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  • July 11, 2014 - Reflections

    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...




It's Gonna Rain

By Clyde Hughes
Nov. 17, 2013

“I believe that if there is one thing which pierces the Master’s heart with unutterable grief, it is not the world’s iniquity, but the church’s indifference.” — F.B. Meyer

The Church has shined the brightest when we see as He sees, when we feel as He feels, and when we hear as He hears. God’s Church is most useless when we develop as a social club for the spiritually elite instead of being the lifesaving station on the coastline of life.

Are our churches more a serviceman’s club where we become intoxicated with our own spirituality than medical aid stations for the wounded? Have we become more like a country club for the rich than an emergency room in the ghetto? Has our model for church copied the jubilation of a national political party touting our superiority rather than the ambulance crew picking up the bloody wounded, stabbed, shot, beaten and terrified?

Jesus is the hope for the hopeless. He’s the sinner’s Savior. He’s strength for the weak. He’s the way for the lost. He’s courage for the fearful. He’s the Mender of the broken. He’s sight for the blind, the feeder for the hungry, and the comforter of the grieving. But His church is to be the dealer in hope.

So why not pick up some bandages, a cup of cold water, a bowl of warm soup, a handkerchief, a prayer cloth, a helping hand, and a broad shoulder and join Jesus on His beat. He’s been walking it by himself for quite a while now.

How do you begin? Like the sonar of a bat that directs it to an in-flight insect, the natural sensitivity of a Christlike Christian draws us to the whimpers no one else hears, the tears others do not see, and the hurt nobody else senses. One need at a time, one heart at a time, will do fine.

When every Christian begins to feel as Jesus felt, every need will begin to find its relief. A Christian is a mind through which Christ thinks, a heart through which Christ loves, a voice through which Christ speaks, a hand through which Christ helps.

Why not? After all, my Jesus was not crucified in a multimillion-dollar cathedral or on an extravagant Christian television set. He died neither in a seminary nor a country club. Rather, Jesus died at the town dump, where soldiers cursed and thieves gathered, where prostitutes plied their trade, and where the filth of society celebrated its greatest successes.

That is where Jesus died, that is what Jesus died for, and that is what Jesus was about. And that is what His followers must be about! Elsewise we are members in the wrong church.

Somewhere in your neighborhood or town, it’s gonna rain tonight. The only question is whether you will be there to wipe a tear away or let it uselessly run off the cheek of a hopeless soul Jesus died for. Tonight’s weather forecast: scattered rain throughout the city. Watch out for the runoff.


DR. CLYDE HUGHES is general overseer of the International Pentecostal Church of Christ.

 

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