Skip to main content

Blessed to be Lukewarm

Today, Nov 6th, is considered the International Day of Prayer for the persecuted church. We spent some time praying for our brothers and sisters this morning; my prayer was for peace and comfort and endurance as they run the race. While praying I was reminded that we in America are blessed to not have the same daily persecutions.

Or are we?

Christian believers in Asia are forced to make a decision whether they are in or out. If they are in then they are laying a lot on the line. If they are out then they are safe.

We in America don't have to make that same polarizing decision. We can attend church every once in a while, half-heartedly sing some songs that make us feel kinda good, and drive a car with a Jesus bumper sticker while weaving through traffic. We are blessed to be allowed to be lukewarm Christians. 

Revelation 3:16 "So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth." It raises the question: who is more blessed? Are Christians who are forced to take a stand for Christ better off (for an eternity) than Christians who have the option of just calling themselves Christians without living it out.

Given the choice between voting for someone who will protect my religious freedom or someone who will make things more difficult to be religious I really don't have a problem either way. Religious freedom is a blessing this great country allows us but comes with its own eternal risks. Persecution is the road Jesus calls us to (John 15:18, Matt 5:10, 1 John 3:13, John 15:19). While I am not eager to usher in religious constraints to America, I also can't help but wonder if it would weed out some "Christians" who really need to decide which side of Rev. 3:16 they are on.

It's a hard truth.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Casting A Conscientious Vote

Here's the thing America: you nominated two terrible representatives for public office--one "Republican" and one Democrat. Both of their campaign managers have decided that the strongest approach to get elected is to basically claim " at least I'm not them ." Both parties have released ad campaigns to bash the other candidate and both, I might argue, do so quite effectively. Now that I have successfully been persuaded that I should vote for neither candidate (thanks to the other candidate), I am left wondering who there is left to vote for. Certainly there is some candidate who is both qualified as a politician and as a person of reasonable morals?? Enter the 3rd party system. America was founded against a national party system (you can read about that here  for an enlightening time). And yet it is this national party system that has allowed a Democratic convert like Donald Trump to represent the Republican party. Trump knew that the only way to have a ...

Less

WLC Day 3 Before you can add anything to your life you first need to subtract. In this particular case, if I want to add something like a workout to my day, I have to subtract a) play time/free time or, b) sleep. Before I can add any additional activity, group, or discipline to my life, I first need to take away an existing one. This is gonna stink. I know I need to identify what those things are that need pruning, but I just don't want to do it.

Cincinnati Reads

 It's taken a whole week to be able to talk about it, but I think it's finally time to mention that the playoffs don't matter any more. Who cares whether which big market team wins the world series?? San Fransisco knocked off the Reds, so I can't root for them, the Cardinals I can never root for, the Yankees no one cares to root for, and that leaves the Tigers (whom I love dearly, but don't follow very closely...like a second cousin or something). We took Isaiah to clinch game #2 (a.k.a. Wednesday night's loss) and then my dad and I received tickets to go to Thursday's clinch game #3 (a.k.a. The End of the Season). We had great seats for game #3--so close that I could yell at the guys in SF's bullpen and I knew they could hear me. I got into their heads, saying things like, "Hey! Which of you is going to be the first to cry when a Redleg hits a game winning homerun off of you?" (those are biting words). Then I decided to shout at SF's rig...