“If you died tonight, what would you say to God to get Him to let you into His heaven?”

I had opened the front door to find two women standing there. I think they may have introduced themselves, and possibly told what church they represented. But then one of them said this line. This memorized line.

My first thought? What a confrontational thing to say!

My second thought? This is what it feels like to be on the other side of the door.

Because I had gone door-to-door “soul-winning” too. I had probably even used this line, because it was the one in vogue at the time. Its purpose was to quickly ascertain if your target was a believer in Jesus Christ, so it seemed foolproof. But now . . . I suddenly felt different about it.

I even remember my third thought. She looks like one of the most burdened women I’ve ever seen.

I said, “I’m a Christian.” I knew that wasn’t quite good enough, because people can define “Christian” in many different ways. Maybe my memory is exaggerated, but it seems to me that her eyes darted back and forth and she shifted on her feet as she tried to follow up on my statement.

I invited them in and talked with them for a while. Though I can’t remember what I said, I remember thinking that I wanted to help that woman become a better advertisement for Christianity. I myself knew only dimly all the Jesus Christ had to offer in His great salvation, but I knew there was more than what I saw on that woman’s face.

That was twenty-five years ago. We talked about it at breakfast this past week, because our church is currently teaching how to listen and love and pray and speak and live in order to effectively give the gospel (the good news of Jesus Christ) to other people.

But in those days we never talked about “giving the gospel.” We talked about “soul-winning” or “witnessing” or “presenting the plan of salvation.” Not that those terms are necessarily bad (though they can be very misleading), but the Gospel is the Good News.

Here’s one of the reasons, I’m guessing, that woman’s face looked so burdened. “Soul-winning,” or “witnessing” was a very, very burdensome thing, filled with heavy duties, wrought with guilt. Many preachers taught that if you didn’t “witness” to every person you met, then if that person went to hell, his blood would be on your hands, and he would cry out your name from the depths of suffering. This is a sobering and terrible concept. It’s the stuff of nightmares. And the burden is mammoth. It caused some people to work at their “witnessing” even at the expense of their families. It made others stay cloistered inside so that they would never meet anyone so no one’s blood would be on their hands. (Like the Catholics of the Middle Ages, it was part of what caused many say, “Oh well. There’s no way I can accomplish all I’m supposed to, so just oh well.”)

Maybe there was another reason her face looked so joyless. This woman knew that salvation changed our destination—the churches of my past were very good at preaching that. But as my wise husband observed at breakfast, “They see God (Father, Son, Holy Spirit) as just some facts to be believed. In their minds, the responsibility lies with the one human to speak some words, with the other to believe them and say the sinner’s prayer. God is passive.”

I don’t go door to door anymore— it’s not wrong, certainly, but I think it’s not the best way for me. There came a point in my life when I asked the Lord to start bringing me the people who were seeking Him. He began to do that very faithfully, and He gives me the great privilege of spreading the Good News—the great love of God through Jesus Christ—to those whose hearts are longing for it. In seeking the leading of the Holy Spirit instead of memorizing lines, I’m sure I don’t always say the right thing. But I’m learning that far more important than “saying the right thing” is loving with the love of Jesus Christ. Speaking the truth, certainly, but doing it in love.

So now I’m on the other side of the door. And when they come knocking, and their faces are distressed, I’ll invite them in, and I’ll say, “Let’s talk about why the Gospel is called Good News. Not just for your eternal destiny, but for this life right now.”

Chief of hypocrites

I surely can’t be the only one who skips over some Scriptures a hundred times, a thousand times, maybe, and then suddenly one day, as I’m asking the Lord to open the Scriptures to me, He opens some obscure little phrase in a way I never expected.

(That’s what makes reading the Bible exciting.)

So here I am in II Corinthians. Paul says, in chapter 4 verse 1, “Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;” For some reason the Lord directed me to hone in on that “mercy,” or compassion.

The concordance took me to I Timothy 1:16, where Paul candidly tells the reason he had received that compassion. “This is why I obtained mercy: so that in me first Jesus Christ might display all longsuffering, for a pattern to them that will afterwards believe on him to everlasting life.”

Did you get that? Paul says he was shown mercy very early on in the history of the New Covenant because Jesus Christ wanted someone to display His compassion.

“Look at me. I was as bad as it gets. So bad that as I presented myself as the pinnacle of Godliness, I was destroying the lambs who were trusting in the true God.” If the Lord saved someone as deeply hypocritical as Paul—not just saying one thing and doing another, but actively preaching and promoting one thing and actively, vigorously doing exactly the opposite-–if He saved someone like that, yes, the new Christians would marvel, yes, He can save anyone.

It’s never simply a coincidence that the Lord opens Scriptures to me that directly relate to what’s going on in my life. I’ve been learning about men (women too, but this particular field of hypocrisy seems to be dominated by men) who stand in the role of shepherds of the people of God, men who actively preach their own version of Christlikeness (read: “try harder”) while at the same time actively protecting the wolves in their flocks who attack the lambs. How appalling is this hypocrisy? Do you stand appalled?

