends and of course, a love story.
No, I'm not physically in Romania, although a little piece of me will always be in Târgu Mure™. Some of you may remember my blogs from Romania (#1, #2, #3, #4 and #5) in October 2010. We worked with Pastor Zsombor Horvath and our primary mission that month was planting a church for university students in Targu Mures where Hungarians and Romanians could worship the Lord together. It was a very challenging month for a variety of reasons, but I made some amazing friends that month at Sapientia and developed particularly strong relationships with Laci, Reni and Sergiu. When Phil Henry told me he and Christy Zbylut would be heading back to Romania as squad leaders for the September 2011 squad, I knew I wanted to send with him a little something from Washington, DC to give to our friends to show them I still think about them and pray for them often. Thus far, Phil has only been able to meet up with Laci, but below are two pictures of them. I wish I could have been there.
1 Corinthians 9:19-23; "Even though I am a free man with no master, I have become a slave to all people to bring many to Christ. When I was with the Jews, I lived like a Jew to bring the Jews to
Christ. When I was with those who follow the Jewish law, I too lived
under that law. Even though I am not subject to the law, I did this so I
could bring to Christ those who are under the law. When I am with the Gentiles who do not follow the Jewish law, I too live apart from that law so I can bring them to Christ. But I do not ignore the law of God; I obey the law of Christ.
When I am with those who are weak, I share their weakness, for I want
to bring the weak to Christ. Yes, I try to find common ground with
everyone, doing everything I can to save some. I do everything to spread the Good News and share in its blessings."
"Do we, as Christ-followers, care enough about people to do whatever it takes to tell them about Jesus? Paul obviously did. God wants us to love people that much - enough to reach out to them with the gospel in a creative way. We need to use every available method, at every available time, to reach every available person for Jesus Christ." Thanks for that reminder, Rick Warren - I love your daily Purpose Driven Connection emails. This is something I clearly fail at because I choose not to use social media platforms such as Facebook and Twitter that can so easily be turned in to evangelistic tools.
I'm staying in Southwest DC on 7th St and while I'm just a few blocks from the National Mall and all kinds of memorials/monuments/museums, I'm also pretty close to some dicey areas where plenty of riffraff congregate. I love homeless ministry, whether it's Miriam's Kitchen in Foggy Bottom, the Lighthouse in Dublin or Kawan in Penang - I love it all. I will never forget Alex, Fergol, Jay, Matis and Rodrigo from the Lighthouse or Biri from Penang.
I don't always give money to homeless beggars and panhandlers, I wish I did, but I don't. But, I always try to be polite to them and treat them with respect because I remember that Jesus was homeless as He says in Matthew 8:20; "And Jesus said to him, 'Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.''' And let us not forget Hebrews 13:2; "Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some have unwittingly entertained angels." I've recently been doing some impromptu street ministry by pounding the pavement of DC with PB&J
sandwiches to share the Good News of Jesus Christ in a creative way (although I realize this isn't uber-creative, it's the best I could come up with).
Here are some stories...
At about 10am last Wednesday, I walked over to Safeway and bought two loaves of wheat bread and giant jars of peanut butter and jelly. As I was getting the ingredients, a man in a Dallas Cowboys jacket and hat approached me and asked me for some money to buy some food. I didn't have any cash on me, but I told him I would buy him whatever he wanted, or if was willing to wait, I'd make him a PB&J. So, this man, Benjamin, went and picked out some coffee cake kind of thing and I bought it for him. As we walked out of Safeway together, he was very thankful and I shared Jesus with him. Well, we walked for a few blocks and I shared some more about why I wanted to help him. I prayed for him and I told him if he got rid of his Cowboys gear I'd buy him another coffee cake, but he just laughed and said, "no thanks."
Just about a hundred yards from where I stay, a man named Cole lives under a bridge with all of his worldly possessions. He takes my sandwiches every day, but he never really says too much. I've tried sharing the Gospel with him, but he doesn't engage in conversation. I've given him some tracts, so I hope he reads them. Every day I pray he'll want to talk about it, but I can't force it.
