I Can’t See It, But I Want To

One of those passages that has always been kind of quietly convicting is the account of Jesus as He looked out over the city of Jerusalem with tears in His eyes. In fact, it tells us that, as He saw the city He wept.

Jesus wept over this city that was obviously so dear to His heart. He wept for their lostness, their lack of understanding of the things happening right there among them. He wept that they were so close to Truth but were blinded by their tradition.

The people of that city in just a few short days would be crying out for Jesus to be crucified. But Jesus was heartbroken because He, the Prince of peace was here in their presence and they would simply not see Him for who He was.

I don’t understand how He could love them so desperately knowing that they would mock him so relentlessly. I don’t know how He could weep for those who would so soon cry for His execution. I don’t know how He could love them so much.

But then, how could He love me like He does?

I don’t understand that love, but I want it. I can’t see it, but I want to.

I want to see the world the way Jesus did…and does.

Like Brandon Heath so powerfully put it, “Lord, give me Your eyes..”

Brandon Heath, “Give Me Your Eyes”

Would you join Brandon and me in that prayer?

I Don’t Belong Here

Tori and I are in Honduras!

I’m fascinated.

And I’m petrified.

My work is very much centered around communication. I’m a speaker. I’m a writer. I’m a vessel of information to the people I serve – sometimes sharing insights they may not have had, more often reminding them of truths they already know. My work is, at it’s core, to speak to God on behalf of men and then (and only then) speak to men on behalf of God.

Last evening I was locked up at the suggestion of going to buy a bottle of water and a can of Pringles. I am utterly comfortable communicating with just about anyone in English. I feel isolated and very dependent upon my son and daughter-in-law and my wife (who has MUCHO MAS Spanish skills than I) to even make a simple purchase.

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An Offer You Can’t Refuse . . . to Make

It’s September again.  It is, by many (primarily of the male variety), considered the most wonderful time of the year.

It is football season.  (For those of you who celebrate such things like I do, you may enjoy this – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp23AduMEPw )

Regardless of your particular tastes in sports and entertainment, the season of stadiums and marching bands and gridiron gladiators is here and, for the next few months, the hearts of many will be inseparably linked to the success of their favorite team.

I am particularly aware of this as I have been preparing the concession stand for our high school (on my second tour of duty as Band Booster president).  In a few hours we’ll raise the windows on the concession stand and start warming up the nacho cheese and popping the popcorn.  Popcorn – that salty, crunchy snack that gets stuck in your teeth and is really good when fresh but really bad when left sitting for a day or two.  At the end of the night we often take the popcorn that is left and go out into the stands and just give it away.  It’s not a big deal if nobody wants it – a few pennies really.  But I will go and ask anybody I meet if they would like some popcorn.

I offer it freely.  I’m not afraid that I will make someone mad because they don’t believe in popcorn.  I’m not concerned with whether or not they like popcorn.  I just offer it.  I don’t threaten them that, if they don’t eat the popcorn, they will be very hungry by breakfast.  I don’t rave on and on about how much better their life would be if they would just eat this popcorn.  I just offer.

It’s just popcorn.  It doesn’t matter.  It’s not of any lasting significance.  But I offer it freely without hesitation to anyone I meet.

This weekend, this first weekend of football season, we are continuing our series called “Let it Rain.”  We’re going to be talking about our need to sow the seed of the gospel.

What does that have to do with football and popcorn?

Well, to tell the truth, I have to confess that, while I do not hesitate to offer to anyone I meet a bag of leftover popcorn at the end of a ballgame, I find myself woefully shy when it comes to offering the most important gift they could ever possibly receive.  Whether or not you believe the gospel of Jesus Christ, surely you would agree with me that, if I really do believe in the gospel message, it would be absolutely unthinkable to refrain from offering it to everyone in the world.

I believe that Jesus died to pay the death penalty for my selfishness and yours.  I believe that, if anyone will embrace that truth – by faith – like a drowning man takes hold of a lifeguard, they will live forever with God in heaven.  I believe that, if anyone rejects that truth, they will spend forever separated from God in hell.

I believe this is the only hope for a lost and dying world.  How can I offer so freely a bag of popcorn and be afraid to offer the hope of eternal life?

Isn’t it an offer I can’t refuse to make?