Author: Jon Gauger

By now the shocking numbers are almost numbing.  Depending on whose statistics you believe, anywhere between 60 and 90% of young people currently attending an evangelical church will leave once they hit college.  Leave…and never come back. But why? Some people say it's our secular environment—now almost hostile to Christianity.  Some say it's the lack of programs for kids at church…or the quality of the preaching. It is my contention that there are a whole lot fewer reasons than are currently being looked at.  In fact, I think the biggest factor is a whole lot closer to home.  It's parents.  …

Every heart is built differently.  I’m convinced of it. God seems to have placed within me something of His own passion and compassion for lost people.  Wish I could say I’ve always been a good steward of that heart.  I haven’t. But it happens once in awhile I’ll be in a big crowd and the thought suddenly sweeps over me, “Wonder how many of these people really know Jesus?  How many of them are headed for heaven?  How many marching toward Hell?” I’ve thought that thought staring at SuperBowl crowds. A month ago we were in Bethlehem…visiting the Church of…

The summer of the drought. That’s where we’ve been. Hot.  Dry.  Hostile to life. Yet a curious thing caught my eye the other day as I wheeled the mower down our driveway to cut the front lawn. Right there in the middle of the asphalt…pushing up through tar and stone…a weed.  Sturdy, green.  If not alone. How did it get there?  What force gave it the guts to push through a gravel base and up through a layer of asphalt?  How could it thrive when my lawn is patchy and thin? Life is not supposed to thrive in drought conditions. …

They're trying to cool off the flames of hell.  Have you noticed? I have no scientific proof–just my own observations.  But it feels to me like whatever Christian circle I visit, the concept of Hell is increasingly described WITHOUT fire.   It's being replaced by the phrase "eternal separation from God."  The trade out bothers me.  It bothers me because the Bible makes no such allowance.  Hell is a literal place.  The lake of fire is a biblical destination. Revelation 20:15 says "Whoever's name was not written in the Lamb's book of life was cast into the lake of fire." Mark…

Recently, I returned from a ten day trip to the Balkans area of Central Europe.  This is a region that was firmly in the iron grip of Communism for decades.  Walking the streets of Bulgaria and Romania, I was hit hard with a sad reality.   We Americans continue to underestimate the lingering effects of Stalinism and overestimate the success of post-Communist Europe.   We view Communism like a physical house of brick and mortar that was toppled by the wrecking ball of geopolitical change.  We assume the whole nasty mess was scooped into a dumpster and hauled away. The truth is,…

“Excuse me,” she said.  “Do you have a couple minutes to talk about human rights?” She was standing there on the sidewalk in downtown Chicago, and I walked by at my brisk heart-healthy pace expressing a “no thank you.” Then I looked at my watch and noticed I really DID have the time.  So I walked back and talked to her.  The girl was in her early twenties and cradled a clipboard in her arms.  Unseasonably chilly wind blew our hair as she attempted to gain my sympathy for a bill in support of human rights.  Turns out, it was…

You've heard of “Where's Waldo?”  It's the kids book series featuring oversized pages crammed with hundreds of tiny people.  Hidden somewhere among them is the red and white striped image of Waldo.  Your job, of course, is to find him. But today, I'm not asking “Where's Waldo?”  Instead, I'm wondering “Where's Jesus?” Let me explain. Increasingly, as I look at church outreach events and ministries, I wonder what they're reaching out with.  The gospel–the simple saving message of Jesus–sometimes appears to be so far beneath the surface, it would take a deep sea diver to retrieve it.  We're big on…

Their entire species is being threatened.  With each passing day, their numbers dwindle.  Yet few seem to notice–and even fewer care. I'm not talking about a spotted three horned owl. Rather, it's something much more mundane.  So ordinary its passing is off the radar screen of general concern.  Letters. Old fashioned, hand-written letters are a species in deep decline.  And in case you're wondering, that's not just a sentimental feeling. Ask the United States Post Office, where decline in letter volume (ie. revenue) is creating a major case of mail box blues.  No secret as to why. Email and texting…

An Open Letter to Street Beggars, pan handlers and what would be labeled in a less politically correct age as…bums.  Please know that I hear you and see you every time I walk downtown.  See your handwritten cardboard signs, your coffee cups hungry for coins.  And like most followers of Jesus, I struggle in knowing how to respond. So here's the deal I'm making—it's admittedly something of a compromise.  If you ask me for food, I will buy some—as long as it is in my power.  You have my commitment to doing what I can to alleviate your hunger.   I…

My wife and I spend most of our summer weekends camping.  And lately, I’ve been intrigued with the dragonflies we’ve been seeing.  There’s just something about the way they zoom back and forth, almost like a space vehicle in a video arcade game. You know it’s only been in the last 10 years or so that we’ve really come to learn much about these four-winged fliers.  For instance…did you know there are about 5000 species of dragonflies worldwide—and new species are still being discovered!  Dragonflies can be smaller than one inch, or longer than four inches, with a wingspan exceeding…