6th & F St is a great place to minister. There are always people sitting under an overhang outside the Chinatown Fire Department. There I kick it with Arnold, Cookie, Mike (aka Dusty) and Star. They are always very appreciative to receive the free sandwiches and I go back and see them every day. By now we're on a first name basis and I pray with them, we talk about Jesus and they're huge Redskins fans. We sang a nice rendition of "Hail to the Redskins" on Monday after Sunday's victory over the Giants. Mike has to appear in court on Wednesday for a misdemeanor, so that is the current prayer request for that group.
I've seen Stanley a couple times, but he never wants my food, just money. He has let me pray for him, which is a nice consolation.
Greg is another regular who is usually sitting outside the Chinatown/Gallery Place metro shaking a cup. He let me sit down with him and relax and always accepts my PB&J and we always talk about Jesus. He seems like he's made the decision to accept Christ and genuinely seems thankful for the life God has blessed him with.
One of my favorites is Guy. I met him standing in front of City Sports on 7th St asking for money. I've had some amazing conversations with Guy. Guy is allegedly 54-years old, addicted to crack and a summa cum laude accounting graduate. We talked for a long time and we basically agreed on all aspects of faith and religion. He asked me if I knew the difference between "alleluia" and "hallelujah"...I didn't really know the answer, but I told him there was no difference, it was just different spelling like "Hanukkah" and "Chanukah." A Hebrew thing. He bought it. Guy said he was on the lam from some drug dealers in Philadelphia. When I asked Guy how I could be praying for him, he asked me to pray for his salvation, which confused me because he already told me he had accepted Christ as his personal Savior. But he said, "Yea - I've put my faith and trust in Jesus Christ, but I keep making the same mistakes over and over again and that worries me. I just can't kick this crack habit. At some point, if I was really saved wouldn't I stop making these same stupid mistakes? You understand?" Yikes. Yea, I understood him all right. I said to him, "Guy - we're all sinners. Every day we slip up and make mistakes and sin - Jesus is the only one who never did. The fact that you are even concerned about your salvation tells me that your heart is in the right place. Even Paul had his 'thorn in the flesh.' I've got sin in my life I can't overcome - it's not an addiction to crack, but there are plenty of other sins which separate me from God. All you can do is ask God to forgive you and accept Christ into your heart and try your best to live a life worthy of the calling you have received." I'm not sure it was the correct answer, but it's the best I could come up with off-the-cuff. I haven't seen him since Friday which worries me. I continue to pray for him.
At the corner of 8th & H St I saw a guy sitting down on the steps of Calvary Baptist Church. I'll admit it, I was profiling, but I couldn't really get a good read on this guy. I kept thinking to myself, "Is there anything more disrespectful and offensive than approaching someone who is NOT homeless and offering them a sandwich?" Probably not. I mentally prepared myself for an a**kicking. But, God was nudging me to approach this guy, so I walked up to him...
Me: hey man - how's it going? Bearded Man: I'm OK. Me: you hungry? Bearded Man: yea? Me: well, I've got some sandwiches if you'd like one? Bearded Man: ok
I sat down and introduced myself to the bearded man, Chris, and we talked for a good twenty minutes. Chris is 29, father of a four-year old daughter outside of Philadelphia, been on the streets since May and has some psychological issues with anxiety and obsessive compulsive behavior. No drinking or drug problems, which I believed, but he's clearly in a fragile mental state. He asked me if I had any kids and I just kind of laughed and said no. I told him I was still working on finding a girlfriend. He went on to say that he and his daughter's mother "did not get along." I talked about forgiveness, related that to the price Christ paid on the cross in order to forgive us of our sins and encouraged him to forgive his daughter's mother. Pretty early on in our conversation he told me he was considering becoming a Muslim which caused me to turn on my evangelizing afterburners. He let me pray for him and I think it may have struck a chord with him. At the end of our discussion, Chris told me he thought any girl would be lucky to date me. Ha! Sounded like something my grandmother would say. As I walked away, he asked me if I wanted to hear a joke and I said, "of course!"
"What do you call an airplane full of accountants?" A Boring 747. Zing!
