Author: Jon Gauger

Are you a cultural crank?

We’ve all got opinions about what’s wrong with America. Our souls sag with the weight of them. Among my top cultural concerns:

• We kill babies—and call that “pro-choice.”
• We release criminals without bond.
• We force taxpayers to cover someone else's college debt.
• We label parents as "terrorists" when they speak out at school meetings.
• We liken Christians to the Taliban.

There’s a lot to be angry about. And we are!

• We’re angry about the moral decay around us.
• We're angry about the unfair treatment of believers.
• We’re angry about the indoctrination in public schools.

We’re good and angry. And sometimes more angry than good. To be clear, praying for—and working toward—biblical values is a great thing. After all, Jesus prayed, “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

What is not great is the fact that many of us have become little more than cultural cranks. We complain and yearn for the return of "the good old days."

Yet, this world was not good when Jesus visited our planet 2000 years ago. And it hasn’t gotten any better. But there’s a problem when you and I are better at sharing a grumble than the gospel. James 1:20 cautions, “For a man’s anger does not bring about the righteousness of God.”

It's easy to get spun up, amped up, and fed up. But in our daily trek through the shards of our broken culture, we're still called to love our enemies and do good to those who persecute us.

What this world needs now is not cultural cranks, but lovers of Jesus, who will love the unlovely.

Lord,

Keep us from being crusty, curmudgeonly, cantankerous, cultural cranks.

Amen!

 

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They say that a rut is nothing more than a grave with both ends kicked out.

But when it comes to praying for unsaved family members, friends, and co-workers, the easiest thing in the world is to fall into a rut. (Boy, do I fight this!).

Here's something you might find helpful. What follows are seven straightforward "Prayer Prompts" you can use in your own prayer ministry.

As you read through the list, you'll notice these prayers are written for someone who is out in their neighborhood doing a prayer walk. But you can easily edit/modify/adapt these for your unique prayer setting. The Scripture verses are what matter most, anyway. This is the true power—praying God's Word back to Him.

Because there are seven different prayer prompts in this collection—one for every day of the week—here’s hoping you’ll be on your way to prayers without ruts!

• Father, we pray that you might "open their eyes, so that they may turn from darkness to light and from the power of Satan to God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins and a place among those who are sanctified…" (Acts 26:18).
• Thank you, Lord, that you are a God "who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth" (1 Timothy 2:4). We pray that every family member in this home will become saved.
• Father, like Paul, "my heart's desire and prayer to God for them is that they may be saved' (Romans 10:1).
• Lord, we ask that every person in this home "may come to their senses and escape from the snare of the devil, after being captured by him to do his will" (2 Timothy 2:26).
• Father, as we pray for the salvation of the people in this home, we ask "that God may open to us a door for the word, to declare the mystery of Christ (Colossians 4:3).
• Lord, I ask that "that words may be given to me in opening my mouth boldly to proclaim the mystery of the gospel…that I may declare it boldly, as I ought to speak (Ephesians 6:19,20).
• Lord, you have assured us you are "not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance (2 Peter 3:9). Would you bring every family member in this house to repentance, please?

Amen!

 

 

 

 

 

Her “place” is on Wells Street. Her bed is cement. Her name is Florence.

But like so many other homeless people in Chicago, I knew nothing about her.

A co-worker walked the same route I took from the train station to Moody that early morning. She was a block ahead and took the initiative to talk with the homeless lady.

Turns out Florence is a nurse from Uganda who has come to the United States in hopes of securing a job in the medical field. However, there are forms, procedures, approvals, and acres of red tape—all of which add up to long wait times.

And because Florence is stuck in a holding pattern without a support system here, she lives on the sidewalk next to a swanky restaurant on Wells Street. By the time the business day begins, Florence has disappeared. To where, I don't know. By nightfall, she returns.

Since that initial conversation, I’ve had a chance to greet Florence by name, pray with her—and even help her out a bit financially (though she appeared uneasy accepting the small gift).

Sounds nice. Except the truth is, before my co-worker set the example and spoke with Florence, I'd passed by this homeless lady a dozen or more times. I never stopped, never talked, never waved, never cared. Worse, I resented the fact that she was living on the street near Moody.

