17 May 2013

EAT OF HIS FLESH!


By GDW 

Looking through Facebook and watching PNGeans debate matters with an attempt to interpret Biblical principles has made me realise how starved of real Biblical teaching and studying we are. Suddenly we're all self-styled theologians, but how wrong some of us are. I truly wonder whether we really have private Bible studies. Where we open the word and have a concordance and some trusty commentary at hand, and say a prayer for the Spirit of Truth to help us understand…truly understand. 

Christianity in PNG has become a feel-good thing. Prosperity gospel by popular preachers has made us treat God as a mere butler. People want to hear words that tickle their ears so they can shout "Amen!" Preachers aren't preaching about sin anymore because they want to keep their audiences. 

But I'd wish we'd also teach people about living right by the Word of God, and not just by the words of popular leadership and life-coaching gurus. I wish preachers would say more of those things that make people squirm in their chairs and quietly go "ouch!" Rather than jump up and down at every ticklish catchphrase of a charismatic speaker. Like when Jonathan Edwards preached monotnously about Hell and Sin and his congregation fled from the church because the words struck at the core of their beings and their realisation of sin became too much too bear. 

We're still babes of the faith, we love to have every itch scratched, and every soft-spot tickled and soiled diapers washed without participating in the cleaning. We want to be fed soft words that others have already chewed and churned. We'd like the adults to speak to us kindly and softly like a child longs for "goo goos" and "gah gahs".  We can't and don't want to handle the heavy stuff. It's too painful and difficult to chew. 

People want to use the Word to make an argument but not to convict our own hearts and change our evil ways. In fact we'd use it to avoid being judged. To avoid change. We'd rather Jesus' words of "judge not lest you be judged", than "no one comes to the Father except through Me". Because we'd rather He not be the ONLY Way. We like His kind words of love but not His ultimatums of living sacrifice "eating of my flesh". We'd rather His love for sinners than His hate for sin. 

And so we continue in sin, grieving his heart. Ignorant of His whole Truth and the wholeness of His message. In the words of Ravi Zacharias "Jesus didn't come to make bad people good, He came to make dead people live." 

I must add He didn't come to give us ammunition for our petty debates, He brought words of eternal life. That's an important note. We're ignoring His words of Eternal life while gobbling up His words for this life. Come eternity we may find we're bankrupt in the words that REALLY matter.

So please return to the Word. It has instructions for living, for salvation and sanctification and glorification. If you stop at instructions for "living", you might find yourself short of a whole eternal package.  Pastors preach HARD WORDS. You know! Words to REBUKE, CORRECT, AND INSTRUCT. Not just to uplift and encourage. And those "fans" of the Bible, get into it and read. Consume it so that it consumes you.

EAT OF HIS FLESH. He said so Himself! He is the WORD. 

Heavenise day!

GDW


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Ganjiki

"INSPIRING PASSION"
 

01 May 2013

Risking Reputation to Reach the Lost

By Stephen Michael Leach (on Facebook)

 

Several years ago here in PNG I knew a lovely girl who was vibrant, intelligent, educated and well on her way to becoming a successful career woman. Occasionally she would come sit in the studio audience with her friends while I was on air at FM Morobe and I'd see her every day on lunch break on the steps of Vela Rumana.

 

She began a relationship with an older married man in Lae and I watched as her life began to fall apart... everyone talked about her... whenever I would greet her in Foodmart I could feel the ever present watchful eyes of suspicion and judgment....

 

One "intercessor" pulled me aside one day after witnessing me greeting the girl and gave me a tongue lashing about how inappropriate it was for a young single Reverend with my skin color and position to be seen publicly talking to someone she considered a glorified K2 meri (prostitute).

 

I listened to that woman out of fear of offending the Church and destroying my reputation. I stopped going out of my way to greet this girl... I was no longer openly friendly in public least someone accuse me of flirting with her. A few months later I was catching a PMV from Madang to Lae and as we went around Madang town and I hung my head out of window yelling, "LAE! LAE! LAE!" like a legit boss crew... I saw this girl walking towards the bus from the market carrying her bags. I thought to myself, "oh no...." she saw me and smiled and for a moment I saw the girl she used to be.

 

She sat beside me all day on the bumpy and dust filled ride back to Swit Rainy Lae... We talked some and she tried to engage me in conversation but I was so fearful of what other people on the bus would think about us that I engaged her politely but I never really talked about anything in depth. We dropped her off at her home in Lae and I said, "lukim yu bihain Wantok" as she walked away.

 

A few days later I heard that she had discovered that she was pregnant with the child of that married man and that she had hung herself in her bedroom.

 

I MOURNED HER DEATH AND THE DEATH OF HER CHILD. I cried out to God and begged Him to forgive me for bowing to the pressure of Religion and Culture and shunning her for the sake of my own reputation. I begged God to forgive me for wasting An ENTIRE DAY SITTING NEXT TO HER ON THE BUS FROM MADANG when I could have been speaking LIFE over her spirit. It was and IS one of the most shameful moments of my ministry.

 

But I share it with you today because I do not want YOU to make the same mistake that I did all those years ago. God had sent me 10,000 miles across the world to her nation. He had placed me in her life. He had made a White boy from Virginia an honorary Boss Crew on a Madang PMV so that He could place me RIGHT NEXT TO HER while she was walking through the valley of the shadow of death. And I had bowed down to the religious spirits and the whispering tongues of gossip. In so doing I had betrayed my calling as a missionary.

 

For years I carried that all-consuming guilt and felt that the blood of her and her unborn child was on my "holy" white hands... When she died I fundamentally changed... I ceased caring what any of the judgmental religious people thought about me... I was going to reach and be friends with everyone whether they were approved by the Church or not.

 

Listen to me. Do not EVER shun a sinner just because RELIGION tells you to! Do not ever turn your back on a hurting soul just to keep your own name. Lift up JESUS and speak LIFE over the broken and the hurting... even if that means losing your reputation in the process.

 

This isn't about YOU it's all about JESUS.

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Ganjiki

"INSPIRING PASSION"