The Fourth Watch

By Pastor Dwight K. Nelson

Oct
9
October 9, 2019

One of our viewers from Florida sent me a piece attributed to Mother Teresa. I went online and discovered this attribution to her is actually challenged (www.quoteinvestigator.com/2012/05/18/do-good-anyway/#more-3828). But while “Quote Investigator”’s extensive review suggests multiple sources, this piece is still rich with meaning, and so I share it with you:
 

People are often unreasonable
Illogical, and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may
Accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

 

If you are successful, you will win
Some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

 

If you are honest and frank,
People may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

 

What you spend years building,
Someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.

 

If you find serenity and happiness,
They may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

 

The good you do today,
People will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

 

Give the world the best you have,
And it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis,
It is between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway.

 

I admit it does sound a bit like a string of graduation platitudes at first glance. But the thematic undertow speaks volumes inside that little word, “anyway.”

“Anyway”—in this case meaning “in spite of it”—isn’t that the way the follower of Christ often has to live? “In spite of it all”—Paul writes with quiet courage—“we are hard-pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed” (2 Corinthians 4:8-9).

“Anyway” or “in spite of it all”—Peter counsels—“in all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials” (1 Peter 1:6).

“Anyway” or “in spite of it all”—the Apocalypse begins—“I, John, your brother and companion in the suffering and kingdom and patient endurance that are ours in Jesus”—and Jesus himself concludes—“Do not be afraid of what you are about to suffer—be faithful, even to the point of death, and I will give you life as your victor’s crown” (Revelation 1:9; 2:10).

Truth is “anyway” or “in spite of it all” is the way third millennial Christ-followers still walk in his steps. And “in spite of it all” their faith, like Jesus, “shines brighter” and “shines purer” against the dark panoply of evil. Anyway.

So what’s the “anyway” you’re having to face down in your life right now? A disease that won’t give up? A state of depression that won’t seem to let go? Are your last dollars gone, leaving your future uncertain at best? What is the “in spite of it all” pathway God has set your feet upon?

Paul, Peter, John, Jesus—who lived out their lives in spite of the most debilitating circumstances imaginable—surely in their “I will put my trust in him” courage we can find solace and fearlessness of our own. Trust anyway. Hope anyway. Love anyway. Live or die anyway.

Why? “When the darkness is deepest, then the light of a noble, Godlike character will shine the brightest. When every other trust fails, then it will be seen who have an abiding trust in God” (Sketches from the Life of Paul 252). Anyway.

You may not be able to see it—but it’s that word “anyway” that radiates your life right now. Your friends and family see it. The world takes notice, too. Because like Jesus you are a spectacle to behold. Anyway.

And so he thanks you.

Oct
2
October 2, 2019

I went out for my daily morning walk earlier this week. The sun wasn’t up—it was dark—and though I couldn’t see them, the clouds overhead only made the unrefreshingly warm humidity in the autumn air heavier and burdensome. I clutched my small flashing strobe light (given to me by a kind neighbor last week who caught me walking without light and insisted I receive his thoughtful gift—I gratefully did). The blinking strobe doesn’t light up much of the forested landscape—its value is its uncanny way of catching the eye of drivers hurrying to work in the dark.

But the downside of a light that doesn’t shine very far is your eyes begin to play tricks on you. And you think you see a creature racing across the road ahead (maybe a deer, or was it a tiger?). A blinking light with jumpy shadows is a recipe for uncertainty at best when you’re walking in the dark.

The darkness matched the mood of my heart. I like to pray while I walk. And that morning my heart was burdened for the church, my own and the wider national and global church. It feels like we’re stuck beneath dark clouds in heavy air, not drifting backward perhaps but certainly not making noticeable forward progress either. Having spent a few years in this parish and pulpit, my mind raced back through the many, many spiritual strategies our congregation and campus had embraced, had launched, had completed—hoping this one or that one would be the breakthrough.

I admit it’s difficult to define breakthrough anymore. After all, what constitutes a divine breakthrough in a faith community? Love and ministry to the disenfranchised, the marginalized and alienated (as in Isaiah 58)? The gospel to our neighbors and neighborhoods, our communities and cities (Matthew 28)? “Small companies of prayer” that meet faithfully to intercede for the baptism of the Holy Spirit (Acts 4)? A body of believers who love God with all their hearts, souls and bodies—and love their neighbors as themselves (Matthew 22)?

