One of the skills a Christian needs to have is that of looking in the mirror. We all do a good job of examining other people’s lives. After all, “who am I, to be blind? Pretending not to see their needs.” But when it comes to ourselves, we could all use a little self-reflection. The trick is knowing which mirror to look in.
So, I am going to do something blasphemous; I am going to critique Chick-Fil-A. Yes, I know that their chicken is really breaded in manna crumbs and that they deep fry it in the widow’s oil, but lately I have been embarrassed to sit through a whole meal there. Why? Because that instrumental “Christian” music drives me nuts.
Every window in the city sparkled with candlelight under the night sky, like stars reflecting off a calm sea. The homes were filled with family, friends, and travelers from every direction, all in Jerusalem in time for Passover – just six days away. But no home was as filled with wonder, laughter, holy reunion, or hope like Peter’s home, where Mary, Martha and their brother Lazarus were staying.
The other day I heard someone say the word “Proverbs”, but what I thought I heard them say was “Perverbs”. That got me thinking, if there is sound wisdom in the Proverbs, then there is such a thing in this world as perverted wisdom that we could call “perverbs”. These are accepted sayings and cultural creeds that I believe Satan uses to sell lies to a gullible world. So here’s my take on a few Proverb/Perverb paradigms that I saw in the first bit of the book of Proverbs. There are many more, and I might post some other comparisons soon. I hope this is fun exercise in laughing at Satan. Sometimes he needs to be called out, exposed, and mocked.
I can remember the pressure that I used to feel, the knot in my stomach, the bead of sweat on my upper lip when I felt that I needed to tell a stranger about Jesus. There was the sheer awkwardness of it all, the thought that I would just spew out a bunch of jumbled words, or the fear that they would flat out deny a conversation with me. I'm not sure what I was expecting, though. I am so thankful that God has put a burden on my heart to share the gospel. After all, I believe it and want others to know the feeling of a heart that is free. But I think I was expecting to have a five minute conversation with someone and have them be convicted, trusting in Jesus and baptized before I said goodbye. That's enough to make anyone sweat. So what are we to expect in evangelism?