During a conversation, someone tried to highlight a problem Of Christians when it comes to accepting unusual characters.
It was claimed that Jesus had an open door policy and took everyone on – no matter what package they came in.
This is an incomplete way to look at Jesus.
I battled with depression for some years.
At some point, I contemplated taking my life.
The only thing that held me back from taking any active steps to achieve it was the certainty that I was not going to end up on the good side of eternity with God if I did it.
My fight with depression lasted till some time during my undergraduate.
Then I experienced a miracle.
“You need to have multiple streams of income because you don’t know what might happen tomorrow”
This was coming straight from the pulpit. So, we had to take it, not leave it.
Sadly, it’s talk like this that invented a new species of Christians – The Time-Bubble Christian.
Don’t get me wrong. There is nothing in having multiple streams of income.
But there is something wrong when the only motivation for that is our fear of the future.
I was watching a really good sermon on stewardship of finances. To bring home one of the points on generosity, the preacher told a story.
At a Bible school, he taught at, there was a practice to teach the students generosity.
One day of the week, each student was to bring something to give another. One of the students was upset because he had nothing to give.
He worked at a peanut farm. He went to the owner and asked if he could buy a peanut every week to give someone else.
The owner said “you are one of my best workers – just take it”. He refused – it would mean it was the owner giving it. He worked out how to buy a peanut every week to give.
A while back, I was asked to preach at a fellowship. The big deal was when I gave the altar call.
The number of people that came out in that one service was more than the combined total number of people that had ever made a decision for Jesus anywhere else I had preached.
But I was not where I should be with God.
No, I hadn’t committed any public-shaming sin. But the distance between God and I was wide enough for you to run a couple of Olympic size track events on it.