2 Corinthians 12:9 “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
What’s up everybody, I know I say this every time, but I really desire to blog more frequently. Generally speaking, I don’t like to blog about the small stuff, so good or bad, the result is one blog every 4-6 weeks. Practically speaking, I don’t know how much I live resonates with a massive audience, so I tend to wait for a topic that is applicable for others. I don’t really like blogging about suffering, but this is where I was, and presently am. Life has improved dramatically for me in the last couple months, and my intent is to switch to other topics in the future, but I hope that you can get something from this nonetheless.
I guess one thing suffering does is allow for deep reflection about things you normally wouldn’t think about. I bet that most of you haven’t worried this year about whether you would completely abandon Christianity. Well, as embarrassing as it is to admit, I have on several occasions. My apologies if that sounds disheartening, but its the truth.
I’ve hinted at this in previous blogs, but for transparency sake, one of my biggest fears when I found out my wife’s cancer was terminal was that my life would be irreversibly altered by bitterness, anger or even worse, a complete loss of faith. From the outside looking in, that fear might make not too much sense, but, I’ve been a Christian for a little over a decade and a lot of my identity, friendships and life are built around the Christian faith. But, if Christ wasn’t enough to hold me up when life hit hard then it really wasn’t worth holding on to. Seriously, if I were so overcome with grief to the point that only a liquor bottle could ease the pain, then what’s the point of following Jesus when the pain subsided? It wouldn’t be worth much really. Either the God of the Bible really walks with us, and His grace is really sufficient or He’s a fairytale. An opiate to calm the masses but not fit for personal consumption by the hungry soul.
I know I’m a Christian, and I’ve advertised my faith in Christ prior to, during, and after my wife becoming ill and dying, but please don’t take the following as some pious attempt to proselytize or blindly “praise the Lord”. Even worse, please don’t take this as a profession of personal strength or fortitude by me.
When I was young, it got REAL cold one winter. So cold, that the lake across the street from my house was frozen solid. I’m not sure of the exact protocol, but in order to certify that the ice was safe enough, they literally drove a garbage truck on it. Apparently looking at it isn’t determinative of its strength. The best way to determine its strength is to roll something ridiculously large on it and if it could support the garbage truck with no problem, then it would be able to easily support people ice skating. And it did.
What I would hope for anyone that every reads this blog to have assurance in is this. The foundation of Christ is immeasurably strong. Stronger than I ever imagined. Not strong because of me, strong in spite of me. Having never really had to stand solely on it, I feared that God’s grace was thin ice, just something deep religious people talked about, but when the garbage truck of death and suffering drove in, it turned out to be a glacier the size of a mountain underneath. My fears have been relieved, God really is as advertised and for that I’m eternally encouraged. His grace is enough to sustain and make me thrive no matter what is around.
Plainly stated, I would love nothing more than for everyone who knows my story and similar ones, to see my garbage truck of suffering resting comfortably on the ice of God’s grace and to trust God more boldly, that no matter what His grace is enough for you to really live for Him and trust Him in ways you didn’t think possible.
God’s grace is sufficient for me.
God’s grace is sufficient for you.
You can’t drown, you can’t sink, His unrelenting Grace will hold you up no matter what.
Confusion, disappointment, doubt about your future, pain, death, money problems, relationship problems, or your own inabilities are opportunities for you to test the strength of the foundation.
He hasn’t lost one, and you won’t be the first.
As most of my readers know, my wife passed away on April 23, 2011 due to cancer. Today, on what would have been her 28th birthday, I’ve been reflecting a lot about her life, who she was as a person, and how she taught me so much in the time we shared. From the moment I met Danielle, I knew she was special. In our first phone conversation, I literally told myself that I was going to marry her. To say I enjoyed the time we spent together would be an understatement. I would have preferred nothing else in life than to spend the next 70 years married to her, and to die together holding hands. But God’s ways are not my ways, and what I wanted to happen, didn’t happen.
I spent our first wedding anniversary caring for her as she battled the side effects of chemotherapy and the second wedding anniversary at the cemetery. And as I saw first-hand in the months leading up to her passing, I can honestly say that she is literally the most faith-filled, amazing person that I’ve ever met in person.