Street ministry is awesome. There is nothing better than when a complete stranger allows me to pray for them. There is power in prayer and when someone lets me put a hand on their shoulder and I start talking with the living God, it gives me an adrenaline injection straight to the heart - I love it.
My hope and prayer is that the people who accept the free gift of my PB&J sandwiches, recognize that God provided them, not me, and that they will accept the free gift of salvation Christ promises as easily as they accept the sandwich. I want them to feel the love and compassion of Jesus Christ when they are with me.
The most common words I hear on the street are, "God bless you!" People are so quick to utter the phrase, "God bless you" whether it is after a sneeze or in a situation such as this. I feel like it just gets tossed around and has lost its significance. I am so blessed. God has blessed me with more than I could ever ask for or imagine. Every single breath is a gift and it is only by the grace of God that I am alive today.
I'm sorry if this blog entry has kind of jumped all over the place, I've been working on it piecemeal for a few days now. Basically, what I'm trying to say is, take Rick Warren's advice above and reach out with the Gospel. People need it, they want it and it is our duty as Christ-followers to share it. The Lord can and will use you to do big things wherever you are if you just put yourself in the situation and let God do the rest.
Romans 1:16; "For I am not ashamed of the Gospel. The Gospel is the power of
God at work, saving everyone who believes - the Jew first and also the
Gentile."
"Today, my friend Reza Kahlili, the former Iranian Revolutionary Guards Corps officer, has posted an article on his blog
telling the world that he has renounced Shia Islam and become a
follower of Jesus Christ. The article is also running today on the
WorldNet Daily website:
An excerpt:
“Jesus came to me when I needed guidance. He came to me at a time when
my faith in man and religion was totally shaken. His words and His love
became the guiding light to set me free from sin and hopelessness. I
found myself knowing there is goodness and kindness and that it comes
from within us - that it is only through His love that we will find
peace and eternal life….After a long journey, I have finally found my
God. I feel at home now. And as I continue my fight against the evil in
Iran, I know in my heart that the Lord will guide me in that fight
because He loves the people of Iran even more than I do. The Iranian
people are desperate for their freedom, and Jesus says, “If you continue
in My word, then you are truly disciples of mine; and you will know the
truth, and the truth will make you free (John 8:31-32).”
Publicly
professing one's faith in Jesus Christ is a big step for anyone from
Shia or Sunni Islam. This is no less true for Reza today. Please
pray for him to be strong. Please pray for him to walk with Jesus every
day. Please pray that the Lord would protect him and his family
spiritually, emotionally and physically as Reza takes this important
step in the life of all Christ followers. Pray, too, that many will be
moved to read the New Testament and consider the claims of Jesus of
Nazareth and come to realize that Jesus truly is the Messiah. Feel
free to share Reza's article with family, friends and colleagues who
would be encouraged by his story, and with those who may be searching
for Jesus as well."
I found the timing of this report to be very fitting for me as I had just met and had dinner with a missionary on furlough from a Middle Eastern country a few nights prior. According to this missionary, he lives in a closed country (it prevents Christian ministry by expatriates as missionaries) that is 99.9% Muslim. This missionary has made a lifetime commitment of bringing the Gospel to this lost nation and it inspired me, yet scared me. This missionary is the only American and the only Christian where he lives and I cannot imagine the loneliness he must deal with, but he truly finds his joy in the Lord and it was incredible to hear his stories. I also learned a lot about the strategy missionaries use in the Middle East and it is fascinating. There was a lot of talk about how the Gospel is contextualized in Muslim communities and the "C1 - C6" spectrum. Reading reports like Reza Kahlili's above gives me hope that the missionaries risking their lives for the Lord in the closed Middle East will see fruits from their labor.
In other news, last Saturday I led a team of volunteers from Frontline in beautifying M.C. Terrell Elementary School in SE as part of the DC Schools Project. And then on Sunday, I teamed up with some of the friends from Saturday and went over to Covenant House to hang out with some homeless teens - we played football and led them in a Bible study about the Prodigal Son. Just a great weekend all around.
My mom sent me this essay recently published in the Wall Street Journal written by the the U.K.'s chief rabbi. It highlights the importance of church and religion in society and I think Sacks brings up some brilliant points.
