7 But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at his physical stature, because I have refused him. For the Lord does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”
SCRIPTURE URGES US to mature in our faith to the point that we can find wisdom and instruction during times of difficulty (cf. Rom. 5:3-5; 2 Cor. 12:10).
It’s a biblical approach (cf. 1 Pet. 1:6-7), but the tuition fees are expensive and the courses can be incredibly challenging.
The Psalmist wrote, “Before I was afflicted I went astray, but now I keep your word” (Psm. 119:67; cf. Rom. 8:28–emphasis mine, mb).
So, what are some of the courses we must take in order to get our adversity degree (1 Pet. 5:10)?
PERSPECTIVE 101. Paul taught, “For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory” (2 Cor. 4:17).
Noted author, Robert Fulghum, once wrote: “One of life’s best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire—then you’ve got a problem. Everything else is an inconvenience. Life is inconvenient. Life is lumpy. A lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat and a lump in the breast are not the same kind of lump. Once needs to learn the difference.
REALITY MANAGEMENT. Jesus said, “It rains on the just and the unjust…” (Mat. 5:45). Job said, “Man who is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble…” (Job 14:1).
Everybody experiences pain. None of us are exempt from tragedy and problems simply because we are children of God. If baptism served as an insurance policy against any form of harm or heartache, folks would accept Jesus for no other reason that to be spared such.
LIFE APPRECIATION. The Psalmist asked rhetorically, “What man can live and not see death? Can he deliver his life from the power of the grave?” (Psm. 89:48; cf. Prov. 27:1; Heb. 9:27).
Death does not discriminate because of age. Read the obituary column in your local newspaper. People of all ages die–infants in the womb, innocent children, teens, young and middle-aged adults, and senior citizens all step into eternity on a daily basis.
We learn to be grateful and thankful for our life when we recognize that our time on earth is limited at best and that we have no promise of tomorrow (cf. Jas. 4:14; Psm. 39:4; 78:39; 90:10, 12).
I WAS FEELING overwhelmed.
I don’t think I’d ever been in such a crowded place before. Sure, I’d been in bigger cities, but never in a location where 950,000 plus people were poured together in this kind of a living, moving, elbow-to-elbow mass. Welcome to Arusha, Tanzania.
More than a few of the local residents greeted me that first morning and tried to sell me their wares. “Support me, please” they would plead. ”No thank you,” I would tell them. (What would I do with a Masai warriors dagger anyway?) Most are desperately trying to eke out some sort of a meager living. ”Living.” That’s a laugh. Perhaps I should say, “existence.” I worry about paying this month’s cell phone bill. Tanzanians worry about where their next meal is coming from.
I wasn’t looking for souvenirs anyway; I was looking for souls. Hungry souls. Correct that. A hungry soul. Singular. Period. One. In the tens of thousands that aimlessly wandered the streets of that burgeoning community, I was interested in finding someone who was looking beyond the day’s mundane pursuits. I wanted to find one individual who yearned for something more than “what shall we eat, or what shall we wear?”
Philip found one of those folks back in the New Testament. Oddly enough, he was an African too (cf. Acts 8). The man was riding in his chariot reading through Isaiah 53, but he needed help in interpreting the sacred text. The guy had a hungry spirit; he just needed a guide. He needed someone to help him interpret the ancient words. In His marvelous providence, God brought the hungry soul and the willing guide together.
That’s my daily prayer—whether I’m on foreign soil, or here back in Alabama—that the Father repeats that circumstance with me.
”Lead me to some soul today, oh teach me Lord just what to say. Friends of mine are lost in sin and cannot find their way. Few there are who seem to care, and few there are who pray. Melt my heart and fill my life. Give me one soul today.”
THIS WHOLE ESCAPADE always elicits mixed emotions within me.
On the one hand, I feel a tinge of embarrassment melded with aggravation. On the other hand, I often have to stifle a laugh.
My shoes and belt are taken as well as the contents of my pockets—at least for the moment. My slacks illustrate Sir Isaac Newton’s law, and I’m inevitably forced to hold them up with at least one hand in order to prevent certain humiliation. Total strangers give me the mandatory “run down” and then I’m wanded. Next comes the usual litany of pointed questions—“Did you pack your own bags?” “What is your purpose for travelling abroad?”
