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Jump Start # 2542

Jump Start # 2542

Luke 15:20 “So he got up and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion for him, and ran and embraced him and kissed him.”

Our verse today comes from the wonderful story we know as The Prodigal Son. This story hits home and it ought to. It’s our story. It’s a story that is played out in most congregations and in many homes every year. Rebellious and arrogant that young prodigal left home with wild ideas dancing in his head. He needed the inheritance to fulfill his dreams. He demanded and it was given to him. Reckless, irresponsible and foolish, he lost all the inheritance. Hopeless and helpless, he fell so far that he was wanting to eat what dirty pigs were eating.

He came to his senses. He remembered. His father was good. His father was generous. His father may let him back if he were to be a servant. The demanding changed to begging. The hopelessness found hope. It was back home. What a mistake he had made. What a fool he had been. Broken and defeated, he went home.

And, from that, I want us to see a few lessons:

First, he got rid of his pride. As long as someone is thinking more of themselves than of God, they will stay out. Too embarrassed to return. Too afraid of what people may say. “I’m not going forward,” I’ve heard sinful people proclaim. The father didn’t run to the pig pen. The prodigal got up and CAME to his father. Many are too embarrassed to be baptized before others. Have they forgotten what the Lord did for them. His death wasn’t in a secret room. It was on a hilltop where all could see. He was beaten and nearly naked. Everyone could see. Maybe we need a bit more of “denying ourselves” and get over worrying about what others might say and do the right thing.

Second, he came home, but he came home differently. That’s the key. That’s the repentance. That’s the change. It isn’t a matter of simply coming home. Coming home the same doesn’t do anyone any good. One might as well stay out with the pigs if he isn’t changed. That demanding, self-centered prodigal was a different person. That’s missing in some today. Some will mumble some weak apology about possibly doing a little wrong but there’s no change in their hearts. There is no brokenness. There is no shame. There are no tears. A couple of weeks later, that person is right back at his old ways again. Repentance is more than saying “I’m sorry.” Some are sorry that they got caught. Some are sorry that things ruined their health or finances. But the sorrow ought to be directed towards Heaven. You broke God’s heart. You shamed the Lord who died for you. You trashed God’s holy commands. You blasphemed the name of God.

The prodigal declared, “I am no longer worthy…” He realized that he had shot his son-ship in the family. He deserved to be disowned and kicked out. He understood that. He realized that. He wasn’t walking home with a smile on his face. This wasn’t funny. I would love to hear a person admit before a congregation, “I am no longer worthy to be a member.” But that doesn’t happen. You have to take me back, is what they think. I demand that you take me back. You can’t keep me from being a member. Not too much brokenness in those words.

Third, once a person is changed, they show it. We are not given a picture of what the next day looked like, but you can just expect things were different. He was different. Different attitude. Different way of looking at the work that had to be done. Different work ethic. Different words towards his father. So, here comes a person walking down the isle of a church building on a Sunday morning. They tell the preacher that they haven’t been coming much and they want prayers. The good folks pray. They surround that person with hugs and love. Yet, that night, at the evening service, that person isn’t there. Next week, they aren’t there. Where’s the change? What’s different? Was it simply to put some distance from coming discipline? Was it just something someone told them to do and they had no idea why?

When a person repents, there ought to be some changes. When John was preaching repentance, the crowds wanted to know what to do. They asked, “Then what shall we do?” John said, if you have two tunics, share with one who has none. The tax collectors were told to collect no more than what was ordered. The soldiers were told to stop taking money from others and not to falsely accuse others. Changes. Changes that would stick. Changes that would be evident.

Fourth, an atmosphere welcoming one home needs to be created. Had the father acted like the older son, the prodigal would have never returned. He came because the father had an atmosphere of love and acceptance. Being a servant at home was much better than being free on the road. Love, grace and forgiveness needs to fill the air. None of us are perfect. Finger pointing, whispering, judgmental attitudes often prevent some from coming home. Having to answer a thousand questions. Having to be treated like a second rate citizen. Having people say, “I’m keeping an eye on you,” only kills the desire to come home.

I wonder how many want to come home, but they are afraid. They don’t sense what the prodigal did towards his father. They know that they have done is wrong, but now they fear being treated as if they had spiritual leprosy. So, they stay away. It’s not God, it’s His people that they fear. That should never be. The spirit of the elder brother is alive in far too many places these days. That spirit is no better than the spirit of rebellion that took the prodigal away. Both boys were lost. One was lost in a far country and the other was lost at home. One realized he was lost. The other never got it.

Coming home different…that’s the key.

Roger

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Jump Start # 2541

Jump Start # 2541

Hosea 4:6 “My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge. Because you have rejected knowledge, I also will reject you from being My priest. Since you have forgotten the law of your God, I also will forget your children.”

A reminder, on Mondays our podcast, Heaven Bound, features me reading a Jump Start from the past. We call that segment, “Jump Start Rewind.” You can find our podcast just about anywhere, including our website.