As I walked on in the dark, the cloud ceiling began to morph from black to grey, thanks to an approaching sunrise unseen beneath the heavy clouds. So what will it take? What are you waiting for, God? How long? Questions borrowed from saints through the ages much closer to him than I. Will the promised breakthrough—what the American writer and messenger described as “such a revival of primitive godliness as has not been witnessed since apostolic times . . . the Spirit and power of God . . . poured out upon His children” (GC 464)—come true for this generation?

“Ask the Lord for rain in the season of the latter rain” (Zechariah 10:1). “‘Behold I will do a new thing. . . . I will pour water on those who are thirsty, and floods on the dry ground. I will pour my Spirit on your descendants and my blessing on your offspring’” (Isaiah 43:19/44:3). “In the last days, God says, I will pour my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters. . . . even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days’” (Acts 2:17-18).

Still deep in thought, I approached the end of my forty minutes. Less than two hundred feet ahead around the trees and curve was my home. At that moment I felt a drop. Then a second one. It was beginning to rain. I quickened my pace to get out of the rain, when a thought flashed through my mind—could it be that the breakthrough-rainfall prophets have promised and saints have prayed for through the ages—could it be that the “Big One” (the last divine rainfall) comes only when the children of God are nearly home, much closer to home than anyone realizes?

Could it be then the shadows play tricks on our eyes—“we see through a glass darkly”—so that what looks far is near, and what looks near is far? Could the same dark glass be hiding massive movements of Heaven and its visitants on earth, frenetically at work in the very strategies and prayers we conclude are ineffectual? Then maybe all is not in vain. And Heaven is much closer to us than we ever dared to imagine. Could it be?

Such are the thoughts of a man coming out of the rain.

Me? I was just glad to be home.

Sep
25
September 25, 2019

Neil T. Anderson in his book Victory Over the Darkness relates this poem, both poignant and anonymous:​

Lend me your hope for a while,
I seem to have misplaced mine.
Lost and hopeless feelings accompany me daily,
pain and confusion are my companions.
I know not where to turn;
looking ahead to future times does not bring forth
images of renewed hope.
I see troubled times, pain-filled days, and more tragedy.

Lend me your hope for a while,
I seem to have misplaced mine.
Hold my hand and hug me;
listen to all my ramblings, recovery seems so far distant.
The road to healing seems like a long and lonely one.

Lend me your hope for a while,
I seem to have misplaced mine.
Stand by me, offer me your presence, your heart and
your love.
Acknowledge my pain, it is so real and ever present.
I am overwhelmed with sad and conflicting thoughts.

Lend me your hope for a while;
a time will come when I will heal,
and I will share my renewal,
hope and love with others.
 

What kind of a world would this be if hope could be lent one to another? So on the days or nights when my hope gauge is pitiably on empty I could text you, call you, email you, find you somewhere and pray this plaintive prayer, “Lend me your hope for a while.”

And what if you could? I’m not sure if there’s a psychological trait that predisposes some people to possess extra amounts of hope, but if there were, wouldn’t we all make a bee-line to their door?

Somewhere in the Good Book there is a phrase provocative with meaning—“prisoners of hope.” Do you suppose we all are? Just that? Gauges on empty, too many of us—but all of us chained to the hope that hope exists. Prisoners to be sure . . . but hoping against hope there is yet hope to be had. Hope to lend, hope to borrow. But hope nonetheless.

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love” (1 Corinthians 13:13).

Greater than hope? Apparently so, because when the hopeless come seeking hope of you, your heart to love them does much more for them than sharing your hope could possibly do. When a hopeless soul experiences selfless love—this must be the point—it is love that triumphs even as hope is birthed.

So the next time you hear the wistful prayer, “Lend me your hope for a while,” do the seeker a favor, and love on them instead. Turns out it is what they’ve been searching for all along.
 