It was the same city but it might have been a
different planet. At the end of April, the eyes of the world were on
London as a dashing prince and a radiant princess, William and Kate,
rode in a horse-drawn carriage through streets lined with cheering
crowds sharing a mood of joyous celebration. Less than four months
later, the world was watching London again as hooded youths ran riot
down high streets, smashing windows, looting shops, setting fire to
cars, attacking passersby and throwing rocks at the police.
It looked like a scene from Cairo,
Tunis or Tripoli earlier in the year. But this was no political
uprising. People were breaking into shops and making off with clothes,
shoes, electronic gadgets and flat-screen televisions. It was, as
someone later called it, shopping with violence, consumerism run
rampage, an explosion of lawlessness made possible by mobile phones as
gangs discovered that by text messaging they could bring crowds onto the
streets where they became, for a while, impossible to control.
Let us be clear. The numbers involved were relatively small. The
lawkeepers vastly outnumbered the lawbreakers. People stepped in to
rescue those attacked. Crowds appeared each morning to clear up the
wreckage of the night before. Britain remains a decent, good and
gracious society.
But the damage was real. Businesses were destroyed. People lost their
homes. A 68-year-old man, attacked by a mob while trying to put out a
fire, died. Three young men in Birmingham were killed in a hit-and-run
attack. While it lasted, it was very frightening.
It took everyone by surprise. It should not have.
Britain is the latest country to pay the price for what happened half
a century ago in one of the most radical transformations in the history
of the West. In virtually every Western society in the 1960s there was a
moral revolution, an abandonment of its entire traditional ethic of
self-restraint. All you need, sang the Beatles, is love. The
Judeo-Christian moral code was jettisoned. In its place came: whatever
works for you. The Ten Commandments were rewritten as the Ten Creative
Suggestions. Or as Allan Bloom put it in "The Closing of the American
Mind": "I am the Lord Your God: Relax!"
You do not have to be a Victorian sentimentalist to realize that
something has gone badly wrong since. In Britain today, more than 40% of
children are born outside marriage. This has led to new forms of child
poverty that serious government spending has failed to cure. In 2007, a
Unicef report found that Britain's children are the unhappiest in the
world. The 2011 riots are one result. But there are others.
Whole communities are growing up
without fathers or male role models. Bringing up a family in the best of
circumstances is not easy. To try to do it by placing the entire burden
on women - 91% of single-parent families in Britain are headed by the
mother, according to census data - is practically absurd and morally
indefensible. By the time boys are in their early teens they are
physically stronger than their mothers. Having no fathers, they are
socialized in gangs. No one can control them: not parents, teachers or
even the local police. There are areas in Britain's major cities that
have been no-go areas for years. Crime is rampant. So are drugs. It is a
recipe for violence and despair.
That is the problem. At first it seemed as if the riots were almost
random with no basis in class or race. As the perpetrators have come to
court, a different picture has emerged. Of those charged, 60% had a
previous criminal record, and 25% belonged to gangs.
This was the bursting of a dam of potential trouble that has been
building for years. The collapse of families and communities leaves in
its wake unsocialized young people, deprived of parental care, who on
average - and yes, there are exceptions - do worse than their peers at
school, are more susceptible to drug and alcohol abuse, less likely to
find stable employment and more likely to land up in jail.
The truth is, it is not their fault. They are the victims of the
tsunami of wishful thinking that washed across the West saying that you
can have sex without the responsibility of marriage, children without
the responsibility of parenthood, social order without the
responsibility of citizenship, liberty without the responsibility of
morality and self-esteem without the responsibility of work and earned
achievement.
What has happened morally in the West
is what has happened financially as well. Good and otherwise sensible
people were persuaded that you could spend more than you earn, incur
debt at unprecedented levels and consume the world's resources without
thinking about who will pay the bill and when. It has been the culture
of the free lunch in a world where there are no free lunches.
We have been spending our moral capital with the same reckless
abandon that we have been spending our financial capital. Freud was
right. The precondition of civilization is the ability to defer the
gratification of instinct. And even Freud, who disliked religion and
called it the "obsessional neurosis" of humankind, realized that it was
the Judeo-Christian ethic that trained people to control their
appetites.
