Last month I ran into a neighborhood acquaintance I first met last fall watching the final minutes of a Bears game inside a corner sports hangout (this particular Thursday night matchup with the New Orleans Saints was only broadcast on cable TV and I just had to see the ending after learning from the internet it went into overtime).

 

After cheering the Bears dramatic 27-24 victory, and before putting my coat back on to leave, I asked this 50-something woman if she was a Believer and she gave me a clear gospel testimony that she was, classifying herself as a Ònon-practicing Catholic.Ó

 

A few months later, on an extremely bitter, single-digit January evening, I ran into the woman on the street and quickly learned she had just become homeless. Basically, she lost her long-term career job, broke up with her long-term live-in boyfriend and moved in with her sister who had died only one week before from a very unexpected illness. Since there was no cash around to pay her sisterÕs rent, the landlord threw her out as someone who wasnÕt named on the lease, etc.

 

I had the woman stay inside my apartment (which I share with three roommates at the elderly house where I work) on the living room couch. In the morning, I gave her a fresh set of clothes (including heavy socks), a pair of heavyweight winter gloves and $40 in cash.

 

So, when I ran into her this last time, she told me sheÕd inherited a little money from her sisterÕs death and that she was now living with her ex-husband who she said could be verbally and physically abusive toward her. She still did not have a job.

 

In discussing her situation with her, helping her lay out some possible housing options, she said to me with tears in her eyes something like, ÒBeing a sensitive, sentimental person stinks. It just eats you up.Ó

 

Wow, I thought, if that doesnÕt sound like a familiar struggle! All you need to add in is a dose of self-pity--something IÕm famous for—and itÕs as if youÕre a powder keg ready to blow. I went down that road so long and hard last year I about committed suicide.

 

In fact, truth be known, I actually did make a really lame attempt one evening last summer when I thought I could bear no more from life.

 

I stupidly took the advice of a church friend (believe it or not!) who explained how if I really wanted to do myself in I could simply use a piece of a garden hose strung up from my carÕs exhaust pipe through a crack in my back window and sit in the back seat with the engine running inside an airtight garage.

 

Thank God NOTHING happened—for one thing, I couldnÕt find an empty garage so I slept all night with the car running inside an abandoned farm yard hidden under a clump of trees!

 

*****

 

The thing I never stop being grateful for is I truly do have the secure knowledge of GodÕs deep, deep, abiding love for me to bolster me. I canÕt fathom for a second how other people manage without it.

 

I realize how incredibly fortunate I am to have been raised in the Truth, becoming saved as a young child (just as my brother and sister were too) and having had many true Christians (my parents being the most crucial) and churches (not to mention all the missionaries from around the globe who were early-childhood mentors when my dad served as a doctor for the worldwide HCJB missionary outfit in Shell, Ecuador in the early Õ70s) to guide me—most especially Shorewood Bible Church, which I have attended since 1991.

 

*****    

 

HereÕs a great passage from Jordan I randomly hit upon the other day when I was digging through a stack of CDs in my car for something to play while sitting in traffic:

 

ÒIn II Corinthians, PaulÕs using his own life as nowhere else. ItÕs the most personal epistle actually in the New Testament, period. And heÕs using his own life, his own ministry, his own situation—bearing his own heart, not in order to make you just have sympathy for him, but so you can understand what he said back in chapter 1 about how Ôas the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also aboundeth.Õ

 

ÒNow, that consolation is the important thing. Philippians1 says, ÔIs there no consolation?Õ ThereÕs a great verse back in Job where one of JobÕs miserable comforters asks him, ÔAre the consolations of God too small for you?Õ I mean, do you just have to whine all the time even after what God does for you? ThatÕs a great question.

 

ÒPaul asks the Philippians something along that same line—ÔIf there be therefore any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any bowels and mercies . . .Õ When he says Ôif there be,Õ heÕs not saying Ômaybe they are, maybe they arenÕt.Õ HeÕs saying Ôif and they AREÕ as a challenge!

 

ÒPaul understands that his ministry, his life, as well as his ministry, was an example for you and me and that heÕd been made an example of what God wants us to understand about the sufficiency of His grace so we can appreciate how weÕve been equipped to endure regardless of what goes on. ThatÕs that thing in verse 6 about Ôwhich is effectual in the enduring of the same sufferings which we also suffer.Õ

 

ÒYou and I are equipped by God to endure. I had a conversation with a person this past week; a graduate of Moody Bible Institute here in Chicago, destined for the mission field, who got messed up in the world—got out in sin and some real vile stuff, ruined two families, all kind of things, and is head over heels in guilt.