Sep
11
September 11, 2019

Nearly half of GenZers (born 1995-2006)—i.e., our thirteen to 24-year-olds today—were born after the four coordinated terrorist attacks on the United States 18 years ago today. That means they have never known a world without TSA and long security lines at the airport. They’ve never known what it was like not to have to take your shoes off and walk barefoot through an Xray scanner, not to have to limit your fluids in your carry-on bag to 3 fluid oz each, not to have to plop your laptop on a conveyor belt for high-tech Xray analysis, not to have to undergo the occasional (or frequent, depending on your ethnic background) pat-down by a sometimes friendly TSA officer. The list could go on and on.

But what happened on that glorious, sunny, blue-skied Tuesday in New York City (the Twin Towers), in Washington D.C. (the Pentagon) and outside Shanksville, Pennsylvania (the crash of Flight 93), has not only altered our travel routines. It has sadly also altered our view of Muslims and eventually all immigrants, tinging our perceptions with a lurking fear or suspicion of these strangers’ alliance with evil. That radical Islam exists who can deny? That terrorist attacks have continued unabated since 9-11 is obvious. That lone wolf anti-Muslim retaliation has subsequently shot up mosques the world over is also common knowledge. No, the world we live in today is not the world we knew on September 10, 2001. September 11 has rewritten all of our lives.

In fact, it can be argued that endemic societal fear took a massive leap forward on that Tuesday eighteen years ago. We live in a culture afraid of everything now. Oh sure, the shoot-‘em-up mass killings that have escalated in recent years no doubt contribute to our insecurity and angst. And perhaps so does the “selfie me-first” narcissism that too often turns human beings into solitary individual fortresses afraid to trust anyone outside our immediate social context. Perhaps.

It could be that our Lord himself foresaw this global paralysis, predicting it would eventually become endemic: “People will faint from terror [recognize that word?], apprehensive of what is coming on the world” (Luke 21:26). Not surprising then that GenZers now manifest the highest percentage of college entrance students ever with self-diagnosed mental health issues. You can blame the technological impact of the smartphone, but we can thank 9-11 for preparing the way.

But why such gloomy thoughts on this sunny, still blue-skied September 11 eighteen years later? Because of all people, those who call themselves “Adventists” (believers in the soon-coming of Christ) should be analyzing the rapidly-gyrating news cycle and drawing the conclusion we now live in the self-disintegrating world the ancient Scripture predicted. While the Bible doesn’t calculate a calendar date for The End, we’d be fools to ignore Jesus’ somber admonition, “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come. But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into. So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him” (Matthew 24:42-44).

Jesus, our soon-coming thief? Of course not. Rather, Jesus, our soon-coming Savior, “the Savior of the world.” Which, if it doesn’t learn about him, will not only be caught unawares but will be lost. Which means that if we consider ourselves Adventists, it is ipso facto our “Adventist” mission to tell others this truth. Inviting them to worship with you is a blessed idea. Sharing with them something you’ve read that’s inspired you is another effective method. So is “loving your neighbor” into a continuing conversation about the meaning of relevant Bible truths (“the truth as it is in Jesus”). Choose what works for you.

But let’s not simply yawn our way past this eighteenth anniversary of September 11. What a waste of opportunity! In the words of Jesus, “keep watch,” “be ready” and “go.” And “I’ll be with you as you do this, day after day after day, right up to the end of the age” (Matthew 28:20 Message).

Sep
4
September 4, 2019

Two tragedies in the waters on opposite sides of the nation this week provoke a somber reminder. In a split second, all that is familiar and secure can be blown away!

The disastrous onboard explosion and fire sinking the dive-boat Conception on Monday have stunned the Santa Barbara seaside community. The “75-foot vessel once described by California Diving News as 'California’s crown jewel of live-aboard dive boats,' caught fire about 20 yards off the north shore of Santa Cruz Island and now lies upside down on the ocean floor in about 62 feet of water, authorities said” (www.latimes.com/california/story/2019-09-04/california-boat-fire-conception-victims). While five of the six crew members survived by leaping into the 3 AM waters, 34 others below deck perished—including a family of five divers celebrating their father’s birthday “with a luxurious three-day excursion that was to include diving amid the kelp forests, nature lectures and gourmet meals” (ibid).

How suddenly, how tragically life is extinguished.