I want to tell you a story. It’s a sad story. It’s about a man who died. His death was preventable, but still, he died. The story takes place long ago in the middle ages in Europe. It was a dark time when peasants worked and lived in very unsanitary conditions. Diseases would often wipe out entire villages. Wars were frequent. Life expectancy was very short. A man reaching his 40’s was considered old. Many women died in childbirth and many infants never saw their first birthday. Villages were run by controlling families of royalty. The common man gave his life to make the local nobles powerful and rich. For most, this was a long and very dark period.

But in one village, a nobleman had a good and decent heart. He favored the common man and looked after them. He opened up his palace and allowed the citizens to come and dine on some of the best foods available. The nobleman worked on cleaning up the water system and improving the health of his citizens. And, something remarkable happened in this one village. People were living happier and longer. Life expectancy soared into the 60’s and even 70’s. The citizens loved this noble and he loved them. It was a wonderful relationship.

And, this is where our story is found. One man in that village didn’t do well. It is the man who died when he didn’t have to. Each day this man, along with others would come from the fields and the village to the palace. They were would sit in a giant banquet hall. All kinds of food was brought before them. They were allowed to each as much as they wanted. And, the food was free. It was always free. The nobleman made sure that his citizens were well taken care of. This one man came each time the banquet doors opened. He sat along with other villagers at long, wooden tables. Before them were roasted chicken, beef, all kinds of fruits, breads and vegetables. It was a feast. It was a feast that these common villagers could never afford. The citizens would fill their plates, and eat until they were full. That is, except for this one man. He would just sit there. All around him people were eating and eating. As days passed by, and people got accustomed to the daily feasts, they would share stories, laugh and enjoy each other’s company. The complexion of their faces changed. You could see life in the eyes of the citizens. That is, except for this one man. He came. He sat among them. But he never would eat. Those around him noticed. They would tell him to eat. He just sat there. Some would even put food on his plate. But he never ate. At the end of the meal, he would shuffle out with the rest of the banqueters. The next day, he would return. Everyone around him was getting healthier and happier. But for the man in our story, he was getting weaker and weaker. His face looked dark and sunken. What he needed was food. It was right in front of him, but he would not eat.

One evening, at the daily banquet, the man fell off his bench. People gathered around him. He was carried to the doctors. He died that evening. The doctors said he died of starvation. So incredible was this. Food was in front of him, but he never would eat. His family became angry. They blamed the nobleman. They started to tell some false rumors. They blamed the other citizens. So upset were they, that they left that village to never return again. They blamed the man’s death on the village and the nobleman.

Such a sad story. This story, however, isn’t about a village in Europe in the middle ages. It’s about church and today. The villagers are us. The nobleman is the Lord. The banquet and feast is the word of God and all the available tools that a congregation offers. Sermons. Daily Bible reading programs. In our congregation, Jump Starts, daily quick quotes, Friday Fives, Bible classes, special classes in the daytime and in the evening. So many wonderful, wonderful ways to grow, be strong and to feast. What a wonderful time!

And, yet, there are some who sit at the table and refuse to eat. All around people are encouraging them. All around we see people feasting and getting stronger and closer to the Lord. And, there are those few who sit at the table, with food before them, and they are starving. Some will die spiritually. They don’t have to, but that’s the outcome, when they don’t feast upon all the opportunities to be strong in the Lord. Brethren encourage them to come, engage and participate. Shepherds provide so many wonderful, wonderful ways to grow and become powerful. But for the few who simply sit at the table and refuse to eat, spiritual disease will overtake them. Temptation will defeat them. They will die. Their families will get mad. They will blame the church. They will blame the elders and the preachers. Yet, there he sat, right before a table of spiritual food and he never lifted a fork. He never opened his mouth. He died from spiritual starvation.

I write this knowing that I could be names to this story. I know of some right now who are starving to death spiritually, even though they sit at a banquet table full of food. It doesn’t have to be this way. Why won’t some simply pick up the food that will keep them alive? Across the oceans, others see what this congregation is doing. They long to sit at a table like this congregation offers. They thank, praise and appreciate what they see. Yet, there sits one, at the table, and he refuses to do the very things that will help him.

Our verse today is much like this story. In the passage, a group is destroyed for a lack of knowledge. It wasn’t that knowledge was hidden, or, locked away and they never knew. God sent prophets. Every day God sent prophets. These people walked through life with their hands over their ears. They didn’t know because they didn’t want to know. Like our story, the man starved to death because he never ate. He could have. He just didn’t.

Week in and week out, God’s preachers are pouring their hearts out to teach, lead, show and help us get to Heaven. They work incredibly long hours. They pour all that they have into everything that they do. They provide for us a rich banquet to feast upon. Wonderful nourishment from Heaven. They teach us. They warn us. They help us. And, yet, here some of us sit at such a table, starving. It’s not a lack of food, it is simply not picking up a fork and eating.

I wonder how many rich and wonderful opportunities are wasted every week by those who show up but they don’t even know if they believe or not. They sit at a banquet table and just stare off into space. They shuffle out, just like they shuffled in. Unchanged. Unmoved. Unmotivated. And, heading to a spiritual death and they don’t even realize it.

How sad! Maybe you can pass this on to someone to help them.

Roger