This particular trip had all of these expected elements plus an added bonus. It seems my photography backpack harbored some “suspicious” items. Vigilance demanded further investigation.
Airport security had just run my bag through the x-ray machine. “It’s my camera,” I said flatly, but the TV monitor prompted a more thorough look. The authorities ran my bag through the x-ray machine a second time. Then a third. Each time, the officers would huddle around the screen, frown, and then shake their heads in obvious disapproval. Finally, they pulled me aside as insisted that I open my bag. For a minute, I fully expected my camera to be glowing neon green from that triple dose of radiation it had absorbed.
I keep a coiled wire with a laptop lock in the bag. I intended to secure my computer when I was away from my room in Tanzania. Oddly enough, when I looked at the x-ray of the wire next to my camera batteries, it kind of looked like—dare I say it—like a miniature bomb. The airport security folks evidently thought the same thing. Since they tend to frown on bombs in luggage, they really gave me the third degree then. “Where are you from?” “What’s your mother’s maiden name?” “Who was your second grade Sunday school teacher?” “Do you floss every night before bed?” “Who won the World Series in ’56?” “What is the square root of 374?”
I began to unpack my camera bag and reveal its contents. TSA officials studied each item, but then finally returned my bag and allowed me to pass on through. Whew.
When I arrived in Tanzania some 28 hours later, I discovered that security had also gone through my checked bag, because I found this note enclosed:
NOTICE OF BAGGAGE INSPECTION
To protect you and your fellow passengers, the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) is required by law to inspect all checked baggage. As part of this process, some bags are opened and physically inspected. Your bag was among those selected for physical inspection. During the inspection, your bag and its contents may have been searched for prohibited items. At the completion of the inspection, the contents were returned to your bag.
At first this whole process seemed unnecessary and intrusive. “Why must someone pour over my personal items? Good grief, Charlie Brown! I’m not some radical terrorist; I’m a just a gospel preacher! I pay my taxes and try to drive the speed limit.” Probably the most radical thing I’ve ever done is sneak out of Farrow dormitory late one Friday night when I was a senior at Freed-Hardeman to buy a couple of barbeque sandwiches.
Rifling through my personal belongings was offensive to me. From my perspective, it said that I might not be what I appear to be. I could be some subversive with violent intentions.
But I endured this whole episode for one reason. Safety. Read that word again slowly—S A F E T Y. 911 was a rude wake up call for America. It reminded us as a nation us that not everybody shares our political, moral, and religious convictions. It screamed at us to rethink the whole policy of air-travel security.
I wish some of my brethren could appreciate the significance of this truth. Many elderships welcome newcomers to a congregation’s fellowship without so much as a question as to their marital background, their beliefs, or their religious convictions. In essence, they say, “Ya’ll come…! We trust you…” They refrain from asking personal questions in this day of political correctness because it is viewed as being too invasive. “You can’t ask folks questions anymore,” we’re told. “They might get upset and not come back.”
Then one day, some doctrinal bomb explodes within the local church. Ka-boom! Dozens are wounded, while others are dazed and hurting. The body is divided, bloodied, and splintered. It is a terrorist attack (Mat. 7:15-20; Gal. 2:4; 2 Pet. 2).
Tragically the whole frightful episode might have been prevented had the shepherds taken the time to “go through the bags” as it were of potential new members. “Can you tell us about yourselves?” “Where did you worship before you moved here?” “When, and for what reason, were you baptized?” “Could you tell us briefly about your marital status?”
False doctrine isn’t introduced into a congregation all at one time, brethren. That’s too obvious. Cunning terrorists know that and they how to smuggle stuff piecemeal—just a little bit at a time. A statement here, a devotional there, a couple of phone conversations there, a sharing of some liberal blog, etc. They bring in heresy in something as innocuous as a preacher’s camera bag.
Had the elders introduced themselves and created a loving, safe, but firm environment to talk to new members about their moral, doctrinal and practical ideas, they might have prevented the disaster all together. Division could have been averted.
When my family first considered worshipping with one congregation in Indiana years ago, one of the shepherds invited me out to lunch. He created a safe atmosphere to ask questions and to inquire about what my family taught, believed and practiced. He spoke on behalf of the eldership at large and welcomed us to the congregation with the understanding that error in any form would not be tolerated.