On the opposite shore of the country Hurricane Dorian (at the time of this writing) is still clawing its way up the eastern seaboard. Left behind in its howling wake are pictures of mind-numbing devastation. I watched a helicopter video cam (its chopping propeller the only sound) as it whirled over the flooded, flattened islands of Abaco and Grand Bahama. This surreal photographic capture of the hurricane's atomic-bomb-like obliteration is reminiscent of those black and white photographs of post-atomic bomb Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Flattened. Gone.

How suddenly, how tragically life is extinguished.

Beyond the sorrow over lives lost is the somber reminder life can end just as instantaneously for any of us. Hours before his own death, Jesus warned of planetary upheaval before his return: “‘There will be signs in the sun, moon and stars. On the earth, nations will be in anguish and perplexity at the roaring and tossing of the sea’” (Luke 21:25). The net effect on the collective human psyche? “‘People will faint from terror, apprehensive of what is coming on the world’” (v 26).

The gaggle of end-of-summer headlines is hardly a collection to inspire confidence! Mass shootings, trade and tariff wars, economic downturn predictions, political stalemates, et al—we’ve heard this song before—a siren song for the followers of Christ, the unsettling reminder that we live too close to the edge to ignore the warnings. Bad news?

Not at all. For as Jesus put it, “‘When these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near’” (v 28). It is the way the Good News has always traveled—on the heels of escalating trouble comes the promise of impending deliverance. Thus courage is the way we who follow must take. “For he who called you is faithful, and he will do it” (1 Thessalonians 5:24).

Aug
29
August 29, 2019

You can relax. This blog isn’t about stamping out fire and bees. We actually need both. But in the last seven days, we’ve experienced the fire, the bee, and the stamp.

  • The tragic apartment fire Saturday night is more than a news headline now. Forty some people were displaced by the flames that rapidly spread through the attic space of those units. One of our Andrews grad students quickly assessed the threat and raced door to door to evacuate the residents. The good news is no life was lost, no one was injured. But the human needs are now significant for those displaced. Thank you for the offers of housing. It looks like the relocation process is going well. But having lost their earthly possessions, our fire victims (many of them students and workers at the university) need replacement items. If you would like to donate to their needs, please mark your donation “Fire Victims” on a tithe envelope and turn it in this Sabbath. Naturally, you can also go to Red Cross and Andrews University web sites to donate there. Thank you for caring.
     
  • Regarding the bees, Sunday found our church site a hive of “busy bees,” as volunteers kept showing up at our beautification Work Bee. What a turnout! And what a transformation! Take a walk around the church—if you can find a single weed, please let us know—and we’ll pull it! Then take a walk to our bathrooms inside—volunteer crews have left them spic and span. So a very big THANK YOU to all of you who made this work bee a success. It is God’s House, and I’m certain he smiles down upon us as we seek to glorify him by beautifying his House of Prayer for all people.
     
  • And the stamp? Our Renovate: Heart & House team is rejoicing over the state electrical inspector’s stamp of approval on the huge electrical project this renovation has turned out to be. Wires of every color and size in conduits across the roof, up the walls, and under the floors—thank God for skilled minds keeping track of every fiber. A few hours after his approval, our local Fire Marshal Bruce Stover and Don Damron (assistant fire marshal) revisited our sanctuary, along with the local Americans with Disabilities Act compliance inspector. Praise God they, too, gave their stamp of approval for full-time occupancy of this sacred space. So the university on Thursday will be the first post-approval gathering under the roof. And, of course, we’ll be right behind them gathering for two festive worship celebrations this opening Sabbath of the new school year.

I’m excited about this first-ever “Bring a Friend to Church” Sabbath (August 31). Karen and I went to visit our neighbors last evening—and two families indicated they will join us this Sabbath. A third is thinking about it. And three others weren’t home, so we’ll catch today or tomorrow. Trust me—it’s a simple but thoughtful gesture you can make to those who live around you—all you need to do is hand them the invitation card (we have plenty extras here at the church for you to pick up) with that winsome smile of yours and say “I hope you can join us—we’re pretty excited about our newly renovated sanctuary.” And then pray. It’s the Holy Spirit’s mission to do the impressing—he just needs us to do the inviting. So thank for sharing what you and I are blessed to have—the very good news of Christ Jesus our Lord.

