How Important is Sharing Jesus’ Hope With Others to You?

SYATPLast night, I had a chance to speak to about 400 teenagers at a See You at the Pole Rally in Big Lake, MN. It was an awesome night. Dozens of students prayed to accept Jesus’ gift of salvation. Many of those who prayed had been invited to the event by friends.

A recent study showed that the majority of churchgoers never invite their unchurched friends or family members to church.

In his book, The Unchurched Next DoorDr. Thom Ranier points out that:

  1. Most people come to church because of a personal invitation.
  2. 7 out of 10 unchurched people have never been invited to church in their whole lives.
  3. The top “rational” reason adults seldom or never attend church is they don’t agree with organized religion or what they preach (24 percent).

Unchurched Next Door Here are some other sobering statistics:

 

  • “Eighty-two percent of the unchurched are at least somewhat likely to attend church if invited.” –Dr. Thom Rainer, The Unchurched Next Door
  • “Only two percent of church members invite an unchurched person to church. Ninety-eighty percent of church-goers never extend an invitation in a given year.” –Dr Thom Rainer, The Unchurched Next Door
  • “A study including more than 15,000 adults revealed that about two-thirds are willing to receive information about a local church from a family member and 56 percent from a friend or neighbor. The message is clear that the unchurched are open to conversations about church.” – Philip Nation, LifeWay Research
  • “Four percent of formerly churched adults are actively looking for a church to attend regularly (other than their previous church). Six percent would prefer to resume attending regularly in the same church they had attended. The largest group, 62 percent, is not actively looking but is open to the idea of attending church regularly again.”–Scott McConnell, LifeWay Research
  • “Clearly we can encourage Christians to pray that the unchurched would sense God calling them back, but God works through His people.” “The survey showed that many would respond to an invitation from a friend or acquaintance (41 percent), their children (25 percent) or an adult family member (25 percent).” –Scott McConnell, LifeWay Research
  • “The issue of affinity also surfaced in the responses. Thirty–five percent indicated that they would be inspired to attend church ‘if I knew there were people like me there.’” –Scott McConnell, LifeWay Research
  • “Much to the surprise of the ‘Chicken Little’ crowd, people are still going to church. And more people would attend if given one simple thing—an invitation.” – Philip Nation, LifeWay Research

– See more at: http://backtochurch.com/participate/resources/statistics#sthash.sabFBbjf.dpuf

Do you know what Jesus encouraged the disciples to do about those who were outside of the family of God? To pray.

In Matthew 9:35-38 we read,

35 And Jesus went throughout all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every affliction. 36 When he saw the crowds,he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. 37 Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few;38 therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.”

There is no question that we live in a day and age where the harvest is plentiful but the laborers are few. If you are a follower of Jesus, you are called to be his laborer. Jesus called His disciples to be people who make disciples. In His Great Commission, in Matthew 28:18-20, Jesus commanded us to go into all the world to make disciples.

18 And Jesus came and said to them, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.19 Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”

So, Jesus told the disciples to pray that the Lord of the harvest would send laborers into the harvest. Later He commanded His disciples to be those laborers, promising His presence when they would obey. So, why aren’t we inviting others to join in the family of faith?

If 98% of those who identify themselves as followers of Jesus won’t invite someone to church this year, what does that say about us? What does that say about who we believe Jesus to be?

Some might argue, inviting someone to church isn’t the same thing as making disciples. I agree. But, a disciple who seeks after Christ, will seek time with God’s people. In Hebrews 10:25, the author of Hebrews spoke the the importance of gathering together with other believers.

25 not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.

In part of a larger teaching on the doctrine of salvation, the Apostle Paul shares these convicting words in Romans 10,

13 For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”

14 How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? 15 And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!” 16 But they have not all obeyed the gospel. For Isaiah says, “Lord, who has believed what he has heard from us?” 17 So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ.

You may worry about what your friend, co-worker, neighbor, family member, or stranger might say if you invite them to church. But, if faith comes from hearing and hearing through the word of Christ, isn’t it worth the risk to invite them to place where the hope of the Gospel of Christ is shared on a regular basis? Don’t you want your acquaintances to come to place where they are encouraged to call upon the name of the Lord?

Let’s commit together to be people who live the faith that we say that we believe. Let’s be people who believe that sharing Jesus’ hope with others is the most important thing that we can do this side of eternity.

Making disciples is a process that can only take place this side of heaven. 

CTStudd1Charles “C.T.” Studd, was born to a wealthy English home in 1860. His father, Edward, was converted under the preaching ministry of D. L. Moody. He too followed Christ, but not with passion. Jesus was low on his list of priorities. Studd became a phenomenal cricket player. He would represent England on the national team.

