Commissioned as couriers

“The couriers who rode on royal horses, went out, hastened and pressed on by the kings command” Esther 8:14

BACKGROUND: That wicked Haman had persuaded the king to issue a decree ordering the extermination of the Jews. Queen Esther successfully exposed Haman’s plot against her people and a new decree was written, counteracting the previous one. So at the king’s command the order was given to send the decree by means of couriers to make it known through the entirety of the land. And so they went out, they hastened, they pressed on.

They went out….no easy thing in those days. It involved exposure to the elements and to the dangers associated with travel. But the message had to be taken and they were the ones commissioned to do it.

They hastened….this caught my attention. It is a word that means much more than might be thought at first glance. Much more than hurry……….it means to tremble inwardly, be alarmed or agitated. The lives of many people were on the line. Disaster loomed over their heads until the decree was delivered. The couriers understood this and trembled at the importance and magnitude of the task they had been given.

They pressed on……in the face of weariness and hardship, maybe wanting to give up and just go back home, yet they relentlessly persisted until their task had been accomplished. So many reasons to quit, but one over-riding reason to press on – the king’s command.

A command has been given in our day as well, by an infinitely more glorious and powerful King: “go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature” Mark 16:15. Perhaps we should consider how we are responding to such a command.
Are we going out? Has the gospel of the Lord Jesus moved us out of our comfort zones and propelled us into the harvest – the harvest in the nations, the harvest in our city, the harvest in the workplace, the harvest in our own homes? Are we content to just let someone else do it, hoping the message will get there somehow, preferring the comfort, safety and routineness of life as usual?

Do we have a proper sense of the urgency and importance of the message? Men perish eternally without the gospel. Souls are lost forever. There is no remedy for them once they step into eternity apart from the saving blood of Christ….only the certainty of eternal separation from God in a place of eternal suffering. Do we tremble over their fate? Does it ever cost us tears or sleepless nights? Doesn’t it just seem like it should?

We have been entrusted with delivery of the message to them that their destruction has been counteracted by the decree made on Calvary…”It is finished.” No longer must they live with wrath lingering just beyond their final breath. No longer must they live separated from the God who wants to be known as Father. The invitation has been issued from heaven for all to come.

But those who do not hear, cannot come.

Are we serving the Lord with endurance? I think often of the Apostle Paul’s command to Timothy – “you therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ” (2 Timothy 2:3). We must. Adversity and opposition will come as we go forward to take the message of grace to a world that insists on being offended at the cross. But we must press on. Retreat is not an option. And how can those of us who have tasted of this abundant life refuse to endure any difficulties necessary that we may bring others into this life?

My brothers and sisters who read this…..I have read over this multiple times seeking to remove any harshness from it. I have no desire to cause guilt or shame to anyone. But in my own life I find myself often needing a reminder of what is at stake. So many things crowd into our lives to distract us…..but the souls……let us not forget about the souls…….

They are waiting for the gospel.

But it didn’t hide the tears

Kelsy

Last Saturday I was with the ministry team on Bourbon Street during the VooDoo Fest weekend.  The street was crowded and filled with people in all kinds of outlandish costumes.  We had many people who stopped to talk and we were able to share the gospel with them and pray for them.  Sometimes there are people that stand out in your memory.  Kelsy is one of those people.  She had been standing by the cross for several minutes listening to the preaching.  As I made my way over to her she made eye contact with me and I began to talk to her about the content of the message being preached.  She didn’t say much, but listened intently as I shared the gospel message with her.  She had a mask over her eyes, but it couldn’t hide the tears that were rolling down her face.   She let me pray with her and she gave me her phone number.   Please pray that the Lord would open her heart to the message of His grace and that I would be able to maintain contact with her.

A New Year’s Eve like no other – Part 2

(Continued from previous post)

The team of about 16 people arrived on Bourbon Street at 11:00. After we prayed together, I found a spot to stand in the street and lifted up a prayer to the Lord that I might be useful to Him that night.

It was much more crowded than it had been the first time I went. The noise of music was louder and the smells were much stronger. Once again there were many mockers angrily cursing Jesus as they walked by us. But in the midst of it all, person after person stopped to talk to us. Some were angry and unbelieving and wanted to tell me. Some were backsliders who were convicted of their sin and angry. One such lady stood nose to nose with me, screaming at me with obscenities at the top of her voice. At one point she grabbed the back of my neck and I braced myself for what might be about to follow. I continued to respond to her with the Word of God and watched as right before my eyes she began to break and weep. She removed her hand from my neck and her friends pulled her away back into the crowd. I talked to many people that night who professed to be Christians and yet were partying it up on Bourbon Street. I encouraged them to forsake their friendship with the world and to walk in holiness for the glory of Jesus. Once again this week I saw people fall under conviction as they walked by the cross.

