. "the experience"
.
or
. "Give me also this power"
Someone
once said, "my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no
end." This could be said of movies, plays, and story
telling, or
any other thing that tickles the ear. Oh, and how could I
forget (if you are a churchified person) not to mention our luvely "testimonies"
we just luuuv to share in our (formal or informal) 'coming togethers'!
In great contrast, the tintacks of the gospel is merely 'doing it'.
Did you get that? Immensely practical and void of any sense of idealism or
being branded a mere dreamer. 'Talking it', is only the conveyor of glad
tidings; nothing more;
nothing less! Not applying it through obedience is straight out
deception, as an apostle called James once said. The reason
eloquent
sermons and deeply moving "experiences" mean absolutely nothing, at the
end of the day. The very reason "it pleased God by thefoolishness of preaching to save them that believe"!
With many people talking about
'spiritual rebirth' these days, it has become just as trendy to bandy
about
the latest
New Age craze or catch phrase of any happenstance. Nor is it
uncommon to
hear
someone profess to have had some sort of "spiritual" experience,
transcending the
normal plain of existence into "the mystical". Or penetrating the
esoteric boundaries of so-called time and space. In a line
... missed the mark by aeons of light years! Or dolled up
the message to make it respectable and acceptable, or something very entertaining, without changing a
life one smidgen!
Therefore, when it comes to
mentioning being 'born again' in itz
authentic scriptural context, this term (or more accurately, truth)
has and will
always be exclusive to genuine New Testament Christianity. Now, how un-PC iz that?
In
other words ... outside of Christ Jesus (the man from Galilee -
Jesus of Nazareth -
God in the flesh, that iz) there is no second chance, nor second
birth. All other terms and varieties are only
blatant misuses or excuses, or
"religious experiences" at best, adding a sense of emotional adulation,
ecstatic feelings,
or wishful thinking. While not altering or fixing mans alienation
from his Maker, one iota. Nor his doomed eternal state,
for that matter! Why bandaid your problem, or smokescreen your
intentions, or cover up your shortcomings with "spiritual" fig leaves?
Why not just
repent and get the real thing? Then get onwithit without fuss or drama! Without any "ands", "ifs", "buts", "whatabouts", or "howevers"!
Wanna be reconciled to God?
Well, it can only be done by being first reconciled to Christ! Therez simply no other way, nowhere around, or nowhere else to go! Thatz the
crucified and resurrected Christ! Not the New Age dude ushering in the
fantasy age of apparent bliss and human utopia; minus the God of all creation! Wanna be right
with God? Then make
your peace with him right now through his Son!:
"Lord, please forgive me for
rejecting you and dishonouring you, while
trying to make the world a better place, my way and without you!
How stupid and foolish of me Lord! Please change me, to be like you and fit in with you? In Jesus
name. Amen!"
Oh, how simple is this? Or, in contrast, how deceitful is sin (as the Bible says)? Right to the point of
providing fuzzy alternatives, or tearful manifestations, and buzz
substitutes for the truth! As the word says ... "if the dead rise not? let us eat and drink (and be merry); for to morrow we die!"
Being born again (biblically) is
nothing to do with "turning over a new leaf" by the way! Nor
is it anything to do with making a "new (year) resolution". Nor
is it
anything to do with being "reformed". Nor "reinventing",
"redefining" or improving yourself, for that matter! However, it
iz everything
to do with having your slate wiped clean by God, forever! As well as receiving a
brand new
life with a brand new start, by the act (not experience) of being dead to your old life and
alive unto
God. Anything else is just another religious experience. A temporary rush. Or
a recycled message. Or a cheap
substitute for reality. Or a futile shortcut in trying to make it
to
heaven while escaping the lake of flames to come. Oh, how we will do anything to side-step the reality of the situation or
invent an alternative to God's cross! Any experience but the real
one! However, there is no shortcut; nor
diversion of convenience; nor eazy way out around God's statues and
principles recorded in scripture. Here'iz how it goes (according to the New Testament) ... "knowing tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope"!
Notice
'experience' is near the end; which comes after hardship and eating
humble pie first? This way it looses itz froth and bubble while
reinforcing guaranteed hope not momentary ecstasy!
It maybe clever in mans eyes to formulate a slick and sophisticated
message that avoids the inevitable, but itz end is the way of
death. Herez'za story once told to me by a mate (now in me own
words) providing and proving a major point, I must say: There
once was a retired "old hat" (I mean ... "church pillar") who used to, from time to time, get
the occasional visitor calling in on
her and her very supportive hubby. When people
would drop in to say "hi" (hubby was quite well liked in the community,
you know) they would have no choice but in listening to
her "dynamic" story, feeding from "the experience" she once shouldered
those many many years ago, and would take great pleasure in reading out loud to whoever would call in.
"Have you not heard my experience before?" she would ask in her rather pushy manner, as people dropped in on the odd occasion.
"No," they would answer quite illusively! "However, we
have heard so much from others that it would be best to come from you." "Okay then," as she would respond quite vigorously, while motioning her request to her very frail and
compliant, and duty bound hubby, "Could you pleaze go up to the attic me dear, and get me experience?"
As the weeks and months
and years passed, as others would call in at various times, on an impromptu quest, they
in turn would have to listen to her experience.
"Dear, dear!" she would call,
turning to her docile and rather subdued hubby again and again, "Our visitors would very much
love to hear my experience. Please go and fetch it for me, me deary!"
"Yes dearr!" he would answer,
"Whatever you say", as he would turn and once again, slothfully, toddle
up the stairs to
collect the experience from the attic, after which his wife would
repeatedly, again and again, gladly read to whoever were present.
Then a day came when someone
called in for a cuppa, as in the manner of others before over the
years. Once
again, the keen and rather impetuous wife called on her
more-than-willing hubby to go and fetch her experience from the
attic.
Moreover, once again, "Yeeess dearr", was the reply, as her hubby went
about the slow and tread stomping task of retrieving her experience.
However, on this particular occasion there was a different response
from her hubby as he entered the lounge empty handed and sounding rather despondent and wary:
"Dearr!! Dearr!" he
exclaimed in a surprised and rather cautious, but relieved manner, "The rats have eaten yur ex-per-i-ence!"
Lesson ... better not to look for "an experience" coz it will
take
you away, anyway (oh, how folk luv to be entertained by mind gripping
stories and thrilling testimonies and get a rush by having their
intellect or emotions tickled. Or bored by platitude and
repetition). Better to seek God and his
kingdom first, then
"the experience" (if there ever happens to be one) will come naturally.