To be honest, blogging was the last thing for my list today and if I had blogged it would have been answering questions that I was asking myself during this morning’s chapel. The questions I asked are relevant questions that need to be addressed, but what I am going to blog about today is my own confession and something that I have been thinking about for quite a few weeks now.
My pastor has been going through the Revelation of John. He hasn’t been going through the whole book, but he has been going through the first few chapters and the letters that were written to the churches. The first church, the church at Ephesus, has been the letter that has been on my mind particularly. John write to the church and tells them how they are doing great because they are doctrinally sound and they can refute and rebuke all the people in the church, but they have lost their first love. What Pastor David brought up was that their first love was love and that they had all this knowledge of the Bible, but had no love for the people they were rebuking or refuting.
In the same way Paul touched on this subject in I Corinthians 13 when he talks about love. He says,
“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but I do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith so that I can remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away everything I own, and if I give over my body in order to boast, but do not have love, I receive no benefit.”
This has been such a slap in the face for me. I have grown up studying the Bible, showing people that if they don’t agree with me they don’t know what they are talking about. Making rash decisions and placing myself on a pedestal because I know everything about the Bible and because I know all this you wrong if you disagree. And I may be right on a lot of things, but my point isn’t that, my point is that with that kind of attitude I am not showing my love for other people when I continually argue over stupid things.
The reason this is brought to my attention is that I’ve always talked about how great it would be to die a martyr for Christ. Die in a blaze of glory for my King, but I was sitting at Burger King for lunch today and I was thinking about in the end times how many people are going to reject, blaspheme and even hate God during that time. As I was thinking about this I was looking around and seeing all these people around me and thinking these people are going to die, they are going to go to Hell and they are going to not know about Jesus.
How many people I saw and immediately I was scared. I was scared about what people would think about me if I started sharing the gospel with them. I was scared that if I had bought a homeless guy a meal, sat down to eat with him, what people around me would think of me if they heard me sharing the gospel. I was scared about what the guy would have thought about me. “Did he buy my lunch just so he could tell me how to get saved?”
Why did I think these things? Don’t I know that God, the creator of the universe is in control and that He is the one that draws people to him? Am I that selfish to think that God’s gospel is for me and me alone? How could I even think about being a leader in the church if I won’t share the gospel and be rejected by people that don’t even know God let alone a church congregation that I actually know and don’t want to see be led astray? Why have I made God so small and yet why have I made man so big?
As I think about the answers to my question I come to one conclusion.
My pride.
My pride is what helps me not to share the gospel. My pride is what helps me gain so much knowledge and yet not put it to practical use. My pride is what helps me share the most random facts about the Bible that no one would ever know, but because I have read sooooo much I know it. My pride is what helps me to get into theological discussions and to think things like “if they don’t agree with me then God will deal with them.” It’s all my pride.
That is my confession. In all my pride I have not shared the gospel and it could have been the last chance for that person to ever hear it. Oh to never be selfish. I say that I have so much faith in God and yet I mimic the words of James when he says, “faith without works is dead.”
