A Rare Jewel

I have a lot of books. Deb has the official count since she logs them in for insurance purposes but I think its well over a thousand. About half are reference books and commentaries, some are vintage editions, the rest are divided up into meticulous categories (at least in my brain) from Eastern Orthodoxy to Islam, from worship to church government and everything in between. Many have been bought along the way in my studies and some have been graciously given to me. Often those given to me get recorded and put in their proper topical place for future reading...and then are forgotten. And every once in a while I'll extend my hand to something unfamiliar and not required. 

One such book was written by Andrew Murray titled, The Master's Indwelling. I was actually very familiar with Murray's work, With Christ in the Schoolhouse of Prayer but I neglected to see if he had any other works of interest. 

This summer my hand extended and with great joy my heart followed.  

For those not familiar with Andrew Murray, he was born in South Africa to missionary parents in 1828. His ancestors were from Scotland and when he was 10 years of age he was sent back to his country of ancestral origin for a proper education. In his early adult life he would return to his beloved South Africa where he would pastor for the rest of his life. And in the midst of his pastoral duties he wrote works that stirred the soul and challenged the mundane. The Master's Indwelling was originally from a series of lectures that he gave at the Northfield Conference in 1895, later re-written, revised, and published. 

In subsequent blogs I would like you to journey with me through the pages of a book that had a profound effect on my inner longing to be more like Christ.  

If you've ever struggled with why you can't seem to get victory over a specific sin, I hope you'll allow me to convey Murray's timely counsel. 

If you've ever wondered what it means to truly die to yourself so that Christ might live through you, I hope you'll prayerfully walk beside me as I go through Murray's biblical exhortations. 

Perhaps you are waiting on God and feel like nothing is happening or what true biblical humility looks like - then join me on this journey. 

Ultimately Murray's heart was the fulfillment of God being "all in all." 

This is more than a book to me.  It was a timely answer to prayer reminding me of what is important as a follower of Christ and as a pastor/teacher. It affirmed that God is omniscient and omnipotent. He took a book that has been on my shelf since 2005 and placed in into my life when it was exactly needed. If you can pick up a copy and follow along...great. If not, I hope you'll  be provoked by my inner musings along the way. 

The first time through was relief to my soul. I'm wondering how I will describe the review?

As a side note...he was 67 when he wrote these....perhaps their is hope for me yet. It also reminds me that great men of thought are usually the ones who have lived life and experienced the Scriptures in such a way that they have become a part of them. Unfortunately, we put men out to pasture at the time where they could offer the body of Christ the best that they have. 

The Witness

I was sitting in my office last week and I witnessed a crime. Around four o'clock the perp (that's TV slang for perpetrator) was walking on the other side of the street when this person stopped, looked back at my neighbor's porch, and saw a garment package leaning against their door. The perp turned, walked up to the door, and stole the package. 

As one can imagine the effect of witnessing such evil, my heart was racing. I yelled out the door in my most thunderous voice, "Put it back!" The perp looked back thinking it was the thunderous voice of God. Well...the perp looked back because I was yelling from my upstairs office window out of view from where the perp had already walked. 

Ready to right a social wickedness I ran downstairs with my phone loaded and ready to shoot. The problem is...I am absolutely ignorant on how to use the thing. I couldn't figure out how to take a picture and what is the non-emergency number for the police? The perp was long gone when I finally arrived outside to call them. 

However, my keen skills of exegetical prowess, examining the Scriptures for details, have well-equipped me for giving complete descriptions.  I proceeded to describe the perp to the authorities with almost divine precision. 

For a brief moment I panicked. I thought that I was going to have to pack a travel bag, leave Deb a note, and go live with an Amish family in Indiana (reference to the movie The Witness with Harrison Ford).  But that's probably where they would look first since I grew up around there. I was a witness to a crime. I snitched. And now the full wrath of the ungodly was probably coming my way. Thank God I'm saved. "O Death where is thy sting..."  I didn't want to know. 

Things were made worse when the police knew this person by name, proceeded to bring the perp over to MY HOUSE, and ask if this was, indeed, the perpetrator of the crime. Shaking internally, but with steel outward resolve, I affirmed. 