When Studd’s brother George became seriously ill, C. T. came face-to-face with the questions, “What is all the fame and flattery worth . . . when a man comes to face eternity?” He recognized that he had been living a carnal Christian life, he was a backslider, and he committed his life to serving God as a missionary. In coming to that decision he would express, “I know that cricket would not last, and honour would not last, and nothing in this world would last but it was worthwhile for the world to come.”

So convinced was Studd of the need for people to know Christ, that even with the incredible challenges of travel in the late 1800’s and the early part of the 20th Century, Studd served in China, India, and the Congo. Studd and his wife Priscilla would start Worldwide Evangelism Crusade which included mission work in South America, Central Asia, the Middle East and Africa. What an impact this man and his precious wife made!

Today, Studd is best known for a poem he wrote about what really matters. It’s a poem that my Grandpa Ray, a pastor, used to share with his grandchildren, and it’s called Only One Life, ‘Twill Soon Be Past. This poem captures the essence of what this blog post is all about. Invest your life in what Jesus is calling you to invest in. Don’t waste your life!

“Two little lines I heard one day,
Traveling along life’s busy way;
Bringing conviction to my heart,
And from my mind would not depart;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, yes only one,
Soon will its fleeting hours be done;
Then, in ‘that day’ my Lord to meet,
And stand before His Judgement seat;
Only one life,’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, the still small voice,
Gently pleads for a better choice
Bidding me selfish aims to leave,
And to God’s holy will to cleave;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, a few brief years,
Each with its burdens, hopes, and fears;
Each with its clays I must fulfill,
living for self or in His will;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

When this bright world would tempt me sore,
When Satan would a victory score;
When self would seek to have its way,
Then help me Lord with joy to say;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Give me Father, a purpose deep,
In joy or sorrow Thy word to keep;
Faithful and true what e’er the strife,
Pleasing Thee in my daily life;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Oh let my love with fervor burn,
And from the world now let me turn;
Living for Thee, and Thee alone,
Bringing Thee pleasure on Thy throne;
Only one life, “twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, yes only one,
Now let me say,”Thy will be done”;
And when at last I’ll hear the call,
I know I’ll say “twas worth it all”;
Only one life,’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last. ”

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
And when I am dying, how happy I’ll be,
If the lamp of my life has been burned out for Thee.”
– C.T Studd

Remnant Ministries produced this quality video of a call to action, from one of C. T. Studd’s sermons. Watch it and be inspired.

 

 

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When Despair Strikes

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Do you feel like you are in despair? Ever find yourself in a situation where it feels like there is no hope – that you’ve come to the end of your rope and have no idea what to do next? When desperation strikes, where do you find your strength?

I had a chance to spend an extended time with the Lord after my recent surgery. I took a lot of time to read my Bible, good books, pray, and listen to some sermons. One of the themes that I continually heard over the course of that week was that

God uses our trials to draw us closer to him. Sometimes we need to come to a point of desperation before we will yield ourselves to God in expectation.

This morning, after another difficult night of sleep, my attention was turned towards the Psalms. In Psalm 119:81-82 we read

81 I am worn out waiting for your rescue,
    but I have put my hope in your word.
82 My eyes are straining to see your promises come true.
    When will you comfort me? (Psalm 119:81-82 NLT)

Ever feel worn out waiting for the rescue of the Lord? Ever cry out, like the contemporary worship song, “I need you Jesus to come to my rescue! Where else can I turn?”

It doesn’t have to be a huge problem to bring us to this point. Sometimes, it’s a series of small things that just add up, and when we reach the tipping point, we either turn to Christ, because we realize that He is our only hope; or we continue in a cycle of choices that will take us further away from the joy and the hope that can only be found in Christ.

When Psalm 119 ends, we are introduced to a new series of Psalms. Beginning in Psalm 120, we see the Psalms of Ascent; a mini-songbook that the worshipers of Jehovah were to sing on their way to the temple. It was a way for worshipers to prepare to meet God. Step by step, the people would sing. They wouldn’t climb one step, until they had finished singing the song of ascent on the previous step.

When our family was in Israel in 2010, we visited the stairs of ascent that led to the temple. Here is picture of that spot.

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Stairs of Ascent at the Temple Mount in Jerusalem.

As the people sang the songs, they reflected on God’s ability to manage our troubles. I would say that their troubles caused them to seek out the only One who could truly help.

Look at these words from Psalm 120.