May I add a personal word of thanksgiving for your sacrificial gifts to our Renovate project. I am amazed at how God has moved your heart to be so unselfishly generous with him and his House. The monies continue to flow into the church treasury, and no sooner do they arrive than JoAnn Siagian, our church treasurer writes another check to one of a score of companies and crews we’ve hired to turn our collective dream into reality. There is still more renovation to go—our Grand Opening will be Sabbath, October 26—and so there are still more checks to write. May God bless you to the max as you join our brigade of “cheerful givers.” Truly the best is yet to come—with Jesus.

Aug
21
August 21, 2019

The national press—perhaps looking for one last “lazy hazy” summer vacation headline—has seized on the “Greenland for Sale” story. Turns out American presidents have given serious thought to purchasing the “largest island in the world.” In 1946 President Truman quietly explored procuring that icy kingdom from Denmark and actually offered $100 million for it. Its strategic location between this country and the Soviet Union in the Cold War made it a tempting piece of real estate. 

Moreover, while the populace of this Danish outpost is only a little over 56,000 and the frigid landscape forbidding, the reality is “Greenland is part of the Arctic and it's estimated that 13% of the world's undiscovered oil reserves and 30% of its undiscovered gas lies under the Arctic. . . . There is also believed to be vast mineral resources underground in Greenland, with mining opportunities for coal, zinc, copper and iron ore—among others” (https://www.bbc.com/news/newsbeat-49422832).

So when President Trump a few days ago floated the idea of purchasing Greenland from Denmark, turns out he not only had precedent, he was serious. But the subsequent brouhaha by Danish politicians and press apparently has pushed this story off the radar screen, at least for now.

Wouldn’t it be something if somehow the inhabitants of this planet could make a purchase offer for Heaven! While it’s true, the Owner of that real estate has breathed not even a hint his Kingdom is for sale, nevertheless, the novelty of such a massive procurement is strangely enticing.

It certainly was enticing, once upon a long-ago time when a rebel prince in the Kingdom instigated an open revolt against the Owner of Heaven. Skipping the ensuing details of the rebel’s maniacal fury and frenzy, here we all are—inhabitants of the rebel’s small world he now trashes with havoc and carnage as if there were no tomorrow.

And yet—believe it or not—it turns out the Owner of Heaven (aka the Creator of the universe) undertook the single greatest risk ever attempted by (1) being birthed into the fallen race, (2) going hand to hand in mortal conflict with the dark prince, and (3) eventually offering up his life and throne to purchase back his hostage children “which he bought with his own blood” (Acts 20:18). The magnitude of that sacrificial purchase will be the lore of song and story for eternity.
“Both the redeemed [purchased back] and the unfallen beings will find in the cross of Christ their science and their song. It will be seen that the glory shining in the face of Jesus is the glory of self-sacrificing love. In the light from Calvary it will be seen that the law of self-renouncing love is the law of life for earth and heaven” (Desire of Ages 19).

Is Heaven for sale? No. But you and I were. And the greatest headline of all is that we’ve been bought back forever—for sale no longer.

Aug
14
August 14, 2019

Last Thursday a mysterious nuclear explosion at a northern Russian military offshore base sent the world into jitters. In the intervening days, the Russian government has slowly broken its silence by disclosing hints as to what transpired. 

“A radiation increase four to 16 times above normal background levels occurred in the nearby town of Severodvinsk after the incident, according to news agency TASS” (www.usatoday.com/story/news/2019/08/13/chris-cuomo-russia-and-chipotle-bowl-chemicals-its-tuesdays-news/1996819001/). 

Furthermore “the Thursday blast on the coast of the White Sea in Nyonska killed five scientists with Russia’s nuclear agency, which later confirmed they were testing new weapons. More victims were hospitalized” (nypost.com/2019/08/14/russia-says-radiation-levels-spiked-in-area-around-weapons-test-explosion/). 

“Asked to comment on the conflicting reports and concerns about the consequences for the local population, [Kremlin spokesman Dmitry] Peskov said: ‘I have nothing to add beyond what I stated. ... I can just assure you that in such a situation all the competent agencies do everything to assure the safety of the citizens of the Russian Federation is fully provided’” (www.cnn.com/2019/08/13/europe/russia-missile-technology-kremlin-intl/index.html).

Beyond the nuclear geo-political realities this headline represents, are there any lessons to draw from the story for ordinary people like you and me? How about these three?