Of course there was immediate denial: my word against the perp's. But I had done my civic duty and if I must suffer, so be it. I began to pray the imprecatory psalms where David asks the Lord to cut the hands off of his enemies. However, in my heart I knew that there was a heart issue at hand. Something was broken inside this person. There was a need...not for stuff...this person didn't look poor, but a need for...purpose...I don't know.  Why does anyone steal things?  Because they can?  Because they want to? 

Yes, the thought of wondering about the quality of the parents entered my mind but then I was reminded that King Saul had his Jonathan and King David had his Absalom. The parent does not necessarily make the child. Military or some rigid boarding school might.....

Anyway...just a reminder that my world is broken.  Thankful it wasn't my stuff. And thankful it wasn't one of my girls.  You see the perp was a teenage girl. 

I'll never be able to walk comfortably in a mall again....

Longing

While preparing a message in the Gospel of Matthew, I was reading through the prophetic words of Isaiah today. 

I am still amazed at how truthful and accurate the Word of God is in predicting events and...predicting events that have a near and yet future fulfillment. It's hard enough to predict one but to have a double fulfillment....statistical improbability. 

It is even more amazing to see how the Scriptures can even predict the human personality.

It did this with the yet-to-be-born Son of God. 

Isaiah 42:1-4 is this wonderful passage. 

"Here is my servant, whom I uphold, my chosen one in whom I delight; I will put my Spirit on him and he will bring justice to the nations.  2 He will not shout or cry out, or raise his voice in the streets.  3 A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;  4 he will not falter or be discouraged till he establishes justice on earth. In his law the islands will put their hope." 

I was standing at the sink doing dishes the other night and I muttered, "God has to be grieved at the wickedness in this world."  I don't know why I said it out loud. I'm guessing that it poured forth from a heart that was just overflowing with that particular emotion. I thought about Noah and how God was grieved that he had made mankind. I also thought about how I yearn for a just world (whatever that means). 

I clearly am not a perfect person but I am striving to be. I have done my share of ungodly things and thought ungodly thoughts. I have been on the receiving side of swindlers and thieves, abuse and lies. I have prayed for forgiveness, offered forgiveness and...yes...prayed the imprecatory psalms over people with "just" intentions. There is something inside of me that just wants to live in world where things are made right. I long for that hope. Perhaps I'm just tired of the struggle, tired of being inundated with the negative all the time. Sequester would be an option but that didn't work well for the monks nor sleep for Ichabod Crane. You just end up being irrelevant and more depressed at the changing times.  

So when I read the description of Jesus given about him 700 years before he entered this world, I found great solace in knowing that the Father planned for him to have a heart for making things right. He has a spirit of justice within him. And the wonderful thing is that, not only does he have the heart, but he has the power to change things. 

Come to think of it....so do I. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_RjndG0IX8

Nobody

First, a word of thanks to all of you who participated in my doctoral survey.  I was able to get enough to formulate some general observations and to move forward on my remaining chapters. Words cannot express my gratitude. 

Second, I have been reflecting on Isaiah 53 for our Good Friday service, especially verses 1-2.  

I have seen hundreds of pictures of Jesus…. long flowing hair….beautiful brown eyes that are filled with kindness and gentleness.  If he were born today he would probably be the captain of every sport he played. He would be the lead in all the plays at the theatre.  He would be the cool guy that everyone wants to be like and liked by everyone. He would be mister popular, mister sophisticated.

Since he is God he would never have acne or have to deal with oily skin. His teeth would always be as white as Mount Hood snow.  His robe would never be dirty and always have a slight glow to it.  All the mothers would be asking Mary what laundry detergent she used. 

Whatever he put his hand to was perfect.  When he worked for his father he never cut a board too short or mis-measured.  When he was called to cut a slab of stone his first swing split it perfectly and he was the envy of all the neighborhood masons.

Of course this is not an entirely accurate view of Jesus.  It certainly isn’t a biblical view of him.  The truth of the matter is that he was insignificant.  He was a nobody from a nothing town.  Up until he started his ministry it would have been “Jesus who?”  Son of Joseph and Mary.  Joseph and Mary who?  He was a nobody and the son of a nobody.  He was a plain boy who grew up into a plain and ordinary man.

His was simply described as sensitive toward the things of God; someone who never really fit in to this world, someone who belonged somewhere else. 

As I was writing this I thought, "I guess I am being made into His image."