Yes, there are people on the streets due to drug and alcohol abuse. Yes, there are people on the streets with mental problems that no government handout can fix. Yes, there are shady characters among them. But must we judge and label and shun every last one of them?

What if we got to know a few of them? What if we greeted them? Is it possible we don’t love them because we don’t know them? Would it kill us to learn their name—and use it?

Thanks to Florence, I have more questions than answers.

But whoever has worldly goods and sees his brother or sister in need, and closes his heart against him, how does the love of God remain in him? Little children, let’s not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth.

• I John 3:17-18

 

 

 

 

Check out this collection of famous last words:

• “Step back a bit, I can't get you in the picture.”
• “I thought it tasted rather strange.”
• “I wonder what happens if these two wires touch.”
• “Listen, I'm taking a course in chemistry. I know what I'm doing.”
• "Yes, of course, the elastic is strong enough!"
• “And that one over there—the red flashing one—what does that mean?”

Full disclosure: I got these online and can’t vouch for every source (how seriously can you take a website with a name like Mental Floss?). But what follows are the actual recorded words from people who were taking their last breath. Witnesses state:

• Frank Sinatra died after saying, “I’m losing.”

• Actress Joan Crawford yelled at her housekeeper, who was praying as Crawford died. Crawford said, “Don’t you dare ask God to help me!”

• Standing in front of a firing squad, condemned murderer James W. Rodgers was asked if he had a last request. He replied, "Bring me a bulletproof vest."

• As he was dying, Alfred Hitchcock said, “One never knows the ending. One has to die to know exactly what happens after death, although Catholics have their hopes.”

• Blues singer Bessie Smith died saying, “I’m going, but I’m going in the name of the Lord.”

• Evangelist Dwight Moody’s last words were these: “I see earth receding. Heaven is opening. God is calling me.” 

• Stacy Honeycutt recalls, "My mother's last words to me were at first simply, 'I want to go home.' I told her she couldn't go back home. She was too ill. She then clarified for me by adding, 'To Jesus.'"

While it’s intriguing, if not a tad intrusive, to ponder others’ last words, I’m so grateful the Bible includes the last words of Jesus. Gasping as he hoisted himself up for breath, some of Christ’s final words featured His stunning declaration: “It is finished.”

Finished! The payment for our sins. The redemption of our souls. The possibility of hope and heaven. Finished!

There's absolutely nothing more to do, earn, or try. If you were hoping for a bit of good news today, this is it. It is finished! All of it!

(Can I get an Amen?)

 

In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace.

Ephesians 1:7

 

SOURCE: https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/58534/64-people-and-their-famous-last-words

SOURCE: https://www.moodymedia.org/articles/dwight-l-moody-is-dead/#:~:text=East%20Northfield%2C%20Mass.%2C%20December,here%20at%20noon%20to%2Dday.

SOURCE: https://blog.funeralone.com/grief-and-healing/memorable-last-words/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s easier to just “read” the Bible than let it mess with you.

But mess with me it did when my personal Bible study time confronted me with Romans 12. In verse one, Paul urges us “to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.”

“Holy and acceptable to God.” That phrase began to rumble…then rattle…then really unsettle me!

The more I pondered that phrase, the more conviction it whispered. This one little verse commands an all-encompassing lifestyle. One that—quite frankly—mine doesn’t always resemble.

Before the Holy Spirit had concluded His (uncomfortable) spiritual checkup, I came up with a list of 20 questions for more profound self-examination.

 Dare to take this spiritual checkup yourself? Here are the questions:

1. Is the thought I am thinking holy and acceptable to God?
2. Is my conversation holy and acceptable to God?
3. Is my work/life balance holy and acceptable to God?
4. Is my treatment of the opposite sex holy and acceptable to God?
5. Is my spending and saving holy and acceptable to God?
6. Is my eating and drinking holy and acceptable to God?
7. Is my web surfing holy and acceptable to God?
8. Is my life’s dream holy and acceptable to God?
9. Is my prayer life holy and acceptable to God?
10. Is the novel I am reading holy and acceptable to God?
11. Is my concern for lost people holy and acceptable to God?
12. Is the way I treat my spouse holy and acceptable to God?
13. Is my time in the Word holy and acceptable to God?
14. Is my charitable giving holy and acceptable to God?
15. Is my work ethic holy and acceptable to God?
16. Is my favorite TV show holy and acceptable to God?
17. Is my commitment to memorize Scripture holy and acceptable to God?
18. Is my standard of dress holy and acceptable to God?
19. Is my attendance and involvement at church holy and acceptable to God?
20. Is there much about my life others would describe as a living sacrifice—and thus pleasing to God?