There are large parts of Britain, Europe and even the United States
where religion is a thing of the past and there is no counter-voice to
the culture of buy it, spend it, wear it, flaunt it, because you're
worth it. The message is that morality is passé, conscience is for
wimps, and the single overriding command is "Thou shalt not be found
out."
Has this happened before, and is there a way back? The answer to both
questions is in the affirmative. In the 1820s, in Britain and America, a
similar phenomenon occurred. People were moving from villages to
cities. Families were disrupted. Young people were separated from their
parents and no longer under their control. Alcohol consumption rose
dramatically. So did violence. In the 1820s it was unsafe to walk the
streets of London because of pickpockets by day and "unruly ruffians" by
night.
What happened over the next 30 years was a massive shift in public
opinion. There was an unprecedented growth in charities, friendly
societies, working men's institutes, temperance groups, church and
synagogue associations, Sunday schools, YMCA buildings and moral
campaigns of every shape and size, fighting slavery or child labor or
inhuman working conditions. The common factor was their focus on the
building of moral character, self-discipline, willpower and personal
responsibility. It worked. Within a single generation, crime rates came
down and social order was restored. What was achieved was nothing less
than the re-moralization of society - much of it driven by religion.
It was this that the young French
aristocrat Alexis de Tocqueville saw on his visit to America in 1831. It
astonished him. Tocqueville was expecting to see, in the land that had
enacted the constitutional separation of church and state, a secular
society. To his amazement he found something completely different: a
secular state, to be sure, but also a society in which religion was, he
said, the first of its political (we would now say "civil")
institutions. It did three things he saw as essential. It strengthened
the family. It taught morality. And it encouraged active citizenship.
Nearly 200 years later, the Tocqueville of our time, Harvard
sociologist Robert Putnam, made the same discovery. Mr. Putnam is famous
for his diagnosis of the breakdown of social capital he called "bowling
alone." More people were going bowling, but fewer were joining teams.
It was a symbol of the loss of community in an age of rampant
individualism. That was the bad news.
At the end of 2010, he published the good news. Social capital, he
wrote in "American Grace," has not disappeared. It is alive and well and
can be found in churches, synagogues and other places of worship.
Religious people, he discovered, make better neighbors and citizens.
They are more likely to give to charity, volunteer, assist a homeless
person, donate blood, spend time with someone feeling depressed, offer a
seat to a stranger, help someone find a job and take part in local
civic life. Affiliation to a religious community is the best predictor
of altruism and empathy: better than education, age, income, gender or
race.
Much can and must be done by governments, but they cannot of
themselves change lives. Governments cannot make marriages or turn
feckless individuals into responsible citizens. That needs another kind
of change agent. Alexis de Tocqueville saw it then, Robert Putnam is
saying it now. It needs religion: not as doctrine but as a shaper of
behavior, a tutor in morality, an ongoing seminar in self-restraint and
pursuit of the common good.
One of our great British exports to America, Harvard historian Niall
Ferguson, has a fascinating passage in his recent book "Civilization,"
in which he asks whether the West can maintain its primacy on the world
stage or if it is a civilization in decline.
He quotes a member of the Chinese
Academy of Social Sciences, tasked with finding out what gave the West
its dominance. He said: At first we thought it was your guns. Then we
thought it was your political system, democracy. Then we said it was
your economic system, capitalism. But for the last 20 years, we have
known that it was your religion.
It was the Judeo-Christian heritage that gave the West its restless
pursuit of a tomorrow that would be better than today. The Chinese have
learned the lesson. Fifty years after Chairman Mao declared China a
religion-free zone, there are now more Chinese Christians than there are
members of the Communist Party.
China has learned the lesson. The question is: Will we?
Since being home, I've joined up with a new ministry of McLean Bible Church through Frontline called PIE (Pizza, Intercession, Evangelism). We've gone out three Saturday nights in the past seven weeks and my experiences get better each time I go out.
