I do not know about the church in other nations but the American church has basically quit evangelizing.
Oh, we invite. We attract. "Come and see for yourself!” "Encounter God.” "Experience passionate worship.” "Come hear relevant messages in an authentic setting.”
Ask yourself this: Is there anything authentic that calls itself "authentic”? Can you imagine a husband proclaiming his undying love for his wife and finding any need for the word "authentic”? Or worse ”” "relevant”? Even inserting the word "passionate” into the conversation would be almost mechanical and clumsy.
But we adopted those words to commonly describe the most important human relationship of all: our relationship with God. The world sees through it as just marketing buzzwords and that only church goers are impressed by them. And, judging by the explosion of ad copy and radio spots that parrot such language, we are REALLY impressed.
And theatrics. There are neighborhood churches today who have more investment in lighting, staging, A/V equipment, and men’s hair product than professional football stadiums of a generation ago could boast.
Promotion has replaced proclamation. The focus of the American church turned from gospel living to "engagement”, "encounter” and "experience”.
Frankly, I am worn out from it. Like Isaiah said, "Woe to me for I am undone.” I long for the simple Way of the apostles that Jesus taught. You cannot reduce it to catchphrases. You cannot capture it by boiling it down to some object that flows well from the ubiquitous adjectival phrase "all about”. "All about grace.” "All about love.” Not even, "all about Yoooou, Jeeesus.” No more! To Hades with the whole lot of it. (If I’d said "to Hell” I could have been authentic and relevant, but I’m not all about being cool and edgy and libertine.)
The American church has decided that the gospel Way of the apostles is a riddle wrapped in a mystery hidden inside a kerygma. Paul said that the gospel is only hidden to the lost. What else to make of the church in America when we don’t know what to do with what Jesus said, lived and commanded; we don’t know what to do with the epistles or apostles or any of it. We are powerless. And, I am beginning to wonder what difference it makes.
You see, we have come through a Great Awakening, a Latter Rain, and a New Wave. We have emerged (with a lowercase "e” because we were just that unconventional), we befriended seekers and we Re-Reformed. John MacArthur consigned the Charismatics to hell that Rob Bell would have erased if not for Francis Chan. Mark Driscoll put the gospel in the face of young men and challenged American Christians to live in truth while he was cutting off fingers of the sons he claimed to birth. The task of spiritual reproduction is left to the Duggars and Robersons. What do we have to show for it any more than a litter trail of forgotten brands?
Can we really blame anyone for simply staying at home? Or, has midnight finally come and we just do not realize that our lamps ran out of oil some while ago?
My heart is heavy and disgusted with my own self. My sweet wife and I responded in obedient faith to what we believed to be God’s instruction to us. God is faithful, and He will do what He says. On that belief, we modified our garage into a hospitable meeting room in our modest home. Equipped with a dining area, a comfortable inward facing sitting area and bathed in lots of prayer, each week since August we have hosted a small, only somewhat consistent group of folks we know as we prayerfully seek God to shepherd us in a sort of home church meeting.
Our original hope and burden was for the lost rural poor in our community as nobody is trying to reach them with the gospel. Know what I have learned? I am not a good inviter or attracter. In spite of sitting down with several individuals and couples I know here ”” unbelievers largely ”” and warmly inviting them to our home, they avoid us in droves.
The thing I cannot get over is the nagging concern about lost people going to hell and their own blindness to the truth. I am also deeply troubled that most of the people in my town who profess Jesus as Savior are not saved people: they lie, cheat, commit adultery, revel, love things, get drunk, etc., just like the lost world they never walked away from. Yet they are committed church goers, proving sufficiently that churches are sleepwalking to hell.
It sounds crazy, but if I had an inkling of prompt from God, I would be one of "those people” who stand roadside with large signs with quotes from Old Testament prophets about doom and New Testament pleas to repent and obey Jesus. I would totally make a fool of myself with a word of prophetic warning about the judgment of God and the wrath to come and the need of the self righteous to repent. I would buy a megaphone. I would stand in the courthouse lawn at the corner of one intersection, on a little hill there, and declare it! (Yes, I picture it in a mini-mental-movie every time I drive through that intersection.)
My days and nights are consumed with this burden for them, which is why at 8 AM when I need to concentrate on work I am pouring my heart into this note or whatever it is. I am broken.
My family is broken. My town and neighbors are broken. People do not know me from Adam’s housecat and they have no reason to listen to anything I say. Does God have a word for them, or do I need to settle it in my spirit to shut up?
The love of many has waxed cold. Lawlessness and total rejection of God has increased. Our home group briefly stepped into the territory this past week with someone mentioning that we may already be in the prophesied "tribulation”. I added that I think it is possible. Certainly, in America people are mostly committed to their own ways and openly live as hostiles to God. We have not yet seen Iranian, North Korean, Iraqi, Syrian, Chinese, Pakistani or Afghan levels of torture of Christians, but are we really so far off from beheading children over faith in Christ when the culture is already aborting the unborn and slaughtering school children for no reason in particular? I am more than merely suspicious (as a post-trib believer, anyway) that we are already in "the” tribulation of Jesus’s and the apostles’ prophecies.
What to do, Lord? What are You doing in this?
from: http://someonehastosay.wordpress.com/2014/12/16/woe-to-me-for-i-am-undone/