At the time I felt a little peeved. “This wasn’t necessary,” I thought. “Why did he have to go through my luggage?” “We’re good, faithful folk…”
In retrospect, I look back now and recognize why the shepherds took this step. They wanted to impress upon the Benson family what they would, and would not tolerate. They wanted to communicate their stance on unity (Eph. 4) and harmony within the congregation. They understood their role as overseers of the local church (Acts 20:28ff), and they were determined to protect the body of Christ from attacks without and within.
Good shepherds do that (1 Thess. 5:20-21; 1 John 4:1ff). They ask you to take your shoes off. They check your luggage, as it were. They gently probe for answers.
Elders, are you asking questions? Are you active in protecting the flock over which you shepherd? Do you take the time to introduce yourselves to new sheep? Do you ask questions in a non-threatening environment, in a loving way, to communicate your concern for the precious body of Christ?
Christian, the next time you’re considering placing membership with a congregation, don’t be too upset if the church leaders ask some questions about you and your loved ones. They love your soul and the souls of those with whom you hope to worship. They’re not trying to be busybodies; they just love the Bride and want to keep her pure and free from injury.
OKAY—IT’S NOT exactly a curse word, but we sometimes treat it like one in the church.
Christians try not to say it, hear it, think about it, much less experience it.
No, it’s not a dirty word in an immoral sense, but it certainly is a term we’d rather not articulate—for to do so is to tacitly admit that it exists.
“What is it?” you ask?
Oh sure, we can rubber neck in awesome wonder at the suffering in other people’s lives, but we don’t want any part of it in our own.
“Whew, I’m glad that’s not happening to me!”
It’s like the old line from a comedy I watched on TV years ago, “I don’t like pain! It hurts me!”
Well, of course it hurts—that’s the nature of suffering, that why it’s called suffering and not pleasure.
Ironically, suffering is not only an inexorable part of the Christian walk (1 Pet. 4:16), it has certain redemptive elements about it too (2 Cor. 4:17; Heb. 12:11).
Study the following passages:
1. “For to this you were called, because Christ also SUFFERED for us, leaving us an example, that you should follow His steps” (1 Pet. 2:21).
“Since the disciple is not above his master, nor the servant about his lord, suffering was to be expected. Two ideas are here advanced: (1) Christ suffered; hence, you, His servants, must likewise suffer; (2) in suffering the Lord left us an example for His disciples to imitate in enduring similar trials.”1
2. “For to you it has been granted on behalf of Christ, not only to believe in Him, but also to SUFFER for His sake” (Phil.1:29).
“Since Christ suffered for us, we are called to suffer for Him. Paul wanted to share in Christ’s sufferings so that he might identify more with his Savior (3:10). Whenever we suffer for Christ, our faith has the potential of being strengthened. Such refinement and tempering will make us more fit for heaven (Jas. 1:2-4; 1 Pet. 1:7). We are also more prepared to offer comfort to those who experience similar trials.”2
2. “And if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, if indeed we SUFFER with Him, that we may also be glorified together” (Rom. 8:17).
“This specifies a particular condition for heirship, namely, the same one that applied to Jesus: first suffering, then glory. Jesus necessarily followed this path (Luke 24:26; Phil. 2:6-11; Heb. 2:1; 12:2). If we want to be co-heirs with Him, we must be willing to accept this same sequence, since participation in Christ’s glory can come only through participation in His sufferings.”3
4. “And our hope for you is steadfast, because we know that as you are partakers of the SUFFERINGS, so also you will partake of the consolation” (2 Cor. 1:7).
“All sufferings received in the service of Christ are also certain to receive the comfort of Christ, the sufferings and the comfort being inseparably linked together (cf. Rom. 8:17; 2 Tim. 2:12).”4
Notice that in the aforementioned passages suffering is not only a given, but from a divine perspective, it is meant to bring us closer to Christ.
When you think about it, “suffering” really isn’t a dirty word after all. Rather, it is a special term of endearment which reminds us of the means by which we are brought closer to the risen Lord.
1 Guy N. Woods, A Commentary on the New Testament Epistles of Peter, John, and Jude, 78
2 David Stewart, A Commentary on Philippians, 242
3 Jack Cottrell, The College Press NIV Commentary on Romans, Vol. 1, 485
4 James Burton Coffman, First & Second Corinthians, 306