Blessed are the Meek

John Stumbo is an Alliance pastor from Salem, Oregon who became deathly ill nearly two years ago. Partially recovered, he maintains a blog for the many who have closely followed his progress, sharing his physical, emotional and spiritual struggles and victories along the way. Recently he posted this excellent story, which I think fits well with our current beatitude, “Blessed are the meek.”

Pastor Stumbo wrote, “Today I'm going to follow-up with a story I heard years ago from professor, author and theologian, R. C. Sproul:

Dr. Sproul was assigned an Old Testament class of 250 freshmen. In his syllabus he clearly set forth the course requirements. There would be three small papers due by noon on September 30, October 30 and November 30. They were to be finished and on his desk by noon unless the student was physically confined to the hospital or a there was a death in the family. If they didn't submit it in time, they would receive a failing grade.

When September 30th rolled around and the first paper was due 225 students turned their papers in on time and 25 were late. These 25 were scared to death and with abject humility appealed to Professor Sproul, “Please don’t give us an 'F!'" They begged for mercy, wanting an extension.

“OK," the professor relented, "I'll let it go this time. But remember, on October 30 the next paper is due. Don't be late."

"We won't, Professor. Promise!"

October 30th arrived and only 200 papers were turned in on time. Fifty students came to class in terror. They pled with him with abundant excuses about it being midterm and homecoming. “Give us one more chance," they begged.

"OK. Just one more chance."

The class broke out into song, “We love you, Prof. Sproul, O yes we do.” Dr. Sproul claims that for the next thirty days he was the most popular professor on campus. But then November 30th came. This time only about 150 papers were turned in on time and a hundred students came into class as casual as could be. They weren't worried in the least.

“Where are your papers?” Dr. Sproul demanded.

“Hey, Prof, don’t worry about it. We’ll get them done in a couple of days," came the relaxed response.

“The professor took out the grading book, “Johnson, where's your paper."

"I don't have it, sir."

"F.”

“Greenwood—I don't have yours either. F.”

Professor Sproul describes the response as "unmitigated fury."

“That’s not fair!” Greenwood claimed.

"I don’t ever want to be thought of as unfair or unjust. You want justice?”

“Yes!”

"You were late last time, too. ‘F’ for that one. Anyone else want justice?”

“No!”

I don't know how Dr. Sproul finally resolved the grade issue, but he finished telling his story with a powerful statement, "By the third time, they not only assumed mercy, they demanded it. They assumed I was obligated to be merciful. They had become accustomed to grace. Ours is a history of grace. God is so gracious to us that we can begin to take it for granted. The most difficult theological question I’ve ever had to face in my life is this, 'Why has God been so kind to me?’”

Pastor Stumbo’s blog says something about our ability to forget – forget the holy and righteous God we serve, forget who we were and what we’ve done, forget the grace that has been extended to us personally. And in forgetting, we become arrogant, presuming upon God’s favor. Our attitude is not “that of Christ Jesus, who… made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant… humbled himself and became obedient unto death” (Phil. 2:7-8 NIV). We’re more like the servant who was forgiven a huge debt, but went right out to force payment of a small amount due him (Mt. 18)...

Paul pointed to “the meekness and gentleness of Christ” (2 Cor. 10:1 NIV) as a quality to be imitated. A quality that is very undervalued in our culture, but extremely precious in God’s sight. Precious because it keeps us from taking God for granted. It makes us look like Jesus. It makes us act like Him. It puts Christ on display for those around us to see Who He is and what He’s really like. It makes Him approachable, attractive… merciful. And it brings peace and freedom to our soul.

Blessed are those who remember the grace that has been extended to them. Blessed are those who extend that grace to those around them. Blessed are the meek.

Comforters

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted” (Mt. 5:4 NIV).

My father-in-law grew up in West Virginia, without the benefit of central heating. At bedtime on the cold wintry evenings, he would back up to the wood stove and get his backside as hot as he dared, then sprint for his bed. Diving onto the cold mattress, he warmed it up until it chilled him down. In the morning he would awaken to find snow drifted into the bedroom through cracks around the window. What he wouldn’t have given for the lovely comforters of today – large, thick, fluffy, filled with insulating goose down…

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles…God is our Comforter. Infinitely large and filled with delicious warmth and compassion, He comes to us and offers exactly the comfort that we need in this cold, hard world. He comes today to you, and…

He comes with a smile of kindness instead of the dreaded frown of condemnation (Rom. 8:1).
He comes to bear your burdens today (Ps. 68:19).
He works in every aspect of your current situation for your good (Rom. 8:28).
He assures you that sorrows are temporary things (Cor. 4:17).
He reminds you that an eternity of uninterrupted joy awaits (Rev. 21:4)
He promises to personally wipe the last tear from your eyes (Rev. 21:4).

Who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort that we ourselves have received from God (2. Cor. 1:3-4 NIV). Each of God’s children are designed to be “little comforters” – lap robes, you might say, fashioned in the likeness of His King-sized covering. We’re privileged to bring a bit of God’s warmth and compassion to the miserable and shivering who pass by us day after day. We can display God’s smile of kindness, share their burdens, strengthen their faith, and point them to the One Who will one day end this season of winter and bring eternal summer.

As God’s children through faith in Jesus Christ, we have a constant Comforter, so we don’t have to fear chilly mournings. And we are comforters, because we are filled with Him. How blessed we are!

So spread the warmth this week!