We use hyperbole so much these days that statements like that don’t have their intended meaning, but it’s true. The picture above is a quote from her journal, one of many times that she approached her death with the faith of a giant. She knew she was dying, and that she would not do many things on earth that she wanted to do, and while that saddened her, she knew that in all things, even her death, God was still good, and she trusted Him.
I can’t tell you how much I’ve benefited from the example she has set as a christian facing adversity. In my grief journey and in my spiritual pursuits I can’t escape the witness of her life lived through suffering. To trust God when literally EVERYTHING is going wrong in your own body, and to praise God even when you know that He’s allowing you to suffer. That’s mind boggling, but she didn’t do that as a result of inner courage or will power. God graced her to persevere, and persevere she did.
So, for me, I’ve lived by this mantra since the day Dani died, and I pray when I am on my death bed I can say of my own life that I fought the good fight of faith, I’ve finished my work, and I’ve kept the faith.
To any of my readers that may be experiencing difficulty, by the grace of God, who will never forsake us, may we “fight, finish and keep the faith.”
Whats up folks, in honor of my late wife, we’re building water wells to save lives in Africa. Today, 4,100 kids are going to die because of a water related disease. The good news is that we can help. A donation of ANY amount is appreciated. Please donate and pass it along!
Thanksgiving is upon us! It’s probably the only time of the year where people intentionally think about why they’re thankful. This year, as my first Thanksgiving as a widower and the first time in about 5 years that I’m not with my late wife, amidst the difficulty of dealing with loss, I really am grateful for a savior.
That sounds really nice and cliché, something a Christian blogger should say, but there’s a lot more to that beneath the surface. First and foremost, let me say that I hate the fact that I need a savior. It offends ever morsel of my self-righteous sensibilities. Whether you realize it or not, you’re just as deluded as I am. By default, we believe we’re self-sovereign and self-sufficient…and we couldn’t be “wronger”.
I know that’s bad grammar but that’s great theology. We would rather be perfect on our own, with no need for intervention of any kind, but one reason among many that God allows difficulties and suffering is to expose how completely incapable and fragile we are on our own and free us from our illusions of self-sovereignty. As a general disclaimer, I’ve said this in every post since I’ve started blogging, but just in case this is the first post of mine you’ve read, I’ll repeat it. I don’t believe for one second that my wife died to teach me a lesson; however, since she’s died, I’ve learned some infinitely valuable things about myself and about God.
None more important than this: Jesus is a savior. Not just from past sins or future torment. God is working in and for us right now, and its not just not about 2,000 years ago when Jesus died on a cross for your sins. Jesus is our present savior, and before you get misled by the term “Saved” (which has become a really churchy word), check out some of these definitions:
1. to rescue from danger or possible harm, injury, or loss:
2. to keep safe, intact, or unhurt; safeguard; preserve:
3. to keep from being lost:
4. to avoid the waste of:
5. to set aside, reserve, or lay by:
6. to treat carefully in order to reduce wear, fatigue, etc.:
To say “Jesus saves” is to say that he rescues us from our fears, depressions, and anxieties; keeps us intact; keeps us from being lost; prevents us from wasting our lives on things that don’t matter; sets us aside for His purpose and treats us carefully. And as much as I hate being where I am, I have come to know these truths in my worst moments. He really does these things!
I’m thankful for a savior that’s capable and relatable. I think most people get that God is capable. Most people that believe in God, (whatever their specific religion is) understand that God can do whatever God wants, but I don’t think we get how relatable God is. My favorite scripture (for today at least) is Hebrews 4:15
“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are–yet was without sin.”
Jesus understands what it feels like to have pressure to perform to other people’s expectations, what it feels like to struggle with purpose, have people talk about him, plot for his demise, experience death, loss, deal with intolerable people and every other thing that we can struggle with on a daily basis. And He keeps us intact, prevents us from being lost or wasting our lives sets us aside and treats us carefully today.
You don’t have to worry about your life, where you’re going, how things will turn out, how well your business is performing, what your kids will turn out to be or a million of other concerns because if you’ve come to trust Christ, He’s you’re savior, seeing to it that you’re guided, protected and led.
Today, I’m thankful for a savior.