Doctoral Survey

This blog post is for my doctoral dissertation survey.  I'm looking for individuals between 18 and 30 years of age to help compare two presentations that have to do with the Gospel of Jesus Christ. You don't have to be a Christian to take this survey, in fact, I'm looking for those adventurous souls who are not. Your help and feedback would be greatly appreciated. The whole survey should not take more than 45 minutes and 25-30 minutes of that is clicking on and watching through my two Power Point presentations. Please be honest in your assessment but also respectful. I'm not trying to convert anyone or offend anyone. I'm just looking for some honest feedback on comparing the two presentations. 

Please review the overview and consent form.  You do not need to sign anything. The survey is an anonymous survey. You simply need to be aware of what will be taking place. 

Your first question will be a statement that you have read and do consent to take the survey and view the presentations. 

Thanks.

Daniel

Survey

Whoops...

Hi, all....

Many of you may have received a partial survey from me....It's a whoops....

My IT person was trying to move a survey from Google Docs into my blog and he apparently hit publish. 

But...be thinking of persons between the ages of 18-30 to take a religious survey for me. It will be coming on my next blog post. It's why I have been a bit absent on my writing of late.  Trying to get this doctoral thesis finished. 

So..disregard if you have received it and pray that I get this finished so that I can get back to my regular blog posts. 

Thanks for your patience. 

Daniel 

Water bucket

"I was all the time tugging and carrying water, but now I have a river that carries me."  Dwight Lyman Moody.  

D. L. Moody (1837 - 1899) has a great life story. Left without a father at the age of four, helping his mother and his eight brothers and sisters put food on the table was more important than education. Like my own grandfather, a sixth grade education was about all you needed. You could read, write, and do arithmetic; in other words, you could survive. Now it was time to get to work. 

He would leave his home for Boston, Mass. and his uncle's shoe store where he would find his talent as a salesman. He would also be led to a saving knowledge of Jesus by a faithful Sunday school teacher in the back of that store. 

Not long after, he felt limited and so left for the great city of Chicago. It was great in opportunity but horrid in corruption and morally bankrupt in character. He would write to his mother and describe the almost unbearable unChristian environment. But the smallest light is able to dispel the greatest darkness. 

He would start with showing the love of God to children of the street. At one point he had over 1500 children in his Sunday school program. He would teach them to read and write using the Bible and make sure that each child knew they were loved by God. 

He would become the head of the Young Men's Christian Association and head up an organization to minister to Confederate captured prisoners.  You would think that he would be pleased with all his accomplishments but instead he was tired and missing something. 

Two small old church ladies would sit in the front pew of his church on Illinois Street and pray through the whole service. One day he asked them what they were praying for. They said, "We are praying for you."  Mr. Moody replied, "Why don't you pray for the people." They said, "We are praying that you will be empowered by the Holy Spirit." He said, "I thought I had the power of the Holy Spirit." After all, he had the largest church in Chicago and an incredible influence in the city. But he knew something was missing. He had the Spirit [the water] but he was tired in spirit. He had been carrying the Holy Spirit instead of the Living Water carrying him. 

And so God helped him with his desire. He sent the Chicago fire and burned up everything that he had and owned. The house, the possessions, the church, the businesses that supported him -- all gone. He left for New York and as he walked on the city streets his attention was on one thing:  the filling, the empowerment of the Holy Spirit. Then one day on those city streets God revealed himself to his heart in such a way that he could not contain it.  His love was so strong that it overwhelmed him. Moody says that it was so overwhelming that he had to ask God to stop. The spiritual container was overflowing and could not contain any more. 

Moody said that his sermons were not any different; he did not present any new truths, but hundreds were converted.  It was after this that his soul was set on fire and God would use him in great ways in Great Britain and again back in the United States. 

My point is not to enter into a debate on what the filling of the Spirit means [some calling it the baptism of the Holy Spirit] but to address the fact that many, including myself, need to recognize good hearts with tired spirits from carrying the water. It was never God's intention for us to carry the water but that the water should carry us. 

This means that I need to put down the water buckets and get in the boat. It means that I need to put away my own agenda and desires and let God move me and carry me to the various divine destinations that he has for me. 

Are you tired in the Lord service? Perhaps your just doing too much and need to scale back. But perhaps you're doing the right things but in your own strength. Leave the buckets for the servants.  The boat is for the sons and daughters of God.