I have had people ask me (and I have asked myself) if this type of ministry is effective and profitable. I didn’t have an answer for that question until December, 2011. And now I can answer yes. I have seen God at work on Bourbon Street through the preaching of the gospel. I never would have thought I would be doing something like this. But over the last year the Lord has renewed my passion for the proclamation of the gospel and how I thank Him for the joy of being part of what He’s doing.

May we all, in whatever way the Lord provides, be faithful ambassadors of our Lord Jesus Christ, unashamedly making Him known in the earth.

The eve of Christmas eve on Bourbon Street – New Orleans

I never thought that I would ever spend any part of the holiday season, or any other season for that matter, on Bourbon Street.  For those of you who know anything about Bourbon Street (and it does have quite a reputation) I don’t need to add anything to that.   Even before I was a Christian, it wasn’t a place that I ever wanted to go.  It is a place of drunkenness, strip clubs and all manner of sin.

But recently I made contact with some people who are part of a ministry called Raven Street Ministry and they go to Bourbon Street every Friday and Saturday night for open air street church right in the middle of Bourbon Street.  On Friday, December 23rd, I made the trip with a few other people from Baton Rouge to New Orleans.  At 11:00 PM we met up in a parking lot with the rest of the people, and a total of about 15 of us began the walk to Bourbon Street.  The men carried the sound equipment and a large red cross about 10 feet tall.  We got to the 500 block of Bourbon Street and began to setup the cross and the equipment.  Although it was almost Christmas and the activity on Bourbon Street was less than a normal night, there were still many people out that night.

Five or six people took turns preaching and the rest of us stood either in the street or along side the street, talking to and praying with people who stopped.  I have been a part of street ministry before and have been active in evangelism in my hometown of Baton Rouge, but I was in no way prepared for what I saw this night.  The one verse that kinda sums it all up is this – “there is no fear of God before their eyes”.  I have never in my life witnessed such blatant and hateful mockery of Christ and His gospel.  I have seen street preachers before who preached such a distorted and hate-filled message that the mockery might be justified, but the gospel that was preached this night was wonderfully pure and complete – sin, righteousness, judgment, the love of God and Christ as the only Saviour.  And many people despised it.  One intoxicated middle aged woman actually came up and physically attacked our group and when she was finally separated away from us, she stood at a distance pointing her finger at us and screaming: “You are all white trash”, “Liars”, “Jesus would be so ashamed of you”.

Never in my life have I observed such hatred for Christ as I saw that night.  My heart broke for those people who were cursing the God who was giving them the very breath that they used to curse Him.  It seemed that if Jesus Himself had been there, they would have been shouting “Crucify Him!”  And still as Jesus was looking down upon them that night, He loved them and desired them to repent.

I felt as thought I was witnessing the battle between light and darkness.  And the darkness was very dark.  But still the light was shining.  The gospel was preached, Jesus was lifted up, and it was beautiful.

He said a lot of things but He’s never done anything for me

A brother from church called me yesterday, telling me that the Lord had put on his heart to go door to door witnessing to the people in his condo complex.  He wanted to get a few other people to come help him and asked if I wanted to come.

Last night’s witnessing had gone so well, and the people were attentive while we spoke to them, that I was very excited to have another chance to do it again so soon.  We met together and prayed and then split up into pairs.  Many people were not home.  Two people shut the door in my face.  And then there was the elderly man watering the grass as he puffed on his pipe.  He had to be in his eighties.  Two of us walked over to talk to him and when he heard the name of Jesus he became very agitated.   He insisted that he had a relationship with the Lord, but when we told him the Bible said Jesus is Lord, he became angry.  “He’s not my Lord. He said a lot of things, but He’s never done anything for me.”  And he walked away.

Jesus is Lord.  This man will one day be convinced of that.  My heart has been breaking for him all day.  I pray that the Holy Spirit will convince him of it before he meets Christ in eternity.

And He sent them out two by two

I had previously shared a bit about my experience years ago in street ministry.  I’ve thought about it a lot lately, remembering the joy there was in consistently sharing this wonderful gospel.   Somehow the cares of this life pulled me away from evangelism as a lifestyle.   Why I have been content in this state of affairs, I cannot understand.    But God, in His kindness, has rekindled within my heart the desire to make the gospel of Jesus known.  For several months now I have prayed for God to send a like minded person to partner with me.  And He has!

