I fear I’m guilty as charged. But Lord, would you rather I fall into the ditch on the Way’s other side?
Yesterday, I watched a YouTube video like Leno’s Jay Walking segments, where a transcending sarcastic man quizzed beach passers-by. His question? What is our alleged president’s name and political affiliation? Of course he edited all the reasonable quizzees from his final product. (Fortunately, I thought not to apply the “quizzees” lingual twist, on the word “test.” 8-P)
Anyway, in a relatively short time our sarcastic quizzer obtained a lot of answers like, “Hey, man, I don’t got no time for that politics stuff. I so gotta have fun. So many joints. So little time!” Of course, this was on the West Coast, so perhaps I should give them a break.
But I’m off-point. I’ve heard many accounts of third-world and primitive people receiving the gospel with complete, child-like faith, absolutely believing in the desire of God’s Son to set the sin-captives free and heal the sick. So they do their jubilant dance and people are miraculously healed of disfiguring diseases and injuries. No over-thinking there.
We sophisticated Westerners aren’t like that; for most of us, understanding must precede belief. So we puzzle over relative trivialities that have little to do with God’s pure gospel.
Occasionally, our puzzling yields an epiphany, and when brethren of lesser spiritual pedigree don’t get it, we tickle a few ears to gain a following. Soon, when we gather enough paying followers to rent a hotel conference room, voila, a new church is born. Why, isn’t such entrepreneurism the American Dream?
And there I go over-thinking again. I’m so hooked on Biblical word-study—even though I don’t know the original languages—that I ofttimes can’t see the sanctified forest for the maze of wooden details. The great nineteenth and twentieth century preachers lacked our wealth of study resources, yet God used their bold preaching to spawn numerous, wide-spread revivals. Today, we’re so invested in this or that slick, well-intended program, that most of us have lost the true gospel fire.
What will it take to humble us before God the Father, and his incarnate Word, Jesus Christ? I think that’s his business, and his timing, but enduring humiliation—even that engineered by God—is never a fun time. Even so, Lord Jesus, bring it on, so you can finally return in your glory to claim your remnant.