Everyone meets up at church out in McLean for some Papa Johns pizza and we discuss logistics for the night, listen/watch something for encouragement (Saturday it was K.P. Yohannan and the time before that it was Mark Driscoll), do a devo and then pray for the night. From MBC we hop on the metro and head to 18th Street in Adams Morgan.
By the time we get down to 18th Street, it is a complete circus. If you've never hung out in this part of town, there must be somewhere in the vicinity of thirty bars/restaurants/nightclubs on this strip in Adams Morgan and come eleven o'clock on a Saturday night, there are dozens of people milling around 18th Street most of whom have been drinking. It's really interesting for me to be out there passing out million dollar gospel tracts (I know, they are pretty cheesy, but if just one person pulls this out of their pocket/purse when they're hungover on Sunday and comes to know the Lord, it worked), because I've spent many a Saturday night eating in those restaurants, hanging out in those bars and it's weird for me to post-up on 18th Street trying to tell my peers there is more to life, they need to repent and give their life to Christ. Shoot, just last Saturday I spent all day and night on 18th Street having a wonderful time with some of my best friends saying "Adios!" to Todd & Ashley. But, I do it out of obedience to the Great Commission and because I want everyone to experience the love of Jesus Christ the way I do.
I have to be completely honest and admit that my first Saturday night of evangelism in DC in June was not a good one - it was discouraging, humbling and sad. After being in places during the World Race where people were genuinely eager and excited to hear what I had to say and learn more about the Lord, I was crushed to hear the responses from my fellow Americans in my hometown - I had all kinds of vulgar epithets hurled at me. But, the Bible says to expect that kind of response, right?
John 15:18-21; “If the world hates you, remember that it hated me first.The
world would love you as one of its own if you belonged to it, but you
are no longer part of the world. I chose you to come out of the world,
so it hates you.Do
you remember what I told you? ‘A slave is not greater than the master.'
Since they persecuted me, naturally they will persecute you. And if
they had listened to me, they would listen to you.They will do all this to you because of me, for they have rejected the One who sent me."
Matthew 5:11-12; "God blesses you when people mock you and persecute you and lie about you and say all sorts of evil things against you because you are my followers.Be
happy about it! Be very glad! For a great reward awaits you in heaven.
And remember, the ancient prophets were persecuted in the same way."
2 Timothy 3:12; "Yes, and everyone who wants to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will suffer persecution."
1 Peter 4:12-13; "Dear friends, don't be surprised at the fiery trials you are going through, as if something strange were happening to you. Instead, be very glad - for these trials make you partners with Christ in
his suffering, so that you will have the wonderful joy of seeing his
glory when it is revealed to all the world."
1 John 3:13; "So don't be surprised, dear brothers and sisters, if the world hates you."
Let's just say I wasn't exactly rejoicing at the response. But, it didn't deter me from fighting the good fight and remaining faithful. And finally, after two tough Saturday nights, my third Saturday made up for it when I had by far my best conversation to date - God had clearly been orchestrating this Divine appointment behind the scenes.
