I’ve had a major ‘memory-lane’ week this week. Been hearing from a lot of friends from school…some very good friends and feeling a bit sad that we haven’t kept in touch. People all married and getting married and stuff and I haven’t been around. This is part of being an officer – you move, you lose touch, things change, things happen. This week, as well as weddings and babies, I’ve heard about deaths and cancers and worries. I’ve heard doubts and fears, discerned insecurities, people who have become trapped in lives they are not sure of…but I’ve heard of great hope, perseverance, and a lot of happiness.
This week, I also was talking to another Christian worker in this community. I was explaining to her how alien the ‘church’ culture in England is to me. I also explained to her that I don’t really want to understand and appreciate where these people are coming from, because the more I do, the more I get detached from what life is like for those outside the church. I am a firm believer in the idea that The Salvation Army was designed to be a permanent mission to the lost.
I love The Salvation Army…uniform, music, flags, bands, covenants, soldiership, officership, citadels, corps, ranks, invasions, raids, brigades, salvation wars and all that…it really inspires me to break out of the inadequate, insecure, petrified person that is really me and to stand firm on Jesus Christ as a soldier of his. I put on my uniform and I’m part of something special God dreamed up to confound the wise.
I can’t stand, however, soldiers who live only to create civil war, to worry about the themselves more than others, to preserve their precious corps at the expense of the lost, and to live as if there was no war to fight at all. There is a little bit of this in everywhere perhaps, its not just to be found in the Bristol area. I just don’t get these things. They are lost on me. All I want to be is to be a part of the Army that ‘does what it says on the tin.’
We’ve had a gentleman move into our community recently, who is quite possibly the poorest person this community has seen for years. Thankfully, he has come to us. I look at him, his home, his ‘lot’, his lifestyle and I see a man who needs rescuing from himself, his habits, his sin, his consequences and his future! I remind myself that Jesus dreamed us up for men such as him. Serving him today has been sacramental.
We have to re-assess our priorities folks…the world still needs us!