And yet . . . God can save them. God has chosen Paul as the example, and we still marvel at the salvation of Paul, as if it were as fresh as yesterday. And we look for the day, maybe tomorrow, when one or more of these men will stand before the people of God and say, “In thinking I was protecting the church of God, I actually worked to destroy the church of God. I was a fool. I was deceived. I was a hypocritical sinner. But God has delivered me. And now I proclaim the true mercy of God, who can rescue even a sinner like me.”

We’ll embrace them. We’ll love them, we’ll welcome them. We’ll forgive them. We’ll weep and weep and groan and marvel over the compassion of Christ.

O God, speed the day.

Glory, glory, glory

Those Corinthians were recalcitrants. (That’s one of my current favorite words.)

When Paul wrote II Corinthians, he was having trouble in pretty much every conceivable area of his life. The  influential Jewish leaders, who were the self-professed enemies of Christ, were nearly killing him every chance they got. The Christians (those recalcitrant Corinthians) didn’t trust him. Even the weather seemed to be against him.  That’s why at one point he said he was “troubled on every side.”

But did you ever notice in that book, how much the word “glory” appears? (Along with “light” and “shining,” which are sort of the same idea.) Did you ever really ponder the contrast of these two concepts?

I think I knew about it, but I guess I had forgotten, because when I’ve been studying II Corinthians this time, it’s been hitting me between the eyes. Paul was in affliction and anguish in chapter 2, troubled, perplexed, persecuted, and cast down in chapter 4, groaning in chapter 5, describing his beatings, stonings, deaths (yes, deaths!), shipwrecks, dangers, weariness, painfulness, hunger, thirst, cold, and weakness in chapter 11. And I’ve barely even scratched the surface.

But this book is full of glory. That’s why for my birthday one year I requested that the verses to be printed out and put on my wall be from II Corinthians—some of my very favorite verses ever. Chapter 3, verses 7-18, that contrasts the (fading) glory of the Old Covenant with the breathtaking glory of the New. Doesn’t it just make you stand in amazement? Or that part in chapter 4, where God shines in the darkness to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. Doesn’t it just give you goosebumps?

Or how about at the end of chapter 4 where he contrasts all his afflictions, which were “but for a moment” (read: “this life only”) with his glories in Christ, which would be eternal.

Now there’s a man with a divine perspective.

I well remember one day when I was agonizing in prayer, “Lord show Me your glory!” I wasn’t even sure exactly what I was praying for. And what I got sure wasn’t what I expected. I entered a time of the most intense darkness in spiritual battle that I have ever known. How can I even describe it?

But in the midst of that darkness, in the waging of that war, God showed me, in some small measure, His glory. He became more real, more strong, more precious to me than I had ever known Him to be.

So I cry out with Paul, “The things that are seen don’t last. The things that are not seen are eternal.”

Take heart, dear friend, when you’re in the midst of darkness. (You know who you are.) There is hope. God is real, God is true. God is a God of justice. God is a God of hope. God is a God of joy in darkness. Keep trusting Him.

And you might want to read II Corinthians. Paul really knew what he was talking about.

On holiness and human waste

Do they think their verbal expressions are justified? They rather enjoy the inadvertent blush of some less-trendy peers or the blanch of the older generation? And of course they have strong feelings, so they need strong expressions to express them.

And this is part of our freedom in Christ, isn’t it? And after all, these are only words.

They’re only words. That’s what I was told by my eighth-grade teacher when I spoke to her about the profanities being uttered all around me. Only words.

Sort of like the Bible.

When I was editor of the yearbook at my small Christian college, I showed my mother the finished product with pride. She appropriately admired this and that, but then came to one picture.

“This is profanity, Becky.”

I was shocked. Profanity? In the Christian college yearbook? That I edited?

I looked at the picture. A student was running an obstacle course stepping through tires, and the caption—which I had written—read “Treading on holey ground.” Profanity. Because I had taken something Holy . . . and used it to make a joke.

Profanity? I had thought it was simply cleverness.

Profanity? “You’re making a light thing of the holiness of God.”

Profanity? I felt the hot blush of shame.

“God is big enough to take it,” they say. Oh yes, He is. Always. He was big enough to take it when Nadab and Abihu offered their profanity, making light of the holy things of God. He was big enough to take it. They weren’t.

After all, it was only Fire, Lord.

And so, when they toss God’s Holy Name around as if it were a ping pong ball, when they throw out expletives that treat His eternal punishment as if it were something people experience often in the vicissitudes of life, when they marry the concept of the supreme righteousness and glory of God with the concept of the most detestable of refuse, will they feel a sense of shame? Will theirs be the face to blush?

The Jewish Talmud uses only-words to declare that Jesus will boil for all eternity in a pot of human excrement. Jesus, our Holy Savior. Jesus, God in the flesh.

I imagine that the haters of Jesus Christ enjoy a good laugh over the Christians’ free use of language. “Yes, they’re only words,” they’ll encourage you.

Just like Jesus Christ. The Holy One. Only the Word. The very Communication from God, who has said that our words will reflect our hearts.

Lift up His Holy Name. Use your words to do it.