I took my troubles to the Lord;
    I cried out to him, and he answered my prayer. (Psalm 120:1)

How about these words from Psalm 121?

I look up to the mountains—
    does my help come from there?
My help comes from the Lord,
    who made heaven and earth! (Psalm 121:1-2)

Knowing that the temple was a place where the presence of the Lord was experienced in wonderful ways, the people shouted the following in Psalm 122:

I was glad when they said to me,
    “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” (Psalm 122:1)

Guess where the people focused their eyes in Psalm 123?

I lift my eyes to you,
    O God, enthroned in heaven. (Psalm 123:1)

Who helped the people in Psalm 124?

Our help is from the Lord,
    who made heaven and earth. (Psalm 124:8)

Step by step, the people sang of God’s faithfulness. They sang of the fact that God was the One in Whom they placed their trust.

Another step another declaration:

Those who trust in the Lord are as secure as Mount Zion;
    they will not be defeated but will endure forever. (Psalm 125:1)

Another step, another memory of God’s past care:

Yes, the Lord has done amazing things for us!
    What joy! (Psalm 126:3)

The worshiper climbs, and as he or she does, the yielding of oneself to the expectation that it is God who protects is once again demonstrated.

Unless the Lord builds a house,
    the work of the builders is wasted.
Unless the Lord protects a city,
    guarding it with sentries will do no good. (Psalm 127:1)

By the next step, the pilgrim is reminded of the joy that comes from following God’s path.

How joyful are those who fear the Lord
    all who follow his ways! (Psalm 128:1)

The memory of God’s work in freeing His children from the bondage of sin is on the next step.

But the Lord is good;
    he has cut me free from the ropes of the ungodly. (Psalm 129:4)

The Apostle Paul asked the rhetorical question in the New Testament:

24 Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death? (Romans 7:24)

The answer of course, is the Lord. When sin so quickly entangles it is God who rescues us. When desperation strikes in any area of our lives we run to God.

The Jewish pilgrim, ascending those stairs continued to recognize that God was able in Psalm 130.

From the depths of despair, O Lord,
    I call for your help.
Hear my cry, O Lord.
    Pay attention to my prayer. (Psalm 130:1-2)

One of the shortest Psalms spoke also of God’s faithfulness. The entirety of Psalm 131 is a declaration of dependence to the Lord.

Lord, my heart is not proud;
    my eyes are not haughty.
I don’t concern myself with matters too great
    or too awesome for me to grasp.
Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself,
    like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk.
    Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

O Israel, put your hope in the Lord
    now and always. (Psalm 131)

Three more steps remain. The anticipation of meeting with the Lord continues to grow.

Let us go to the sanctuary of the Lord;
    let us worship at the footstool of his throne. (Psalm 132:7)

Just two more steps. As the worshiper nears the temple, his focus turns on his fellowman. There is joy that comes when the people of God are seeking Him together.

How wonderful and pleasant it is
    when brothers live together in harmony! (Psalm 133:1)

The problems seem a little smaller. Stress is replaced by satisfaction that God has things under control. Issues with brothers and sisters in Christ are minimized as life together, centered on the Lord is pursued.

The final step. One more song. Only this time, desperation has been replaced by hope. The Lord is praised, hands are lifted in worship, and God is remembered for Who He is, maker of heaven and earth. If God could do that, He can certainly handle our problems.

Oh, praise the Lord, all you servants of the Lord,
    you who serve at night in the house of the Lord.
Lift your hands toward the sanctuary,
    and praise the Lord.

May the Lord, who made heaven and earth,
    bless you from Jerusalem. (Psalm 134)

Those were the passages that I read early this morning. In the stress of a sleepless night, God gave me peace.

Yesterday, as I was driving to work, I heard this song on the radio. It’s Big Daddy Weave’s version of Rich Mullins’ classic song, Hold Me Jesus. In a way, this song, has been a type of song of ascent for me, ever since college. I love the way Rich wrote the words of this song. Hundreds of times over the past 25 years I’ve sung these words.

Hold me Jesus ’cause I’m shaking like a leaf
You have been King of my glory
Won’t You be my Prince of Peace

When despair strikes, remember who Jesus is!

Enjoy this video:

Memories of my Grandpa Art

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I got thinking about my Grandpa Art today. The picture above is from the celebration of his 45th Wedding Anniversary. He was surrounded by his precious wife Helen, and all seven of his grandsons. He wouldn’t live to see his 50th. Anniversary.

