by A.A. Neale
Some Internet services provide by email or online a Verse of the Day or Daily Verse or whatever they style it. I confess to both liking and despising them, simultaneously.
These little snippets of verse appear all too like the scripture boxes the Pharisees wore on the foreheads, but apparently never read, by virtue of being close to the eyes but out of range of vision.
Good luck charms they were, blessings in a box guaranteed by a literal — and altogether easier — obedience than by installing that same passage of Bible in the heart and living it out daily.
Worse, the clips of Bible verses show us the quick-fix society we are. Gobble down the morning caffeine and a breakfast bar while you drive to work. Zip through an email with a gaggle of words torn from a context or read them on an RSS reader or off a webpage. Check off Bible reading for the day. Easy, wasn’t it?
We’re certainly not ready for Nehemiah’s plan, put into action through hair-pulling and nighttime reconnaissance:
“Now on the twenty-fourth day of this month the children of Israel were assembled with fasting, in sackcloth, and with dust on their heads. Then those of Israelite lineage separated themselves from all foreigners; and they stood and confessed their sins and the iniquities of their fathers. And they stood up in their place and read from the Book of the Law of the LORD their God for one-fourth of the day; and for another fourth they confessed and worshiped the LORD their God” (Nehemiah 9:1-3 NKJV).
A fourth of a day is three hours. Add to that another fourth of a day, and you have a six-hour church service. A three-hour Bible reading. Standing up. The other three hours was spent confessing sin, and I doubt we today know enough about sin to fill up a five-minute Starbucks break.
We won’t even mention the fasting, sackcloth, head-dusting, and foreigner-separating that went on BEFORE the Bible reading.
No, we’re doing 10-second whiz-bang Bible readings on the Verse of the Day. We can imagine the impact they’re making.
But they are nifty, aren’t they?
by A.A. Neale
by A.A. Neale
Pretty much the same faces greet me each week. The same preacher gets behind the same pulpit every Sunday. The same Bible school teachers take their turns in front of the class.
Sure, there’s turnover. Some folk move on, others die. People from the world are immersed and join our ranks. Once in a while someone falls to the clutches of the dark side.
And there is a variety of subjects to study. The preacher does well in providing a balanced diet of sermons. Even the prayers, where in some locations are stale and rote, in our congregation, show forethought and preparation.
But for all the variation, there is still that … sameness.
And it’s a good thing.
Like the sameness of going to visit your parents after having been gone from home. You feel comforted and comfortable, an easiness that knows how to act and what to expect, a routine easy to slip into but not monotonous or dull.
The church is like that. No unpleasant surprises, no drastic changes, no lurches to right or left. People among whom I can feel comforted and comfortable. I know the direction if not the words of brother John’s prayers. I know the gist if not the specific phrases of brother Mark’s teaching. And even though we vary the order of worship, I know how the prayers will be given an “Amen,” how the singing will sound, how the Lord’s supper will point us to the Cross.
Like the sameness of the eternal truth, like the “Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning” (James 1:17 NKJV).
In a world where every day reveals new and disturbing things, I need that sameness.
And, if I were a betting man, I’d bet a lot of other folk need it, too.
by A.A. Neale
The maudlin sentiment gets spoken and written here and there among my good brethren.
They ask, Where are the spiritual giants of yesterday? Who will replace people like Cline Paden, Reuel Lemmons, Johnny Ramsey, and Batsell Barrett Baxter?
The names of the giants, obviously, vary with the worrier and his acquaintances.
I suppose I miss as much as anybody many of the spiritual giants who are passing from the scene. And there have been plenty of them.
Many of those I would name you’d not recognize. They don’t appear in the brotherhood eye. I’m tempted to name a few, but that would defeat my purpose.
Now just because we don’t see the well-known giants on the horizon doesn’t mean they’re not there. Maybe we’ll recognize them as such in another 30 or 40 years.
But as much as I respect and give thanks for the marvelous lives of the men named above and for those I would add to the list, let’s remember that our Lord has his own list of spiritual giants.
We know the Lord looks on the heart. We know that only the all-knowing God sees the final results of a life. We know all that.
But we can often forget it.
The real spiritual giants may be people few of us know.
One of them might be you.
But let’s not mourn the passing of spiritual giants and fret over the failure of more appearing to fill the shoes of those passing from the scene.
God gives every single one of us the same opportunity of heroic service in this world, of a gigantic place in his kingdom.
Instead of wailing there are none, let’s hitch up our pants and be one.
“You have also given me the shield of Your salvation;
Your right hand has held me up,
Your gentleness has made me great”
(Psalm 18:35 NKJV).
With God’s power, the meek and humble can be a spiritual giant. There need be no shortage, ever, of their kind.
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