Lesson 1—stuff happens fast. It’s the story of our lives in this nanosecond world, isn’t it? For the five hapless scientists going about their daily professional duties, one explosive second tragically snuffed out their lives, their bright minds. And spouses, children, and families are left devastated. Stuff happens fast anymore. No wonder the Bible warns its readers about the impending Day of the Lord: “For you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. While people are saying, 'Peace and safety,' destruction will come on them suddenly, as labor pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape” (1 Thessalonians 5:2-3). Life happens . . . stuff happens . . . even the end happens fast! Be vigilant, stay awake.

Lesson 2—openness is the best policy. There isn’t a government around that enjoys disclosing bad news to its citizens and the world. But the piecemeal release of information only raises the level of distrust, as we all have learned. Want to cultivate trust with people? Then be open, be honest. “Everything that Christians do should be as transparent as the sunlight” (Thoughts from the Mount of Blessings 68). “Transparent as the sunlight”—that is sage counsel for us all—governments, institutions, and churches included.

Lesson 3—it’s good to be radioactive. The nuclear threat, of course, is not only instantaneous devastation but also long-term radioactive contamination. But in the spiritual realm that's actually very good news. Because radioactive contagion was the secret to the New Testament faith community, was it not? A band of eleven disciples becomes an upper room of 120 (Acts 1:15), and to them are subsequently added 3000 believers (Acts 2:41) and then 5000 (Acts 4:4) and then “myriads” (Acts 21:20, GK muriades “tens of thousands”). Their secret? At their daily request, the resurrected Christ so infused their lives that when they daily moved through their world, they were actually “radioactive” (or contagious) with Jesus' self-sacrificing love. 

Truth is people respond to a caring, loving individual. Didn’t Jesus promise that radioactive “contamination”—“Let your let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven” (Matthew 5:16)? “By this all will know you are my disciples, if you have love for one another” (John 13:35). Radioactive with the very force the world is desperate for—unselfish love.

So in a few days why not join with the others in our “Bring a Friend to Church Day” August 31? No lengthy Bible studies to give in advance, no having to offer something distasteful—instead simply your friendly, “We’re moving back into our newly renovated church, and I’d like to invite you to join us August 31. Our pastor’s sharing a new series, 'Roommates, Bad Dates and Soul Mates’—it's about how to grow a lasting relationship with people. Here’s a printed invitation. Love to have you come!” Grab a handful of invitations at worship this Sabbath, and with your smile pass them on to neighbors, colleagues, and friends.

Radioactive for Jesus—and why not! Stuff happens fast. And who can say how long your opportunity will last. So I say, Let’s do it now.​

Aug
7
August 7, 2019

I read a piece the other day that was so good (IMHO) I’m sharing it with you. Kim Johnson wrote a short article for spectrummagazine.org challenging one of the most uncomfortable subjects for people in my community of faith. Let me quote a few lines and summarize his conclusions—in hopes you might be in agreement.

“The words 'evangelism'and ‘witnessing’ have become so terribly distorted that they need to be discarded. They engender so much anxiety, fear, and guilt that they are no longer useful. They too often conjure up images of sweaty hands knocking on strangers’ doors asking if they want Bibles studies. They are too often equated with impassioned evangelists preaching through the 28 Fundamental Beliefs. What should be an expansive topic has become terribly imbalanced, narrowed, and constricted.”

He is quick to point out, “I am certainly not saying we should no longer engage in outreach. Far from it!” It’s these two words that trip us. “You can come up with your own replacement terms for ‘evangelism’ and ‘witnessing.’ I kind of like ‘Christlike love.’ Whatever term you choose, it needs to convey a sense of joy, fulfillment, and adventure.”

He then plunges into describing a fresh paradigm for sharing your faith. Imagine a straight line (go to his article for a helpful graphic), from zero to 100. He calls it a “Spiritual Interest Line”—i.e., a progression to show how “the Holy Spirit moves people forward through our deeds of love and kindness.” So, zero represents no spiritual interest in that person’s mind. You try to engage that individual in a spiritual conversation, there is no response—they’re not there yet. But further up the line (say at 20) a Christian caring for them when they are sick begins to awaken perhaps a slight openness to spiritual realities. Further up the line (say at 40) you invite that individual to go with you to a ballgame and that act of friendliness perhaps opens the spiritual interest door even wider. Then at the 60 marker you offer to pray for them—nothing heroic, but they are receptive to your gesture, and the spiritual interest door opens wider. 

