Well, I can truly say that our carolling programme has been a resounding success, depending on how you define success. No-one was saved that we know of, so failure there, but, we must have made at least 500-700 positive contacts with people with the good news of the gospel here in our little community. I reckon that is fairly good going. I guess the greater success comes when we start to build on that into the New Year…2005.
We’ve all seen a little tiny glimpse of what greater visibility in the community can mean. I am sure that we’ll be able to translate that experience into different seasons throughout the year. Lots of little ideas floating around that brain…just need to sort out the ones that will be of more significance towards soul saving.
Right now, I’m flat as a pancake, but in a few days my brain will kick in and I’ll come bounding back with all the enthsiasm and drive needed for the great new opportunities that lie ahead. That is, once I get my mind past Christmas.
I confess to having felt sick in the stomach over these last few days with my shocking wealth and affluence. Yeah, I’m a Salvation Army officer and on low income and all the rest, but my wealth still sickens me. This isn’t really just something that is sparked by Christmas mania, trips to Romania or even scenes of devastation in Asia from tidal waves. It is something I struggle with weekly, daily.
And…I struggle with the wealth of others too. Someone once said “If I give bread to the poor I am a saint, but if I ask why the poor are poor, I am a communist.”
I think in that sense, I am a communist. I reckon that the reason people thought communism was a good idea is because at its roots, undefiled by corruption and mankind, sharing of resources is a deeply Christian ideal. Its God’s idea…it works.
I wasn’t brought up wealthy, in fact we were relatively poor in my younger days, so maybe that’s why. But then really I see it is much more than that. In many areas of life I am given to extremes..I can be an extreme person. And I guess if it weren’t for the fact that I drum up the excuse of making my family ‘comfortable’ I’d probably be content to own nothing but a few books and two or three uniforms!! But there we go.
The battle rages in my heart over material wealth, continually asking if I can really serve God and money at the same time. The Word gives the answer, doesn’t it? It quite blatantly states that you cant serve two masters. And of course, that is further developed in the story of the Rich Young Man who went away miserable because he had trouble removing the one thing from His life that would prevent him enjoying a full relationship with God.
Extremism & freedom? Our world shows us how closely these ideals can be related. I’ll think about it.
yours in Jesus