Whats up everyone, for the last 6 weeks, I’ve been meaning to publish this blog, but I guess it was best that I waited until now. I say this all the time, but I seriously need to find a way to blog more often, but time has been flying by at a ridiculous pace.
Still, a lot has changed in my life after Dani died. Some things I expected, and some things are very unexpected. The biggest unexpected change that has taken place has been in my prayer life.
After my wife died, quite expectedly, I was devastated. I didn’t pray much in the immediate aftermath because I didn’t have the energy to do anything. I barely ate, barely showered and barely did anything but cry so getting on my knees to pray wasn’t even a thought in my mind.
But, as the weeks and months passed, I’ve regained a lot of energy, took up exercise and running, golf (which I’m still terrible at) and have been back to work full-time for several months now. One thing really hadn’t returned though, and that was my prayer life. Sure, I was going to church, reading the bible and other spiritual books, but besides the prayers I would pray on Sunday mornings, I would go days without even thinking to pray.
About 6 weeks ago, it hit me like a ton of bricks that the reason I had stopped praying was that the vast majority of my prayer life had been for things. Even before my wife got ill, my prayer life was routinely a request for God to do something, give me something, help someone, or to be my cosmic concierge that organizes my life rewards me for all of my pious actions. (None of these are bad prayers by the way.)
Then suffering hit. My wife got sick. God didn’t grant my request to heal my wife. My prayer life stopped.
I figured that God was going to do whatever He wanted to do anyway so it didn’t really matter if I prayed. After all, God is sovereign right?
It bears repeating that I do not believe for one second that my wife died to teach me a series of lessons; however, in this season of suffering, I’ve learned a lot. I was reading a book by R.C. Sproul entitled “Does Prayer Change Things” and in it he noted something ridiculously simple that blew my mind.
Nobody was more aware of God’s sovereignty than Jesus, and nobody was less focused on earthly treasures than Jesus, but nobody prays as much or as meaningfully as Jesus. Clearly, prayer as Jesus understood it is a whole heck of a lot more than a shopping list of requests. And that’s the type of prayer that I’m in search of.
Jesus would retreat from his surroundings, get up early and go pray, for no other reason than to talk to God. The communion between father and son was what he sought.
I’ve learned that for a long time I’d been praying to Santa Jesus, a version of God that in some ways the extent of our relationship was Him giving me stuff.
Now, there is NOTHING WRONG at all with praying for things, Moses, David, Paul, Peter and Jesus prayed for things at times. But there’s so much more to prayer than getting something in return. In prayer we get God!
As John Piper said in his book Desiring God, “our problem isn’t that we seek after pleasure, our problem is that we are too easily pleased.”
Our problem isn’t that we want joy, happiness or contentment, our problem is that we are too easily satiated by the comforts of this life that will soon wither away.
My problem in my prayer life wasn’t that I prayed for things, it was that the things I prayed for satisfied me, and left no room for the deep longing for God, in which there are limitless treasures in fellowship with Him.
God, as any loving parent desires to give us the best, and the best is He Himself.
Long story short, I’m rediscovering prayer… not merely as requests for God to orchestrate my life (which I still pray for), but through the lens that in prayer, I get God.
What’s up everyone, been a while since I’ve blogged. I’ve been traveling a lot and while I certainly haven’t stopped thinking, between work and traveling I haven’t really had the time (or energy) to blog. In the past couple months, I’ve had some great highs and some devastating lows. Some days feel like Psalm 23, while others feel like Psalm 88.
Today is a special day though, enough to kickstart my blogging again. Two years ago today, God gave me a faith-filled, gorgeous, brilliant woman as my wife. Danielle. I was the literally happiest guy in the world and at that time 2 years ago, I never could have imagined in a million years that I’d be where I am today. Instead of a vacation or a celebratory dinner to celebrate our anniversary, I’m on my way to the cemetery to mourn my wife’s passing.
But today I’m blessed in my mourning. No, this isn’t some denial of the pain associated with grief, because truth be told today is one of the worst and most painful moments I’ve ever lived through. Losing Danielle is a pain so deep and enduring, I would have preferred having my arms ripped off. Nevertheless, faith and pain can and do co-exist very nicely.
Today also is not a proclamation of what God will do. I am blessed today, in my pain, in my grief, in my solitude, in my mourning.