Running Against the Tide

Spain’s Pamplona Bull Run, which ends Wednesday, began long ago as an annual religious festival in honor of San Fermin, a Catholic saint and martyr. By the 19th century it had become commercialized and included street theatre, human cannonballs, and circus animals. In 1926, Ernest Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises attracted people from all over the world to the event, and today’s festival is overcrowded with thrillseekers and enthusiasts.

Spanish-fiestas.com goes on to describe the event:
“The Pamplona bull run takes place at 8am every morning from 7th to 14th [of] July. Runners must be in the running area by 7.30am. The actual run stretches from the corral at Santo Domingo where the bulls are kept, to the bullring where they will fight that same afternoon. The length of the run is 825 metres [about 1/2 mile] and the average time of the run from start to finish is about three minutes…

“First [the bulls and runners] climb Santo Domingo and go across the Ayuntamiento Square…The most dangerous part of the bullrun approaches as there's a closed curve leading into Estafeta which is the longest stretch of the run. Next comes a small section of Duque de Ahumada which is known as the Telefónica stretch. The last stretch is also very risky as the route leads into a dead end street providing access to the Bull Ring.

“The vast number of people taking part in the bullrun nowadays adds to the already considerable danger of running alongside wild bulls weighing in the region of 700kg [1500 lbs.] each. Too many drunks taking part also increase the risks for everybody. There are plenty security guards and first aid personnel but there is little they can do during the running of the bulls such that 15 people have died and over 200 been seriously injured since 1924.”

In Matthew 6 Jesus urges His followers not to worry about what they will eat, what they will drink, what they will wear. The pagans, He said, run after all these kinds of things, but you are to trust that Your Heavenly Father knows what you need and will provide all that is necessary for His perfect will to be accomplished in your life. So don’t worry about tomorrow. Prepare, yes. Do all you ought to provide for yourself and loved ones, yes. But worry?... no.

Don’t worry about tomorrow? Oh, my. That’s irresponsible. That’s risky. That’s running against the tide of humanity. When you try to envision living like that, you see yourself pounding the pavement of Pamplona, turning the corner, and discovering that you’re going the wrong way! A veritable tidal wave of humanity – and a few thousand pounds of enraged animal – are bearing down on you without mercy. In seconds you will be mowed down, mashed flat, mulched by Nikes and hard, sharp hooves.

But picture this: you say a desperate prayer and move out to face the overwhelming odds. And miracle of miracles, a slim way opens just as the tidal waves hits. It’s a mini-parting of the Red Sea, engineered by God just for you. He’s making it possible for you to keep going the “wrong way” on a one-way street, in the opposite direction of a crowd hell-bent for a dead-end.

Keep that picture in your mind over the next weeks as we continue to learn about “The Kingdom Experience.” We will hear things that will sound foreign to the crowd around us. We will be asked to run the “wrong way,” to think and act differently than those we work with and live near. But don’t let the thought of changing direction, of turning to face an oncoming wall of humanity, become too much to ask.

Trust God to split the crowd and make a way for you, one humble little soul, to walk against the flow. For you to take on, through His power, the pressure and weight and influence of an entire culture that has rejected the Kingdom Experience… and emerge, as Jesus promised in His Sermon on the Mount, blessed – “Happy, to be envied, and spiritually prosperous – with life-joy and satisfaction, regardless of [your] outward conditions” (Mt. 5:3 Amp).

Olé!

His Truth is Marching On

“The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” so beautifully sung by our choir on the Fourth of July, was once a marching song for the Union soldiers of the Civil War. It’s easy to imagine hundreds of troops advancing steadily and purposefully to that rhythmic chorus, “Glooooo-ry, glory halleluuuuu-jah…”

Yet as anyone who’s studied the Civil War knows, there were some very inglorious moments in that conflict. Days, seasons even, when things looked dark and unpromising, when precious lives were sacrificed, it seemed, for nothing. When good men suffered and enslaved men seemed no nearer to freedom than when the war began. In those hard days, mere boys took up the fife or drum and entered the fray - literally. It is said that some of the musical brigades of both the northern and southern armies accompanied their commanding officer right onto the field and played patriotic songs while the bullets and cannonballs – and comrades - fell around them.

What would it have felt like to be blasting out “His truth is marching on” when progress had ground to a halt or the troops were even falling back, giving ground to the enemy? To finish the last notes of the last chorus and fall silent on a battlefield strewn with fallen friends? Was His truth still marching on? Many surely asked those words as the years dragged on and the war waxed and waned. Many others had their lives snuffed out before they ever saw the fulfillment of what they’d given their lives for.

Same with us. There’s a Truth that’s been marching since the Creation, and when we read our Bibles we see that it marches right off the pages of Revelation into eternity. This Truth wins in the end. And all who sacrifice their lives – give their time and energy here on earth for its cause – are resurrected to share in the victory at the end. What they didn’t see accomplished here because they had to leave “early,” they will see and enjoy in their heavenly home. And all injustice and unrighteousness will be past.

In the meantime, a trumpet has been sounded that shall never call retreat. His Truth is marching on. So let us play our little fifes and drums for all they’re worth, because the cause is worthy, and the Commander is worthy, and the outcome is sure. There may be days of darkness and death and the years of conflict may drag on, but we’re to keep playing while the bullets fly and the cannonballs explode around us. To keep playing while the wounded groan and the agnostics curse. To keep playing, even when we see the whites of the enemies’ eyes… because His Truth is marching on and, as one little-known verse of the song declares,

“He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.”

Glory, glory hallelujah!