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Spiritual Fission

atom splitting in nuclear fission 587169643 5792680a3df78c1734990723Those who are in the flesh cannot please God. You, however, are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit of God lives in you. Romans 8:8-9 (NETFull)

Every Tuesday was bulletin day for our pastor. He tapped out articles on a master stencil in his typewriter and then hand-cranked his worn mimeograph printer. I was aghast at his archaic method and volunteered to set up a word-processing system for him.

It was an act of bravery for someone who grew up with horses and gaslights to take computer lessons. My pastor wrote notes on each step from switching on the machine to printing a document, but his rote learning never allowed him to intuit the programer's logic. Years later, he called me whenever he'd navigated the screen menus into a corner and couldn’t figure out how to get back.

In the same way, disciplining my corrupt mind with rote laws doesn’t keep me out of corners of sin. The change won’t penetrate deep enough for me to understand God or please him. I need his heart and not just the rules. That’s why he made me the new temple of his Spirit. The forgiveness and eternal life offered through Christ are huge but they are only the doorways that make it possible for the Spirit of the Most High to move in and guide me forever.

True faith bubbles up from within. Jesus compared it to yeast, wind, and an artesian fountain but it’s also like nuclear fission. Fission causes an unstoppable chain reaction of splitting atoms. We can no more stop a Spirit-filled believer from sacrificial obedience than we can contain an atom bomb once fission has begun. There will be a joyous, God-pleasing explosion of loving kindness.

Prayer: Come Holy Spirit and burst out from within me.

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Poured Out

IMG 2909But even if I am being poured out like a drink offering on the sacrifice and service of your faith, I am glad and rejoice together with all of you. Philippians 2:17 (NETFull)

Looking through earthly lenses, I was made the hero. A congregation of thirty tribal converts in India honored me as a rich foreign pastor who flew all the way from America to set the cornerstone of their new church. They laid a garland of marigolds around my neck and applauded their spiritual patron with devotion.

The same scene viewed with heavenly glasses reveals the real hero. Samuel was a meek evangelist with a warm smile and hunger to serve Jesus. There were many villages within a day’s walk of his home but one burned in his heart, Garepali.

The people of Garepali worshiped tree and river demons. They were illiterate outcastes whose children no school would accept. The name of Jesus had never been spoken in this dry place and the Holy Spirit burdened Samuel to be the first.

“The one true God who created everything became a man named, Jesus, so he could win our trust. Jesus let himself be sacrificed on a cross to take the punishment we deserved for our sins. He wants to forgive you and bring you to eternal life in paradise,” Samuel said.

The village elders decided that Samuel and his God weren’t welcome.

For nine years the Holy Spirit drove Samuel to confront the darkness of Garepali without a single convert. Then one man took interest and accepted Christ as his only God. For another year, Samuel discipled his one convert who finally led another to salvation and then more. They built a church and thatched it with palm leaves.

When the believers could no longer fit inside their worship-hut, they begged for a white pastor to dedicate the cornerstone for a cement-block church. That’s when I showed up, clueless of the history or significance of the work in Garepali, clueless of most everything that really matters in life.

For nine years Samuel returned when his only encouragements were whispers from the Spirit of Jesus. Humans may admire the sacrifices of globetrotting missionaries but heaven sees the real heroes. Before God’s throne in paradise, there is a roar of applause for gentle, faithful Samuel.

Prayer: Saving Jesus, help me quietly pour out my life for you.

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Acceptable Sacrifice

IMG 2954At the designated time Cain brought some of the fruit of the ground for an offering to the Lord. But Abel brought some of the firstborn of his flock - even the fattest of them. And the Lord was pleased with Abel and his offering, but with Cain and his offering he was not pleased. Genesis 4:3-5 (NETFull)

I fell in love with my second-grade teacher, Ms. Goodrop. She was pretty and kind. She lit up durning show-and-tell as other children exhibited a picture they’d painted or a praying mantis they’d captured.

I so wanted to please Ms. Gooddrop that when she asked if I had anything, I said yes, I wanted to share a poem from the book a classmate read from. There was confusion and embarrassment when the girl handed me the book and I couldn't find a suitable poem. Ms. Goodrop tactfully suggested I come better prepared the next week. The awful feeling of disappointing my pet teacher sticks to me these many years later.

All too often, the heart-sacrifices I bring to God are as hastily prepared as my show-and-tell poem. The Holy Spirit illuminates an area of my character that needs renewal and I easily agree. What actually transpires is that I think briefly about the matter, then move on with nothing truly changed.

When a weakness is exposed, I must get to a quiet place and pray until there is absolute surrender of the stronghold in my heart. Often, multiple sessions are necessary. In fact, it’s a lifelong process but I must not hide behind the idea that I have my whole life to work on it.

Maybe at this time I can only walk halfway to purity. Latter, I will walk half of the remaining distance, then when the Lord gives strength, I’ll walk half again. Eventually the halves become minuscule but I’ll never fully arrive in this life. I’ll always have another half to cover and I can’t ever give up.

Changing who I am is hard work, but then acceptable sacrifices always are. It’s the only way to shamelessly hold up my heart for show-and-tell when we all stand before God’s throne.

Prayer: Patient Jesus, help me make honest offerings of my heart.

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