Needless to say, I’m not “blessed” in the traditional understanding of the word blessed, and over these last 4 months I’ve re-examined what it means to be “blessed”. But in the greatest sermon ever preached, by the greatest one to ever walk the earth, Jesus unpacks and reveals who and why we’re blessed.
3 “Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
4 Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
5 Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
7 Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
8 Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
9 Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called children of God.
10 Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
It’s interesting that Jesus never mentions material possessions or those that receive good outcomes as blessed; conversely, He names the poor in spirit, those mourning, the meek, those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, the merciful, pure in heart, peacemakers and the persecuted. Not exactly what we traditionally consider blessed in America, but these are the people with whom God dwells.
Notably, “blessed” in its most basic form, as used in the scripture means “approved by God”. God is not impressed by the greatest preacher or the most amazing outward act; rather, He approves of the one that is so convinced of his/her own emptiness that (s)he runs to God in dependence, laments over their sin in search of God’s grace. God approves of the humble and hungry servant that mercifully deals with people in the knowledge that they themselves have been given so much grace, and deals with everyone graciously.
I’m blessed today because I’m exactly where my sovereign God wants me to be. He absolutely could have stopped Danielle from getting cancer and dying, but He didn’t. He absolutely could have prevented the tears I’ve cried, but He didn’t. What happened in my life came by the permission of God and what God permitted He did so for His plan. And His plan for our lives comes with His provision, to provide for us every step of the way.
But despite the painful situation that He has allowed, He’s allowed it for my good and for His glory. In my bottoming out in this season of mourning I’ve realized that God, the rock beneath me is unshakable, unmovable and dependable.
I’ve realized that I’m carried in everlasting arms, He’ll never let me go.
As Danielle rejoices in heaven, through my tears I can count it all joy and rest assured that He’ll continue in His comfort and finish the work He’s started in me.
God is faithful, He’s everything He’s promised.
Today, because He’s with me, I’m blessed.
The singular purpose of every one of Jesus’ actions on earth could be summed up in one sentence, “that He might bring us to God” ~ 1 Peter 3:18
John 14:1-6 1 “Do not let your heart be troubled; believe in God, believe also in Me. 2 “In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you.3 “If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also.4 “And you know the way where I am going.”5 Thomas said to Him, “Lord, we do not know where You are going, how do we know the way?”6 Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but through Me.
John 14:6 is a complex scripture. If you’ve heard it before, I’m sure you heard it used in discussions about world religions and its usually understood as an exclusive statement of Jesus’ deity and uniqueness. Generally speaking, people use this to debate religion. While I agree that Jesus is the way, I don’t think it should be used in that context. Even more importantly, when Jesus told his disciples that He’s the way, He wasn’t arming them for theological debates, He was talking to a group of confused and scared men to equip them to change the world.
On that road they were going to encounter fear, rejection, heartache, and persecution, so much so that 10 of the 11 were executed and the 11th was boiled and exiled. Again, these men weren’t asking Jesus for a bible lesson, they needed real direction to do real things. In essence, Jesus’ answer wasn’t a map, it was an assurance that He’d always be with them.
Never lose sight that Christianity is primarily and solely a path of relationship. Although it is filled with awesome teachings that should be followed and studied, it is not a mere doctrine to be argued. Information is not faith. The Christian Gospel is not a philosophy to be learned or a creed to be debated. It is not a scientific theory to be proved. It is God becoming flesh and dwelling among us. Jesus came that He might bring us to God through His life, death and resurrection, let us never lose sight of that one glorious truth.
Not only is He the way, He’s a friend. In these last months the greatest thing I can say about Christ is that He’s been a friend; always leading, always guiding, always comforting.
He’s the way.
What’s up everyone, I’ve been on a 5 week hiatus from blogging. For those of you that didn’t know, my wife passed away on April 23rd, 2 days after the last blog entry. First off, thank you to everyone for your prayers and kind words on facebook, twitter and in person.
Needless to say, I needed to take a break from everything and in these last number of weeks I’ve been able to test God’s promises and honestly I’m blown away by the results.