Tonight I went with my dear friend Michelle to an apartment complex close to our church.   It is terribly hot and humid here in Louisiana, but there were many people outside this afternoon….just waiting to hear the gospel.  So for an hour and a half Michelle and I walked around the complex and shared Christ with several individuals and several groups.  It was amazing to watch as the Spirit of God began to bring conviction of sin.  We felt that the Lord had led us to people who were ready to hear.   As it began to get dark we made our way back to the car, filled with joy.  People heard the gospel tonight.

One time I saw this man….

I was a new believer (saved just over one year) and I was driving to work.   There on the corner at the intersection of two busy streets I saw him standing.  It was not a place where you would expect someone to be standing because there were no sidewalks and no foot traffic in that area.  Thus he stood out.   I wondered what he was doing there and as I drove nearer I could tell that he was saying something so I put my window down so I could hear.   And what I heard was the sound of the gospel being preached.  I was so moved that I cried the rest of the way to work.

Others saw him that morning and labeled him as some crazy man.  My eyes had seen something different.  I’ve never forgotten him.  It was a very short time later that I had the opportunity to be involved in street ministry here in Baton Rouge and also in downtown New Orleans.   It’s been over 10 years ago, but the memories of those times are precious.  As I have been reflecting over this time in my life recently, one thing that I remember so clearly is that all of life was centered on Jesus, and in a very natural kind of way because we were daily sharing the gospel.  There was no need to continually turn the heart back to Jesus, because it dwelt there.

I love Jesus, and I want my life to be lived before Him in such a way that He is glorified in it.  Maybe it’s inherent in my personality type (or maybe just the fallen nature of man) but even such a spiritual desire has led me to selfishness.  A spiritual selfishness that is always looking inward in self examination, many times to the exclusion of looking upward and outward.  But God has begun to stir my heart concerning these things….and I am looking upward and looking outward and waiting to see what He will do.

Nagua – City of God

Several days ago I returned from my first ever missions trip, to Nagua, Dominican Republic. The trip was absolutely tremendous. So much happened that I hardly know where to start. But for 3 days we walked through the streets of Nagua and shared the gospel with people in their homes and businesses. We did not have one single instance of someone refusing to listen. And many, many people received Christ. We went into the prison and 2 ladies (of the 15 that are incarcerated) received Christ, with tears. We went into the hospital and the Lord healed a man who had some type of palsy and people got saved there too. We held church services each night and they were packed, with people standing outside in the streets to hear.

As much of a creature of habit as I am, and as much as I am accustomed to American comforts, I found myself adjusting to Nagua very quickly. It was hard to come back home and I still cry when I think about the time in Nagua.

Personally, this has affected me greatly. Sitting at a desk doing accounting for 8-10 hours a day doesn’t make sense anymore. Everybody said this would be a life changing experience. They were right.

Taking it to the streets – Part 2

The 4th of July weekend is usually a busy time in downtown Baton Rouge. It seemed a very good time to go share with people about the freedom available in Jesus Christ. This time we had a larger group of people from the church that went with us. (See Part 1 here) We were nervous, we were excited, but most of all we were desiring to see people’s lives impacted by the gospel.

This time I was paired up with a young man named Michael. He’s been saved about 3 years and is very passionate about Jesus. When he prays, the words practically explode from his heart. We worked very well together as a team and were able to share the gospel effectively with many people. There were some people who were not interested in what we had to say, but there were more who were interested and heard the gospel.

I know that there are people who feel like this type of thing is not successful if you haven’t “closed the deal” by leading someone in the sinner’s prayer, but I believe that every time the gospel is presented to a person it works in their heart. The gospel is the power of God unto salvation. Nobody can come into contact with that kind of power and walk away unchanged. I know that I never walk away unchanged.

My own heart is encouraged today as my sharing with others reminded me of the wonder of the gospel, the love of God, and the riches of His mercy in Jesus Christ.

The Walking Dead

The multitudes, the crowds of people
Nameless sea of humanity
Undone by sin, the walking dead
The heart of Jesus longs for these

Deceived and loving their deception
Plunging deeper into sin
They think not that the Lord is watching
They feel no need to repent

Death approaches yet they mock
No fear of God before their eyes
But judgment waits beyond this life
Before the Christ they have despised

As I look into each face
Their countenance shows forth no life
And my heart breaks, they are so lost
And yet they see no need for Christ

My heart is deeply stirred within me
I can sit no longer idly by
As precious souls that Jesus loves
Are doomed to the eternal fires

So let me be an instrument
A vessel for the Master’s use
A life surrendered to His plans
To be used as He would choose

Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: “Whom shall I send, And who will go for Us?” Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.” Isaiah 6:8