 

Lord, our lives are short.

Eternity is long.

Help us prepare for then—by living better now.

Help us live lives that are holy and acceptable to you.

Amen!

 

It’s hard to take seriously a town that goes by the name of Sandwich. Yet such a burg not only exists, it’s home to Illinois's oldest fair, since 1888. More notable yet is the train car parked at the corner of Main St. and US Route 34.

Not just any train car, the "Isabella" was the railcar home of President Theodore Roosevelt. From 1900 to 1913, he trekked coast to coast in this Pullman-made beauty, featuring Mahogany-trimmed windows and stained glass. But in 1931, it was auctioned off for $75 to a Mr. Henry Tattrersol, who dreamed of converting it into a diner. Thus, it came to rest in Sandwich, Illinois, and a restaurant was born, though the place has changed some over the years.

We sampled lunch cuisine beneath the train car's domed ceiling. And looking out the same mahogany-framed windows from which Roosevelt peered, it was impossible to deny the sense of the "Rough Rider's" persona.

Here was a guy who—after being shot in the chest while out on the campaign trail—was determined to deliver his speech anyway! Asked if he would finish his campaign, Roosevelt declared, "I feel fit as a bull moose!" Hence the name of his political party and the name of the restaurant in Sandwich.

Roosevelt was equally blunt in his thoughts about matters of faith, at one point declaring, “The nation should be ruled by the Ten Commandments.” He also contended, “A thorough knowledge of the Bible is worth more than a college education.”

With prophetic insight, he opined, “The thought of modern industry in the hands of Christian charity is a dream worth dreaming. The thought of industry in the hands of paganism is a nightmare beyond imagining. The choice between the two is upon us.”

More than a century later, we're still making that choice. Which is a lot to ponder while munching on a burger and homemade chips in a train car fragrant with a bygone courage and conviction.

Lord, make us sturdy!

Forbid we should sit when you’ve called us to stand.

Help us be salt and light in every place you call us.

Amen!

 

“Choose you this day whom you will serve…but as for me and my house we will serve the Lord.”  —Joshua 24:15

As I look back, it’s embarrassing.

My computer mouse acted sluggishly. You could grab that mouse and whip it diagonally from one corner of the screen up to the other, and the cursor would move, but only sluggishly. At times, it appeared to freeze for a second. But was it my imagination that the lag times were getting longer?

The mouse appeared to be pausing, halting randomly. Because the mouse is such a crucial part of any computer workflow, my productivity slowed down (though my pulse sped up!). Over time, it became apparent I wasn't just imagining things. That mouse was pausing longer, moving slower.

Earlier this week, while editing some audio files, it didn’t just pause. It pooped out.

I powered down the computer and booted up again, hoping it was just a glitch of some kind. No luck. No mouse. No more.

So I scoured the internet for answers, beginning with the manufacturer. Because it’s a wireless mouse, I immediately replaced the battery. But there was still no life.

On a hunch, I decided to swap out the "new" battery from our vast collection, housed in a plastic tub, with one I knew to be absolutely brand new. You can easily guess the end of the story. The mouse powered up immediately and performed flawlessly, as it has ever since. All it took was a power boost.

But what about you?

Any chance you might need a “fresh battery?” I’m not talking about your mouse. I’m talking about your ministry. About your walk with Christ. About your prayer life, perhaps.

We get so busy "doing" the Christian life that it's easy to forget what God (thankfully) remembers: "that we are but dust" (Psalm 103:14). Which means, apart from His empowerment, we're bound to feel sluggish, lagging, and frozen up.

If you're feeling unproductive and just plain weary—as if your batteries are shot—ponder again the promise of Isaiah 40:29. It's time to connect. But don't wait!

He gives strength to the weary, and to the one who lacks might He increases power.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

JT and his wife had prayed earnestly for his church’s VBS, prayed that God would bring in kids who needed to hear about the love of Jesus.