Sunday after church I saw a once in a lifetime thing. A friend and I were hanging out in Brooklyn, and on my way home we saw a guy trying to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge. For whatever reason, as much as I wanted to turn away, I just couldn’t. As the police talked to the guy on the ledge I watched hoping that this would have a good ending. And it did. As you can see in the picture, the cops grabbed him, and against his will, pulled him to safety. That dude couldn’t get away even if he wanted to. That got me thinking A LOT in how God relates to us. In Philippians 3:12 Paul says one of the most amazing things in the bible, something I’ve never really understood until now. It reads: “I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.”
Plainly stated, Paul was reaching out to a God that already had him firmly in His grip. This Christian walk is full of uncertainty on our side, but there is no question about one thing. If you are one of God’s children, He has you, firmly in His grip of grace, and nothing will be able to snatch you out. Not money problems, the death of a loved one, an adulterous spouse, sickness, the loss of your job or a million other things that can shake us to our cores.
I don’t believe at all that Danielle died to teach me a series of lessons, but, over this last year I’ve learned a great deal nonetheless. If I never learn anything else in life, I’ve discovered in these last weeks, that even when we can’t stand on our own, God’s hand is firmly on us, holding us up, and I’m assured that He’s never left, and He never will. I’ve never physically felt like the guy in the pic, but spiritually, I know what it feels like to have one sock on dangling over a bridge. But thanks be to God that I’m trapped in the grip of His grace. And despite how painful my position is right now, I don’t know if there’s a better place in this world to be.
Romans 8:38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Am I a strong guy? No where near it, not now at least, but “when I am weak, then I am strong” and that’s because God’s got me, right in the grip of His grace.
You have to read this ENTIRE blog entry, because if you only read a portion of it, I’m going to come across as a pure heretic and you’re going to end up confused.
“Good Friday” as it is known among Christians today is perhaps the most important event in Christianity for me. I’ve always looked at Good Friday from the perspective of God’s immense love for His children, in that He did not spare Jesus who died as a ransom for our sins. As C.S. Lewis once wrote, “it costs God nothing so far as we know to create nice things; but to convert rebellious souls cost Him crucifixion.” While that perspective is eternally true, this year, I’ve had the “privilege” of seeing Good Friday in a completely and equally true perspective; that of the disciples watching their master and savior die on the cross.
If we look at the situation from their perspective, and force ourselves to pause long enough to walk in their shoes, Good Friday to them wasn’t a story about love; it was a time of pure chaos, shock and most importantly, disappointment. Think about it, from the time that Jesus called his disciples to follow Him, they were no doubt amazed by all the things that He did. He routinely healed the sick, raised the dead, cast out demons, spoke with authority and uttered the most profound truths ever known.
THIS Jesus was the man. In the 3 years that He performed his public ministry of healings, miracles and sermons, I’m sure His disciples were overwhelmed and thrilled at the prospect of being his follower. Jesus’ triumphant entry on Palm Sunday solidified their confidence in Him as He was celebrated wildly as soon as he entered the town. Jesus was more popular than a rock star.
The real story here is in the disciples expectations of Jesus. As you read through the gospel accounts, it’s abundantly clear that the Jews at that time, a once proud and sovereign nation were no longer in control; rather, they were under the direct rule of the Roman empire. For centuries Rome ruled over Judea and although there were short lived periods of successful Jewish revolt, eventually Rome regained control. More than anything, Jewish people wanted the Kingdom to be restored in which Roman rule would be ended and Israel would be a sovereign nation once again. As devout and nationalistic Jews, Jesus’ disciples wanted the same thing: restore the Kingdom to Jewish rule.
But on Good Friday, Jesus would fall short of their expectations of him…WAY short. Instead of Jesus leading a revolt against the Roman empire, on Good Friday when they witnessed Jesus being beaten and eventually gasping for air on a cross, love wasn’t the message they immediately received, THIS Jesus was a failure. Not believing that Jesus would be resurrected a couple days later, all they could see is their hope for a brighter future bloodied and wounded beyond recognition. The triumphant Jesus that they once heralded as Lord was now nothing more than a common man, next to common criminals, dying a gruesome death. They had to be thinking, “I gave up everything I had to follow Jesus and this is how it ends?”
Shockingly, this disappointment is the same event upon which God built the Church.