I met a middle-aged man, Brendan, who was out pacing 18th Street for some fresh air and to vent because he was frustrated about something and we got to talking. He had not been drinking - in fact, hadn't had a drink in over three years because of heart issues. When I asked Brendan the "million dollar question" he said he thought he used to know the answer, but over the past few years, he's given up hope because as he said, "For all of my life up until recently I've been a devout Catholic, but when - please excuse my language - you've been kicked in the balls as many times as I have, it's really hard to believe that there is a God out there who loves you and wants the best for you." Brendan went on to share his life story with me which included every trial and tribulation imaginable (parents died when he was thirteen...kidney transplant...multiple heart surgeries...lost his wife to cancer...single father of an epileptic daughter, etc.) and I could not help but agree with the guy - I'd probably feel the same way. Brendan said that every time he finally thought things were getting better, he would get knocked down again and he eventually got to the point where he had given up hope and faith in the Lord. It killed me to hear Brendan's story. Listen, I've been blessed beyond belief in my life - I have never been through anything like what Brendan has been through and I cannot relate to his story at all, but it just so happens that I am currently studying the book of Job. For those not familiar with Job, he was a righteous man - "perfect and upright" - but the Lord allowed him to suffer in extreme fashion (every one of his ten children die, he lost all of his possessions and his body is plagued with painful boils) yet he never ever lost his faith in the Lord nor cursed the name of the Lord. When it was all said and done in chapter 42 of Job, the Lord blessed the latter end of Job's life twice as much as his beginning and Job lived for 140 years to see his sons to the fourth generation. My favorite verse comes at the end of the first chapter after Job loses all of his children and worldly possessions:
So, I said to Brendan, in the words of late, great Jimmy Valvano, "don't give up...don't ever give up." I encouraged Brendan to keep the faith, keep trusting in the Lord, praise Him in good times and in bad times - just like Job - because if He blessed Job, He could do the same for Brendan. I know it's easier said than done, especially for someone like me, who hasn't suffered at all like Brendan or Job, but I believe the Bible is bona fide. As we parted ways, Brendan turned to me and said, "You know, I can't say that you've 100% changed my mind about everything, but you've certainly made me think more about it and that reference to Job was spot on - I needed to hear that and I'm definitely going to look in to that some more. Thanks." Apparently it was just what Brendan needed and from a selfish standpoint, it was exactly the sort of encounter I needed. God is good, all the time. And all the time, God is good. Thank you, Jesus, for that conversation and for giving me words to speak to Brendan - may Your will be done.
During my eleven months on the mission field it seemed to me that my squad as a whole focused too much on "the enemy" - the strongholds he had on us and how he was disrupting our spiritual lives - and we would often give him too much credit. I disliked the way the enemy often appeared to be the center of our attention, as opposed to focusing on the Lord and praising Him for the abundance of blessings He was constantly pouring out on us. Satan is very real and he is a formidable foe, but with Jesus Christ, victory is ours. Jesus Christ defeated Satan once and for all when He was crucified on the cross at Calvary and rose again three days later. That is not to say that we do not need to be cognizant of the enemy - we must always be wearing the whole armor of God as Ephesians 6 says - but our focus as Christ-followers needs to be on the abundant life we have in Christ Jesus and His victory over the enemy.
Admirers of 'The Screwtape Letters' range from Monty Python's John Cleese to Focus on the Family.
By John A. Murray
While a Gallup poll earlier this summer showed that
nine in 10 Americans still believe in God, a survey by the Barna Group
released last week found that only 43% of Americans believe the devil to
be a "living entity," as opposed to a symbol of evil.
Among the educated elite today, talking publicly about one's belief
in the devil and his influence on the culture and the world would be
social suicide. The same was no less true in 1947, when Oxford don C.S.
Lewis addressed this subject in an interview with Time magazine.
"Lewis (like T. S. Eliot, W. H. Auden, et al.) is one of a growing
band of heretics among modern intellectuals: an intellectual who
believes in God," Time reported. "It is not a mild and vague belief, for
he accepts 'all the articles of the Christian faith' - which means that
he also believes in sin and in the Devil."
The Time article went on to note: "Since 1941, when Lewis published a
witty collection of infernal correspondence called 'The Screwtape
Letters,' this middle-aged (49) bachelor professor who lives a mildly
humdrum life ('I like monotony') has sold something over a million
copies of his 15 books. He has made 29 radio broadcasts on religious
subjects, each to an average of 600,000 listeners."
C.S. Lewis's "The Screwtape Letters" first appeared in the Guardian
from May 2, 1941, to Nov. 28, 1941, before being published as a book in
1942. It became an immediate bestseller and has remained popular; 20th
Century Fox hopes to make a movie based on "Screwtape" in the next few
years.
Over the years, "The Screwtape Letters" has captured the imagination
of a wide spectrum of admirers from Monty Python's John Cleese (who
narrated a famous audio version) to Focus on the Family (which recently
published a dramatic audio version of their own).
The collection of letters follows the correspondence of Uncle
Screwtape ("Undersecretary for the Infernal Lowerarchy") to his nephew
Wormwood - an inexperienced devil who has been assigned a "patient" to
tempt on Earth. "The Enemy" in the story is not the devil, whom
Screwtape affectionately calls "Our Father Below," but God. "Our
Father's House" is not heaven, but hell. Thus, everything Screwtape
portrays as good is actually evil, and vice versa.
