Serving Rascals, Clumsy Disciples, and Physically and Mentally Ill Believers with the Unconditional Love of Jesus Christ
“I say this because I know what I am planning for you,” says the Lord. “I have good plans for you, not plans to hurt you. I will give you hope and a good future. “
Jeremiah 29:11, NCV
“So that for all future time he could show the very great riches of his grace by being kind to us in Christ Jesus.”
Ephesians 2:7
The word “future” is defined as “all that time which is to come hereafter.” It seems that it can never be held by us in a literal sense. In trying to explain it, I have come up with this idea or concept of something that will exist or happen in time to come.
People who struggle with a mental illness often have a problem with the idea of having a personal meaning. I remember reading this somewhere, “Depression is the inability to construct a future.” I think that many have issues with trying to make life work. It seems that hopefulness has been brutally cut out of our hearts, and we think and believe that we’re lost and cursed.
It seems to me that this is one of my own problems. Closely related are the twin issues of cruel despondency and a terrible despair. When these two run rampant through my life it is sort of a “spiritual mugging.” I’ve just been totally ripped off. I’ve been completely drained of hope. I don’t anticipate life and grace, instead I have profound pain and incredible loss. I feel terribly alone in an ugly void. My depression is all I can see. A relationship with an eternal God seems highly unlikely.
The promises God gives us are made to energize and propel us into life and meaning. The Father completely understands me, and has purposefully given me “a future and a hope.” I once worked out a plan to kill myself a couple years ago. It involved duct-taping heavy weights to my ankles and jumping off the dock in the harbor. I had reached the point of complete despair. Everything was without hope. And all I will say is that God prevented me and then gave me hope.
At times, our future is sometimes woven with predominently dark threads. If we just look at the back side it makes no sense at all. But God works patiently and expertly, as a skilled Artisan. We have His word that what He does will be a wonder and a marvel. And we will see an intricate and beautful work.
“Father forgive me for despairing. I know You control everything, and especially all that concerns me. Give me hope for my future.”
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– Colossians 3:12, ESV
I used to always get dressed up for Sunday church, hey– our whole family dressed in their best. “Windsor knots” and jewelry, and we looked good. I was pastoring at this time, and we felt compelled to make a statement. We were examples, after all. (But we were also idiots.)
This now seems a little ‘kooky’ living in rural Alaska. During the spring breakup, we would wear big rubber boots as we navigated the mud, and then in the church foyer we would all change into our dress shoes before we entered into the sanctuary. I admit, I’m glad that we are no longer compelled to do this.
Not the physical dressing, nor our preening and posturing– but spiritually, getting dressed. Paul urges us to put on our spiritual man clothing that will honor our Father. He lists the clothes in our “wardrobe”. These are the things we should put on, and be seen in. We are to cover ourselves in what really matters.
“Put on…compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience”
This is a list of items the Lord wants us to wear. If my dear wife Lynn tells me she really likes to see me in a particular sweater, I will wear it and frequently. I know she likes it on me, and I want to please her. The list just above is what the Father really wants you to wear. He wants to see you in these things.
I just want to urge you today, that you would think about your spiritual clothing. What is covering your spiritual man? What do you look like? This might mean changing your clothes and putting on something that the Father really thinks you look good in.
“Father, when will I learn to dress the inside? Help me attend to the things that really matter to You. Amen.”
Philippians 2:8
Dr. Tony Campolo tells the story of a little preaching competition that he had with his pastor during services at the church where he attends. Dr. Campolo tells how he preached the “perfect” sermon, perfect in every way. He had taken the congregation to the heights of glory. And as he sat down beside his pastor, Dr. Campolo patted him on the knee and simply said, “Top that.” The older black pastor looked at him and said, “Boy, watch the master.”
It was a simple sermon, starting softly, building in volume and intensity until the entire congregation was completely involved, repeating the phrases in unison. The sermon went something like this.
It’s Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where He was praying. But Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday. The disciples are hiding and Peter’s denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon. But Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday. Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday. The Son of man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday. See Him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from His body. See the cross crashing down on His back as He stumbles beneath the load. It’s Friday; but Sunday’s a coming.
It’s Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, “Father, forgive them.” It’s Friday; but Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying. But Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble, and He who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God who will not abide with sin pours out His wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, “My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?” What a horrible cry. But Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday. And at the moment of Jesus’ death, the veil of the Temple that separates sinful man from Holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that’s because it’s Friday, and they don’t know it, but Sunday’s a coming…”
(This sermon is in an audio format as well: http://tonycampolo.org/its-friday-but-sundays-coming/)
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