Fast forward about 2,000 years to the present day, Good Friday. In some ways today I myself, and many of my readers might be in a season of life where you identify more so with the disciples perspective of unmet expectations, unanswered requests and confusion than that of God’s unending love for His children. The Jesus I had known and followed, that has always “blessed” me with health, prosperity and favor is no longer riding on a donkey to cheers and applause. Now, the triumphant Jesus I once knew is barely gasping for air on a cross, robbing me of all of my earthly aspirations and dreams.
For those who don’t know, my wife was diagnosed with a very rare and very malignant cancer in June, 2010. Despite the dismal prognosis initially, by the mercy of God in a matter of weeks, her tumor, previously encasing her entire heart was no longer visible. Our doctors were thrilled and told us her case was truly miraculous. Jesus, my Jesus was the man. He was victorious over cancer and my wife and I were getting our lives back, but most importantly, Jesus met my expectations.
The problem was our victory was short lived. Triumph was replaced with tears and heartache when we discovered that her tumor was back, and stronger than ever. We were both disappointed beyond measure; and above all, in a state of shock. Jesus, my Jesus was a failure. He didn’t meet our expectations. I was clueless why He was allowing this to happen in my life. My version of Jesus, was dying.
I don’t think that I’m alone in this world in terms of having expectations go unmet or having been disappointed. If you’ve ever lived through the disappointment of a miscarriage, sudden death of a loved one, loss of a job, or any other unanswered prayer and I’m sure you felt the sting of disappointment and confusion.
But here’s the good news, your story, or my story doesn’t end at the disappointment. (Are you ready for a cliche?) God is eternal, and God is sovereign. Plainly stated, that means that God is in control over everything. Every atom in the entire universe is under the direct control of God, whose plans can never be thwarted. God’s plans for you and for me existed before the world was ever formed, and the same eternal God that created millions of galaxies allowed everything that has happened in your life. To state the obvious, God is much bigger than you or I can understand. And this God, though he may not have met every one of your expectations is in complete control, and still possesses all power, even when He seems to be gasping for air. He had it planned all along. Even if we live through the pain of a crucifixion, there is something better, MUCH better around the corner…the resurrection. God can use an earthly bad and turn it into an eternal good.
Hold on, don’t prematurely judge what God is doing in your life, even if it makes no sense. He’s making all things new. God can use your greatest pain and turn it to be for your good and His glory (Rom 8:28).
If God didn’t meet your expectations of Him, that’s fine. If God “failed” you by letting you get sexually assaulted, get cheated on by your spouse, be infertile, lose a loved one or a host of other things that happen in life, my heart breaks with yours for your pain. Just know that you’re not the first person to feel that way, and, more importantly, there’s more to the story than you can see at the moment. Your expectations of God may have failed, but God NEVER fails. In your weakness, God’s strength will be made perfect.
I’m not a betting man, but if I were I’d bet the house that if you asked Jesus’ disciples what was the worst, most confusing time of their lives, it was watching Jesus be crucified. But that moment is the turning point in human history.
God is sovereign, He knows what He’s doing.
Psalm 27:14 “Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD!”
(Special shout out to my friend Brian Moll at Forefront Church for preaching a great sermon on suffering which helped me in my “Good Friday” experience. Check it out here:
Twitter has a service built into the website called “TopTweets” that follows everyone on twitter and uses an algorithm to select the most popular tweets and Retweets. To my embarrassment, this was a “Top Tweet” today, meaning it had been reposted by thousands and thousands of users today.
RT @JapanPhotos: DO NOT send money to Christian charities for Japan earthquake. We need blankets and food, not boxes of bibles & Fundamentalist propaganda.
The fact of the matter is, perception is reality. Sadly, the reality here is that a lot of people feel that all Christians and Christian charities do is ship out bibles and propaganda instead of actually helping people physically. Whether or not its true is immaterial, its the way people outside the church feel and shouldn’t be taken lightly.
Jesus told his disciples in John 13:35 that “by this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” Needless to say, being irrelevant and out of touch with peoples’ needs are not what Christians should be known for, but as we see today, we are.
I would hope that as we grow in grace we realize that Christ is calling the Church to be his arms and feet, to feed the hungry, give water to the thirsty, visit those in prison and be relevant to the needs of those in this country and around the world.
Imagine if Christians were known as a sincere, relevant community instead of a group that peddles “bibles and fundamentalist propaganda”…just a thought.