But JT was not prepared for God’s answer, nor did he particularly approve of the Almighty’s student selection for the class that he and his wife would lead.

Elliot was loud, undisciplined, and unpredictable. He was also, it strongly appeared, on the autistic spectrum.

Instead of singing along with the worship band, Elliot cried—the noise being too much. When others waved their worship streamers to the beat, Elliot thrashed his entire body. Instead of merely laughing politely at jokes, he roared so loudly that those around him (and those far away) gawked at the disruption. At times, he howled mournfully, a lone wolf in despair.

It was impossible to tell whether Elliot heard or understood a single word shared during the Bible lessons. But early on JT’s wife, who understands these things, made Elliot the special object of her care.

At song time, she helped him do the motions. At class time, she graciously overlooked his outbursts. In a word, she loved Elliot. Loved him with the love of Jesus. And few little boys have needed it more.

Elliot’s mom died last year.

But for one week, this island week of craziness called Vacation Bible School, a loud and unpredictable Elliot found the thing he needed most.

Go and learn what this means: “I desire mercy and not sacrifice.”

 — Jesus, (Matthew 9:13a)

Have you ever met anyone who has shipwrecked their faith?

You've likely heard of the "exvangelical" movement. These people grew up in evangelical churches but have since "de-identified" from evangelicalism. They've walked away from their faith.

According to a Religion in Public blog, between four and five percent of the American population can be classified as exvangelical. Personally, I’m weary of reading their stories. What’s behind this trend?

Exvangelicals – A Note on Size and Sources

Actually, it’s nothing new. Paul saw it coming in his day, which is why he wrote in 1 Timothy 1:18,19, “This command I entrust to you, Timothy, my son, in accordance with the prophecies previously made concerning you, that by them you fight the good fight, keeping faith and a good conscience, which some have rejected and suffered shipwreck in regard to their faith.”

For many, the greatest danger in shipwrecking our faith is the presumption that it’s inconceivable. “Not me,” we insist.

But a shipwreck is possible for every one of us! Not just possible, it's probable! Consider: if you are floating in a boat, you are surrounded by that which could kill you! The same is true spiritually.

• The world wants to shipwreck your faith.
• The flesh wants to shipwreck your faith.
• The devil wants to shipwreck your faith.

With all that opposition, how do we avoid a personal spiritual shipwreck? Paul offers three keys in his instructions to Timothy—and us.

Key #1: Prepare to fight (verse 18). We're not called to "love the good rest" but to "fight the good fight." Avoiding shipwreck is a struggle for which we must prepare.

Key #2: “Keep the faith” (verse 19). When circumstances turn hard and answers are few, we don’t chuck our faith. We keep it. We keep holding on to Christ.

Key #3: "Keep a good conscience" (verse 19). We don't violate what we know to be true about Christ and His Word. We stay with the stuff.

Consider: No one ever drifts toward the Lord. We drift away from Him. Shipwreck is not merely possible. It’s probable!

If only there were a warning sign. Or maybe, this is it!

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It happened at Hogansville.

I refer to the Georgia town 60 miles southwest of Atlanta. From a glance out the window, there isn't much going on in Hogansville, population 3,267. Unless, of course, you're into hummingbirds. Here, Hogansville shines. Since 1998, they have faithfully hosted an annual Hummingbird event, billed as "Midwest Georgia's Favorite Fall Festival."

But it was a sign on a tree—not a bird at a fair— that caught my eye on Interstate 85 as we rolled past the outskirts of Hogansville. The letters popped out in fire engine red on a day-glow yellow diamond shape. There were just three words on that sign nailed to the trunk: "Save Me Jesus."

Not sure it was by design, but I found a certain irony in the wording of that sign. To save us is precisely why Jesus was nailed to a tree.

1 Peter 2:24 declares of Jesus, “He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree (cross), that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed.”

"Save me, Jesus." Have you prayed that prayer? Have you asked Jesus to rescue you from the self-centered (sinful) lifestyle we all fall into? Have you asked Him to take charge of you—to be your Savior—and to help you turn away from your me-monster lifestyle?

If you haven’t, if all you have is a vague sense of religiosity with a dash of Jesus thrown in—this is your moment, and this is your prayer.

Consider it—your sign.