Set at the start of World War II, an unnamed young Englishman serves
as Wormwood's patient and the focus of the devils' schemes. As
commentator Mark Edward DeForrest wrote, "It is the story of a simple
life of faith, concerned with the commonplace difficulties of being a
disciple of Jesus Christ in a world filled with small but spiritually
deadly dangers."
When asked about "his belief in the Devil," Lewis addressed the
question in a thought-provoking way in his preface to a revised edition
of "Screwtape" in 1960: "Now, if by 'the Devil' you mean a power
opposite to God and, like God, self existent from all eternity, the
answer is certainly No."
That is, Lewis did not believe in the false theology and caricatures
of the devil that have developed over the centuries - whether through art,
literature or even today's sports mascots (think Duke and Arizona
State).
As Lewis explained, "There is no uncreated being except God. God has
no opposite. . . . The proper question is whether I believe in devils. I
do. That is to say, I believe in angels, and I believe that some of
these, by the abuse of their free will, have become enemies to God. . . .
Satan, the leader or dictator of devils, is the opposite, not of God,
but of Michael."
In his original preface written from
Magdalen College at Oxford on July 5, 1941, Lewis warned of what he
called "the two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall
about the devils." One error "is to disbelieve in their existence. The
other is to believe and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in
them." Lewis concluded that the devils "are equally pleased by both
errors, and hail a materialist or a magician with the same delight."
Lewis noted the failures born from mankind's fallen nature. But he
believed in the power of Jesus Christ to overcome sin, death and Satan,
and the optimism of faith and hope.
"The Screwtape Letters" concludes by echoing the words of the First
Epistle of John, as the patient dies in a bombing raid and goes to
heaven - seeing not only angels but Christ himself. For as St. John
declared, "I write these things to you who believe in the name of the
Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life. . . . The
one who was born of God keeps him safe, and the evil one cannot harm
him."
As previously mentioned in my Truckin' blog, here is a preview of our road trip that began on May 29th. I'll be sure to post the rest of the episodes as they are completed. Enjoy.
In other news, Daniel, Craig and I are still pursuing future mission projects. For a taste of what we're currently working on, check out the Brothers Abroad website that is still very fluid/half baked/ under construction/work in progress or whatever you want to call it.
As many of you know, if I were to go back to one country from my World Race and serve as a missionary, I would pick Malawi. I spent two months in Malawi (November 2010 up north in Mzuzu and December 2010 in the central region on Lake Malawi in Senga Bay), and fell in love with the "Warm Heart of Africa" (read this blog and this blog for more detail). The people, the culture and the Holy Spirit made my two months in Malawi forever life-changing. I learned so much about the church body and how to preach and teach from Pastor Tony and his wife, Mama Pastor (Charity), in Mzuzu and then Johan & Marie taught me some of the most valuable life lessons I've ever learned while in Senga Bay.
That's why the news coming out of Malawi this past week breaks my heart and has me praying for the country of Malawi and its citizens harder than ever before. If you're a prayer warrior or if you're just someone who haphazardly stumbled upon this blog, please remember to lift up the country of Malawi to the Lord in your prayers today. Pray the elected officials leading the country will exercise godly wisdom in their decision-making and pray for the Lord's will to be done in the government and with the protestors. I don't know enough about the political climate of Malawi to opine on its current state of affairs or choose sides, but I know it's a very sticky situation - there is much civil unrest and most of it results from the president allegedly breaking promises and being too autocratic.
Also, please pray for the country of Norway - what a terrible tragedy
they are dealing with right now. Pray that during this difficult
time, the Lord draws people near to Him and that people look to Him for
comfort.
Pray that events like the ones happening in both Malawi and Norway will result in increased faith among
believers and that Christ-followers truly believe what Paul writes in
Romans 8:28; "we know that all things work together for good to those
who love God, who have been called according to his purpose."
While you're throwing up prayers for Malawi and Norway, you might as well toss up a few prayers for the United States of America and the events happening in DC this weekend regarding our debt debacle.