Preaching Christ in a Multi-Denominational World

The goal of this command is love, which comes from a pure heartĀ and a good conscienceĀ and a sincere faith. 
1 Timothy 1:5 NKJV

This past Wednesday, I had what the medical profession refers to as “minor” surgery”. Of course, in my experience, the “minor” part has mostly to do with who is receiving it. Thankfully all went “Nominally” for the hernia repair but suffice it to say that most of this week has passed like a blur. Besides the obvious discomfort and subsequent difficulty readjusting to performing minor activities, (Like walking), the biggest issue was rescheduling all the various nursing home meeting for the week. I am very thankful for other volunteers who have stepped in and carried two of the meetings and the third I was able to reschedule for the following week. In 1 Timothy, Paul was facing on a far grander scale some of the same issues as he asks Timothy to deal with at Ephesus in order to correct the doctrinal drift of the church. When Paul first preached in Ephesus, a great revival had broken out and he had remained there about 1 1/2 years. However, just as he had feared, in his absence false teachers had slipped into the church along with some local leaders who had turned back to their traditional Judaism, and both were bringing in confusion about the entire point of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Now, my circumstances are quite different than Paul’s, but some of his same challenges face all of us who do nursing home ministry.

Each week there sits in front of us a mixture of Presbyterians, Baptists, Lutherans and Catholics, along with Pentecostals and many garden variety, non-churchgoers. How are we to preach Jesus? What is the point of our ministry? As I came across today’s verse in a devotional plan that I am following with a friend, I thought, “This is it!” When we are sharing the good news of salvation through the cross and the love of God, there is no great goal than seeing people respond with a pure heart, a good conscience and a sincere faith. Does this mean dancing around biblical doctrines, excusing sin or altering the foundation of salvation through Jesus? Absolutely not! But it does mean that we have no time to quibble about different backgrounds, various traditions or minor differences. There is precious little time left in the lives of our members and every moment that God gives us with them counts. The thing I missed most this past week was the butterfly release at Life Care. I was told that each person was given a tiny box with a living butterfly and in memory of those who have passed away this past year, everyone opened their container and released their butterfly. I thought how much that act was like sharing Christ at the nursing homes has been over these last thirty-five years. I have to the best of my ability given to them the love of Christ in both message as well as in friendship. I am also reminded that just like those butterflies, we all will soon fly off to Heaven or Hell. But in the meantime, I know that God, for His own reasons has entrusted me and many, many others with the responsibility of preaching Jesus Christ to anyone who will listen in places most of the world has forgotten and to pray that as their own box opens, that they have learned to love God with pure hearts, forgive and ask forgiveness from others with a clean conscience and trust in Jesus with all their hearts.

Photo by Matthias Zomer on Pexels.com

“We cannot all do great things, but we can all do small things with great love.” Mother Teresa

Happy Day at the Nursing Home!

This is the day that the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it! Psalm 118:24 NKJV

Those who only observe nursing home ministry from a distance, may think that we pass our time as in the words of the hymn, “Softly and tenderly,” And yes, that would be accurate for that small part of each service when we slow down and come humbly into God’s presence. But were we to plan the entire song service with only the slow and hushed hymns, half our residents would be sound asleep! So, here is one of our opening songs at Friday’s church service at Life Care. We sang a Sunday school song about a happy day, when I am “livin’ it for my Lord!” I do hope you will listen carefully for their voices and ask yourself if God might be calling you to also consider volunteering for nursing home ministry in your own community. After all, it’s a happy day when, “I’m living each day on the promises in God’s word!”

It's a happy day, and I thank God for the weather
It's a happy day, when I'm livin' it for my Lord
It's a happy day, and things are gonna get better
When I'm livin' each day on the promises in God's word!

BUT
It's a grumpy day and I don't like the weather
It's a grumpy day, when I'm livin' it for myself
It's a grumpy day
And nothin's gettin' any better
Cause I'm livin' today
With my Bible on the shelf

BUT
It's a happy day, when I'm livin' it for my Lord
It's a happy day, when I'm livin' it for my Lord
It's a happy day, and things are gonna get better
When I'm livin' each day on the promises in God's word!

It’s Saturday – But Sunday is Coming

It was the day of Preparation, and the Sabbath was beginning. The women who had come with him from Galilee followed and saw the tomb and how his body was laid. Then they returned and prepared spices and ointments. Luke 23:55-56 ESV

Now usually the phrase is, “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming.” but it is no less true on our Saturdays. Fridays are the time of suffering, but Saturday is more final still. The dead body of Jesus lay in the tomb. A stone was rolled across the entrance and two Roman guards stood outside. Do you ever wonder what the disciples were thinking, or how Mary the mother of Jesus as well as Mary Magdalene and the other faithful women were coping with the crushing weight of grief?

There are few audiences in America that may appreciate the depth of despair in which our faith is challenged to the max than people in long-term care. We were blessed yesterday to have Pastor Joe deliver this message to us, and the highpoint wasn’t his yelling, pounding on the podium or shouting (because none of that happened!). The highpoint was hearing the dear voices of residents echoing back to him, “But Sunday is coming!” Some have lost roommates, are suffering physically and feel forgotten by everyone. So, when they dan say with assurance, “But Sunday is Coming!”, their faith gets me excited, and I do hope that this sweet, simple message will also be a blessing to you on this Easter Saturday morning. No matter your situation, how big the stone lies across the entrance to the door of hope or how big the powers are that guard it: it may be Saturday in your life: “But Sunday is Coming!”