Some jokingly say there were actually four wise men who brought gifts to baby Jesus, but the forth was rejected because his gift was a fruitcake. Have you ever had a Christmas gift rejected? The expression on the face of the recipient tells you the gift is not what they wanted, or needed. Maybe it was the wrong color, incorrect size, or unacceptable model. Perhaps they tried to cover their disappointment, but you knew. If so, you have some small idea of how God must have felt when Jesus was sent to earth, and then rejected by many. John observed about Jesus that “He came to His own, and His own did not receive Him” (John 1:11). Furthermore, if you ever gave a gift that appeared to be unwanted, you have an idea how God feels today, when someone rejects the gift of salvation, personified in Jesus. I think this Christmas I’m going to try to be more appreciative of the gifts I receive, whether from God or others. I’m going to even try hard to be appreciative of the fruitcake gift that invariably shows up at our house. And I’m going to make an extra effort to give God that which would be pleasing to Him. How about you?
Tis’ the season – baseball season, that is - my favorite season of the year. One of the things I love about baseball is the unique jargon that is not heard in any other sport. No other sport has “ducks on the pond” or a “bull pen” or “tools of ignorance.” A few games ago, the pitcher had suddenly begun to give up hit after hit, in mid-game. Someone described him as being “out of gas,” meaning he had grown tired and unsuccessful. While some baseball lingo must remain forever within the sport, this phrase transfers beyond. In fact, I know some Christians, and a few ministers, who are “out of gas.” The more acceptable term is “burn-out.” But whatever you call it, it is sad to see, and difficult to correct. When this malady befalls us, we try to remedy it by acting more spiritual, serving harder, employing more spiritual discipline, saying things like, “I’d rather burn-out than rust-out,” while the real cure is within. Quoted by E. Stanley Jones, someone said, “If we haven’t that within us which is above us, we will soon yield to that which is around us.” Even God rested on the seventh day, and blessed it as a day of rest and refreshment (Genesis 2:2-3). Likewise, Jesus “withdrew” (Mark 3:7) from the crowds, understanding that life in general and ministry in specific needs times for renewing and refueling. Out of gas? It’s hard to gas-up on the move. Stop long enough for God to re-fill your spiritual tank.
Dr. Dan Crawford, Senior Professor at Southwestern Baptist Seminary, is also the WestCoast Baptist Association (Vancouver, Canada) Spiritual Life & Leadership Mentor. Follow Dan on Twitter @DrDanRC and Facebook www.facebook.com/dan.crawford.
Faith-steps How many steps of faith does one take in a lifetime? For a believer, the answer is many. As one who has taken more than an average share of faith-steps I am disturbed by the misunderstanding in today’s new age, post-modern culture. The prevailing misconception embraced by much of the unchurched world is that church going Christians are, for the most part, unthinking, irrational, Bible thumping nerds. The Apostle Paul, from whom we get a large portion of our walking orders, and who by the way, was one of the best educated men of his day, having been trained by Gamaliel (Acts 5:34; 22:3), wrote, “We walk by faith, not by sight” (2 Corinthians 5:7). The writer of Hebrews added, “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen” (Hebrews 11:1). From his book of poems (The Learning Tree), Patrick Overton, a Ph.D. in Communication and an ordained minister, offered the following definition of faith, “When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen: There will be something solid for you to stand upon, or, you will be taught how to fly.” Pray for those who do not understand, and thus attempt to walk by sight. Believe and walk on!
A casual observance of society reveals loyalty is a lost art. In earlier days, sports fans could expect professional athletes to remain with one team for the life of their career. Now loyalty yields to a "show me the money" mentality. My grandparents believed, to guarantee a long marriage they should leave the word "divorce" out of their vocabulary. Now loyalty gives way to no cause, easy access divorce. A recent survey showed 57% of workers are dissatisfied with their jobs and would change employers immediately if a better position were offered to them. So much for vocational loyalty. At the first hint of disagreement or dis-satisfaction, loyal church members transfer membership down the road or across town. An old favorite hymn, written for the first convention of the Baptist Young People’s Union in 1894 would no longer be popular if we sang, “From over hill and plain there comes the signal strain, ’Tis loyalty, loyalty, loyalty to Christ; Its music rolls along, the hills take up the song, Of loyalty, loyalty, yes, loyalty to Christ. ‘On to victory! On to victory!’ Cries our great Commander, ‘On!’ We’ll move at His command, We’ll soon possess the land, Through loyalty, loyalty, Yes, loyalty to Christ.” The Bible says, “Let your heart therefore be loyal to the Lord our God, to walk in His statutes and keep His commandments” (1 Kings 8:61). May this kind of loyalty never be a lost art.
During my teaching years I often wondered why those who were saved as college students or older, were often more aggressive with their evangelistic witness than those who were “born in church” and became believers as a child. Then later I suffered sciatic pain stemming from bulging disks in my lower back. For nine months I tried multiple cures – MRI, X-rays, meetings with specialists, epidural injections in the lower back, discussion with back surgeon, de-compression table, physical therapy, chiropractor visits, dry needling, cryotherapy, and various prescription pain meds. Nothing relieved my pain. One day I was introduced to deep tissue laser therapy, and the pain was gone. I wanted to tell my story, and especially my healing, to everyone who would listen. Then I understood. Those of us who were raised in Christian homes, grew up in church, and became believers at an early age, never suffered the pain of sin as did those who were saved later in life, after sin had taken a toll on them. They had a more dramatic story to tell and told it with more intensity. Their pain was gone. They had found healing. Both groups were equally saved, but those who had suffered from the pain of sin, seemed more ready to talk of the cure and their relief. Both have a responsibility to share their story – “You shall be witnesses” (Acts 1:8); one group has a more deeply felt reason.