When I think of Grandpa, I am reminded of Psalm 78:6, which says,

6 so the next generation would know them, even the children yet to be born, and they in turn would tell their children. (Psalm 78:6 NIV)

 

I had one Grandpa who was a pastor, and one who was a tool and die worker. Grandpa Art was a tool and die worker, but he taught me as much about Jesus as my Grandpa who was a pastor. Both men, loved the Lord and were a shining example for Him.

My Grandpa Art was also a poet. He had a dream to see his poems published. When I was helping prepare my parents’ home for sale, I discovered a lot of Grandpa’s old poetry. I’m working on putting together an e-book of one of the books that he intended to publish. Here is the forward that I’ve written for that book:

In many ways, I had an idyllic childhood. No child understands that when they are growing up. Idyllic doesn’t mean perfect, but I had a home that was surrounded with love. My parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary almost two years ago. They are very much in love, and never failed to demonstrate that love to my siblings and me. My grandparents on both sides lived near us. They loved their grandchildren, and poured that love into us with their time, their laughter, their gifts, and their stories.

As a child, my brothers and I spent a lot of time with my mother’s parents. Her mom would eventually come to live with us when my Grandpa Art passed away. I was just a young boy when Grandpa died, but somehow I can’t get the memories out of my mind of afternoons spent around his television set watching the Chicago Cubs play baseball on WGN television and then around his chair listening to him tell stories. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of the afternoons spent at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.

My Grandpa Art was a tool and dye worker. He didn’t have much of an education. He went to night school to learn how to become a Naprapath, which was a way of helping others deal with pain in their backs. Grandpa loved calling himself a Doctor of Naprapathy. It was something in which he took a lot of pride. I think he loved helping others deal with pain, because he had so much of it in his life. Before my mother was born, my grandparents lost a son. His name was Teddy, and he was just a little boy, so full of life, the apple of his parents’ eyes when he contracted meningitis and died in just a few days time. Our English language has no words for a parent who has lost a child. It’s just too painful. It’s not the natural order of things. When a spouse dies we are a widow or widower. When a parent dies we are an orphan. But, when our children die we just grieve, and grieve and grieve. Teddy was my grandparents’ only child at the time. The Lord would see fit to give my grandparents two little girls in the convening years. He also blessed him with seven grandsons in whom he took great delight, and a granddaughter who was born after he died, and whom he will meet in heaven.

In his later years, Grandpa developed severe diabetes. He lost some toes and eventually a leg to the disease. Through all the pain he still had a twinkle in his eyes, and a story on his tongue.

I don’t know when my Grandpa Art started writing poetry. It could be that he wrote poetry throughout his entire life. I think Grandpa’s poetry became a sort of therapy for him. Like me, he remembered his childhood as being idyllic. It was a simpler time. He grew up on a farm in Michigan with parents, siblings and grandparents who loved him. This book is a compilation of poems that he wrote, intending to someday publish. I found the poems in a folder while preparing to move my parents out of my boyhood home and into their retirement home. He had put a title on the folder – A Country Life.

In the pages that follow, you will see the memories of a boy growing up a farm from around 1909-1929. I hope that Grandpa’s poems will inspire and encourage you. Beyond that, I hope that you’ll take delight in Grandpa’s God. He was above all things a man of faith. He loved Jesus with all of his heart. He loved his wife. He loved his daughters. He loved his sons-in-law. And he loved his grandchildren. It was his faith in Christ that was his compass in the darkest of days, and his hope for eternity.

Enjoy . . . A Country Life.

Here is one of my favorite poems from this soon to be published book. Let me know what you think.

The Kerosene Lamp

The kerosene lamp in the kitchen

It made it a room full of cheer

It’s light made those long winter evenings

A time that was precious and dear.

 

It hung there, it’s big round reflector

Would focus the light toward the wall.

The coziest place in the kitchen

Was right where that brightness would fall.

 

That spot was in the center of the table

That place where each day we were fed,

Where groomed little boys liked to gather

And there we’d say grace with bowed head.

 

Sometimes we would scuffle and mumble

But mother knew just how to part

Those boys who were shoving and pushing

And peace once again to impart

 

There under it’s bright ‘lumination

Such interesting games we would play.

We popped corn, so eager to eat it

Each evening so happy, each day.

 

We boys gathered nuts by the bagful

And under that lamp’s cherry light

We’d crack, pick the meats out for baking,

These tasks brought we boys much delight.

 

Sometimes on a cold winter evening

A neighboring family came o’er.

The older ones sat and drank coffee

We children played games on the floor.

 

The stove had a good fire roaring

That lamp kept the room glowing bright,

And mother remembered we children

With doughnuts and good things each night.