 

ÒBut the guilt is so bad that now the person considers himself worthless and therefore free to just go pell-mell on into it. And the statement was, ÔWell, if IÕm going to go down in flames, I might as well go down big time!Õ

 

ÒI said, ÔWell, you know what you are—youÕre like a race car heading for the brick wall. Put the pedal to the metal, man! DonÕt bump it; hit it hard! Go on, because thatÕs what it is—itÕs a brick wall!Õ

 

ÒGuilt doesnÕt free you from anything. It just makes the hole deeper and darker. Just go off into the darkness. You know where the freedom and the liberty is? In Christ.

 

ÒThis person said, ÔWell, GodÕs mad at me anyway, so just make Him REAL mad.Õ I said, ÔGodÕs not mad at you.Õ He said, ÔWell, I didnÕt go to the mission field.Õ I said, ÔWell, HeÕs probably RELIEVED about that!Õ And He countered, ÔWell, I wasnÕt living like this then,Õ and I said, ÔNo, what you were doing was preaching a false message, and HeÕd rather you be over here living like this than over there preaching that false message.Õ Ó

 

*****

 

Jordan went on about how Òthe sins of your flesh are just a waste of your time and that grieves the heart of God . . . thatÕs Ephesians 4. He says HeÕs grieved by that kind of living on your behalf.

 

ÒBut donÕt think youÕre going to make God mad at you—He knew you were going to do that before the foundation of the world! He saved you, looked down through time, knew what was going to happen and it didnÕt take Him by surprise.

 

ÒItÕs just a waste of your time. HeÕs set you free from it, paid for it. YouÕre free to do better, live different; HeÕs equipped you with everything you need to do it. But, boy, if you go out and you preach a false gospel, well, that you see, God isnÕt going to get mad at you and put you in hell and stuff, but thereÕs a little different attitude about that. ThereÕs a curse—Galatians 1 talks about, ÔLet him be accursed.Õ Ó

 

*****

 

Recently, Jordan recalled going to the zoo and asking one of the animal keepers about the strange behavior of an impala caged behind a four-foot brick wall:

 

ÒI told the guy, ÔThereÕs something wrong with this impala,Õ and he explained something very interesting about that little animal. It simply wonÕt jump somewhere unless it can see where itÕs going to land.

 

ÒNow, if youÕre going to live your life like that little impala, folks, only going by whatÕs in sight, what you can see, what you can feel, what you can touch . . . ÔIf I canÕt see it, feel it, touch it, figure it out, do it aheadÕ . . . youÕre going to have a very limited life.

 

ÒIf youÕre going to live purely by your circumstances, youÕre going to have an intimidated life. But friend, if youÕll step out on faith in GodÕs Word and who GodÕs made you in Jesus Christ—and youÕll step out on faith in what GodÕs Word says our responsibility is as members of the Body of Christ—you can have a colossally unlimited life!

 

ÒI tell our men all the time: ÔWe need to take the dare of faith!Õ And by that, IÕm not talking about some existentialist Kierkegaardian Ôleap into the dark.Õ That isnÕt what Kierkegaard meant by it either, but thatÕs what people call it.

 

ÒIÕm talking about, ÔLetÕs just stand on the truth of what GodÕs Word says,Õ and base our life on that, and not live by circumstances, and by what we can see, and feel, and touch, but letÕs live in the reality of what GodÕs Word says!

 

ÒI read one time about an elderly man where someone interviewing him in his late years asked, ÔYou were young; now youÕre old. What is it that has robbed your life of joy most? Is there some single thing?Õ And he said, ÔYeah, I can tell you that straight off. The things that rob life of its joy are the things that never happen.Õ

 

ÒYou know what worry and fear have in common? Neither one of them have happened yet! DonÕt be afraid to take your stand on the truth of GodÕs Word and agree, ÔRegardless of what everyone else says, regardless of what it looks like out there, IÕm gonna stand on what GodÕs Word says and IÕm gonna let GodÕs Word be true and every man a liar.Õ Ó