Mr. Bultitude
Puritan Board Freshman
When I read old accounts of martyrdom, or even current ones, I marvel at how much they scorned death. Read the Martyrdom of Polycarp, for instance. A man who eagerly wished to be united to Christ in death, and to make a spectacle of death as Christ had done.
I don't think I see much of that in the modern western church. We're exhorted in Scripture that since Christ has conquered death, we no longer need to fear it. Have we accidentally regained this fear of death? Or were we never fully cured of it?
Or are we merely too comfortable with our present situations? If I'm living the upper middle class suburban life, why should I seek to uproot my life by taking a risk for the Gospel? (And by risk I don't mean a risk of being shunned by my coworkers.)
Or perhaps, do we see ourselves as too valuable? Especially those of us with higher degrees, we may think it's best to leave the footwork of the Gospel to the expendable footmen while we do the precious thinking that will keep the Gospel alive.
I don't wish to project, so I'm aware that these accusations (if that's the right word) may not apply to you in particular. I think I recognize a mixture of each in my own heart, however, and I doubt I'm alone. But what I don't know as well, is what to do about it. It's easy, after all, to say, "Well I'll just jump in and take a risk!" for its own sake, and end up making a mess of things in some third-world country in order to feel better about ourselves (or rashly throw away our lives). But it's also all too easy, when the opportunity for genuine and necessary missions present themselves, to say dismissively, "That's not my calling."
I suppose the way to avoid these extremes is to persevere in prayer. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I still worry a tad that I might continue pursuing comfort at the expense of the Kingdom.
[Edit: Of course, saying "at the expense of the Kingdom" kind of implies that God "needs" me, doesn't it? Another false assumption. ]
I don't think I see much of that in the modern western church. We're exhorted in Scripture that since Christ has conquered death, we no longer need to fear it. Have we accidentally regained this fear of death? Or were we never fully cured of it?
Or are we merely too comfortable with our present situations? If I'm living the upper middle class suburban life, why should I seek to uproot my life by taking a risk for the Gospel? (And by risk I don't mean a risk of being shunned by my coworkers.)
Or perhaps, do we see ourselves as too valuable? Especially those of us with higher degrees, we may think it's best to leave the footwork of the Gospel to the expendable footmen while we do the precious thinking that will keep the Gospel alive.
I don't wish to project, so I'm aware that these accusations (if that's the right word) may not apply to you in particular. I think I recognize a mixture of each in my own heart, however, and I doubt I'm alone. But what I don't know as well, is what to do about it. It's easy, after all, to say, "Well I'll just jump in and take a risk!" for its own sake, and end up making a mess of things in some third-world country in order to feel better about ourselves (or rashly throw away our lives). But it's also all too easy, when the opportunity for genuine and necessary missions present themselves, to say dismissively, "That's not my calling."
I suppose the way to avoid these extremes is to persevere in prayer. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I still worry a tad that I might continue pursuing comfort at the expense of the Kingdom.
[Edit: Of course, saying "at the expense of the Kingdom" kind of implies that God "needs" me, doesn't it? Another false assumption. ]
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