Here’s where it gets interesting. It is when the individual is at the 95 marker on that spiritual interest line that there is an openness in the mind/heart of that person for spiritual conversation and/or exploration. “From 0 to 94, spiritual interest may be growing within their heart, but they do not yet feel any conscious need for God. At 95, they sense an inner longing for something more in life and are looking for spiritual direction and guidance.” And the 100 marker on this interest line represents the individual accepting Christ as their personal Savior.

Now Kim Johnson zeroes in on a handful of lessons we can draw from this spiritual interest line. 

Lesson #1—“I cannot create spiritual interest any more than I can create life. Both are completely up to the Holy Spirit. The only thing I can do is discover what the Spirit is already doing in someone’s life.” How easy for us to mistakenly conclude it is our responsibility before God to engender interest in spiritual things in our neighbors, colleagues or friends. Nope, says Kim Johnson. That’s the Holy Spirit’s mission—who may be on a very different time line than we are.

Thus Lesson #2—“It is the Holy Spirit who moves people forward along that line. He does that through the love and kindness shown by His followers to those within their sphere of influence. Our deeds of love do not create interest, they are the raw material the Spirit uses, just like a potter uses the clay to create beautiful art.” This is starting to make sense!

Lesson #3—“I don’t have to be the entire process. The Spiritual Interest Line is like a chain with many links. When someone accepts Christ, it may seem to be the work of a moment, but, in fact, it is the result of a long 'chain of circumstances ‘ that brought them to that point.” Then he uses this helpful illustration: “You might visualize a pitcher being filled with water, drop by drop. There will eventually come one drop that causes the water inside to spill out the spout. Suppose we equate the moment it spills over to a person whose spiritual interest hits 95 and they become conscious of a need for God. That is usually the moment we highlight in our Union Papers. But let me ask you, which drop of water was the most important? Of course they were all important and should all be equally valued. Every link in the Spiritual Interest Line is just as important as any other. Even if no one in leadership notices, God does.” To which I say, Amen!

Lesson #4—“I should relate to people according to where they are on the Spiritual Interest Line. It is not helpful to relate to someone who is at 33 as if they are at 97. Likewise, it is just as inappropriate to relate to someone who is at 97 as if they are at 33.” But notice how he develops this lesson: “I have often heard people debate whether it is enough to simply live a godly life, or do we have to actually talk to people about God? The answer is not either/or. We simply have to do what is appropriate for where people are at the time. Prior to 95, people will usually have little interest in ‘Bible talk,’ so loving deeds are our most effective response. From 95 onward, a person is eager to learn from scripture and does not need to be manipulated or convinced.” Think about that!

Let’s face it—we aren’t all alike. So here’s one more of Kim’s lessons: “Different personalities and Spiritual Gifts can relate more easily to different parts of the Spiritual Interest Line. For instance, some introverts may feel more comfortable helping others by doing things behind the scenes whereas an extrovert might prefer more direct, personal, one-on-one engagement. A person with the Spiritual Gift of 'Helps' will be great at doing specific tasks for those at 1 to 94 whereas someone with the gift of ‘Teaching' or ‘Evangelism' may want to specialize in working with those at 95 to 100. God wants each of us to reach out through who He has made us to be. No guilt. No fear.” (See www.spectrummagazine.org/views/2019/lets-delete-words-evangelism-and-witnessing-our-vocabulary for the full article.)

Wow—this makes sense, doesn’t it? 

It certainly fits with our new “Bring a Friend to Church” strategy! (Be sure to read Pastor Rodlie’s piece in this eLetter all about the unique Pioneer event coming Sabbath, August 31, in our renovated sanctuary.) It isn’t about finding people 95 and up on the spiritual interest line. Rather “Bring a Friend to Church” is about inviting people you’ve become friendly with over the weeks and months past—people in the neighborhood, in the dormitory, in the work place—who may not be open to Jesus but who are open to you.