Those kitchens today seem outmoded,

But then, were the best that we had.

And rooms filled with people who loved you

Made little boys living then, glad.

 

Today finds those kitchens remodeled

A switch floods the room full of light.

But mem’ry still shows us those kitchens

When kerosene lamps brought delight.

 

Arthur T. Elfstrom

January 1972

Give Me The Sense

I had gallbladder removal surgery a week ago Friday. It was the first time that I have ever gone under a surgeon’s knife. The past week has been spent recuperating. There has been a lot of time spent in bed. There has been a lot of love shown to us by dear friends and family. There has been sweet time spent with my wife and two youngest sons. And, there has been a lot of being awake at hours that I am not usually up. Tonight is one of those nights.

Going into surgery. One of my prayers was that I would use this recuperation time with intentionality. I wanted to catch up on some things that I needed to catch up on – you know, the things that just continually get pushed aside in the tyranny of the urgent of everyday life. But more importantly, I wanted to spend more intentional time with Jesus, Who I like to call my best friend, even though my time with Him wouldn’t reflect that. So, in the interrupted hours of my sleep, and in my normal waking hours, I have purposely spent more time with Jesus this week. And, it has been good.

Tonight, I awoke at 2:45. After trying to get back to sleep, I decided to quit fighting it and to just pray and read the Bible. I opened to Psalm 119, the Bible’s longest chapter, revisiting a chapter of Scripture that several years ago I spent 176 days meditating upon. It was good to reread these verses, with fresh eyes. One of the things I love about the Bible is that it is the only book in the world that is alive. It, unlike any other book, has the ability to pierce my very soul with the presence, power, healing, and hope of Christ.

Tonight as I was reading Psalm 119, I was struck anew at verse 73, which says,

“You made me; you created me. Now give me the sense to follow your commands.” (Psalms‬ ‭119‬:‭73‬ NLT)

I love the simplicity of the Psalmist’s plea in this verse. Can you just feel the tension mixed with hopeful anticipation that he must be feeling in his heart?

“You made me,” reflects David’s absolute conviction that he was fashioned by God. He was not a result of genetic chance. He was crafted by God, and therefore, had value to His creator.

“You created me,” he continues with poetic emphasis. Like he did in Psalm 139, David reflects some more on the fact that God was the architect of his existence. His very existence testified to the omnipotent God, and on the basis of God’s power and plan for David’s life, David would now offer up his plea.

“Now give me the sense to follow Your commands.” That is really calling it what it is, isn’t it. So much of humanity’s pain, sorrow, trouble, and strife comes down to the fact that we don’t have the good sense to follow God’s commands. We either think we know better than God, are too proud to submit to God, or simply want to ignore God and do things our way. Oh what pain that sort of thinking has wrought us!

I used to know a precocious little boy who was fond of beginning just about any answer with the words, “It just makes common sense.”

“It just makes common sense,” he’d say, “that 2 + 2 is 4.”

“It just makes common sense,” he’d say, “that Daddy loves my Mom.”

You get the picture. Well, friends, it just makes common sense, that God’s way is better than our way. So, like David, may we plead with God, the Creator of our sometimes stubborn minds, to give us the sense to follow His commands. Life goes better when we do things His way. It always has, and always will. That is something that just makes sense!

I go back to my normal routine this week. In truth, that is probably part of why I can’t sleep tonight. There is excitement about getting back to what God has called me to do. There is renewed vision for many areas of my personal and professional life. There are new habits that I am longing to see take root in my life. And, there is the fear that I will allow the tyranny of the urgent, the expectations of myself and others, and the sin that so easily entangles to drown out the priorities that God would have for me.

God,

You made me.

You created me.

You.

Yahweh.

Creator.

Savior.

Precious Redeemer and Friend.

You made me.

And, you placed me in my parent’s home . . . What a gift that was and continues to be in my life!

You brought me through the awkward years of growing up.

You sent me to a college far from home, where you stirred up in me a desire for Your Word, and introduced me to my precious wife.

You blessed us with four wonderful kids, and scores of friends around the world.

You blessed us with four wonderful church families.

You are still shaping me . . . still molding me . . . still creating me.

You make . . . You create . . . You give.

Now, give me the sense to follow Your commands.

For that might just be the most important thing I need in life right now.

Oh, and just in case that verse wasn’t enough to ponder today, check out the follow-up verse!

May all who fear you find in me a cause for joy, for I have put my hope in your word. (‭Psalms‬ ‭119‬:‭74‬ NLT)

Now that’s a prayer! May we all strive to live in such a way that our lives will give others a cause for joy!

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