You can use an invitation as simple as this: “Hey, we’re pretty excited about the summer-long renovation of our Pioneer church. We’re celebrating the new season with a new series of presentations our pastor’s having—all about growing the most important relationships in our lives. It’s called, 'Roommates, Bad Dates and Soul Mates.’ Here’s a card that describes it. I’d love to have you come. In fact, I’d be glad to pick you up Saturday morning, August 31.” That’s it.

Make the invite. And let the Holy Spirit do the impressing. It really is that simple.

So read Pastor Rodlie’s piece, pray for the Spirit to open the way for you to invite three of your friends or neighbors, and a week or so before August 31, make the invite. After all, the Bible ends with an invitation: “The Spirit and the bride say, ‘Come!' And let the one who hears say, ‘Come!' Let the one who is thirsty come; and let the one who wishes take the free gift of the water of life” (Revelation 22:17). Let’s join God in His friendly “Come” all over this community!

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June 26, 2019

Once upon a time, there was a man of prayer very agitated about events in Iran. Technically it wasn’t Iran—but it may as well have been—given the headlines we’re living with these days. Two recent oil tanker sabotages and the subsequent Iranian missile take-down of an unmanned U.S. military drone somewhere over the Strait of Hormuz in the Gulf region—along with the saber-rattling in Tehran and Washington—have once again stirred up talk of an all-out Middle East conflagration. And the fact that “nearly a third of all seaborne-traded oil and almost 20% of all crude produced globally” passes through that 21-mile wide water corridor only stokes war concerns (www.marketwatch.com/story/strait-of-hormuz-in-spotlight-after-oil-tanker...).

But then Iran—or should we say the land of the ancient Persian empire—has always been notorious for its military prowess and power. Which was precisely why the man of prayer in that long ago story undertook that twenty-one day modified fast. But what’s intriguing today is to analyze the global events while Daniel was praying.

“In the third year of Cyrus king of Persia [modern Iran], a revelation was given to Daniel. . . Its message was true and concerned a great war” (Daniel 10:1).

Some worries never change. And the idea of a “great war” exploding out of that volatile region has precipitated prayers throughout the millennia, including Daniel’s three-week prayer vigil.

At the end of the three weeks (scholars calculate that it was on a Sabbath day), while Daniel is in prayer he is granted a theophany of the pre-incarnate Christ—“a man dressed in linen . . . his face like lightning, his eyes like flaming torches . . . and his voice like the sound of a multitude” (vv 5-6). Daniel’s instant reaction—“I had no strength, my face turned deathly pale . . . and as I listened to him, I fell into a deep sleep, my face to the ground” (vv 8-9).

But when he feels a hand on his shoulder, Daniel awakens. And now it is the angel Gabriel who addresses him. “‘Do not be afraid, Daniel. Since the first day that you set your mind to gain understanding and to humble yourself before your God, your words were heard, and I have come in response to them.’” But notice what has delayed Gabriel. “‘But the prince of the Persian kingdom resisted me twenty-one days. Then Michael, one of the chief princes [Jacques Doukhan translation, “the chief prince” or “Prince of princes” (see 8:25)], came to help me, because I was detained there with the king of Persia. Now I have come to explain to you what will happen to your people in the future’” (vv 12-14).

Who is this dark prince of Persia who resists Gabriel and even the pre-incarnate Christ? None other than our age-old nemesis, the Apocalypse’s dragon, “that old serpent called the Devil and Satan, who deceives the whole world” (Revelation 12:9).

Which makes you wonder—could it be the very same personages of power are still battling for control or loyalty across this planet in the midst of all our headlines? Not just in the Middle East, of course, but in every city and village and hamlet on earth?

“As a people we do not understand as we should the great conflict going on between invisible agencies, the controversy between loyal and disloyal angels. Evil angels are constantly at work, planning their line of attack, controlling as commanders, kings, and rulers, the disloyal human forces. . . . We must pray as did Daniel, that we may be guarded by heavenly intelligences. . . . Pray, my [friends], pray as you have never prayed before. We are not prepared for the Lord’s coming. We need to make thorough work for eternity” (4BC 1173).

If that was true for the time of Daniel . . . if it was true for the time of Ellen White . . . then in the face of this even greater, more intense endgame war today, shouldn’t we, too, be clearing the decks spiritually to call on God to intervene like never before?