Henry Sloane
Coffin, formerly pastor of the Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church in New York,
once shared the true story of an elderly couple who had moved from North
Carolina to Oklahoma. Purchasing a small farm they eked out a modest living year
after year working the land. All their effort did provide for their basic needs
but little else. One day some men arrived on their property and asked the woman
for a drink from a well that she and her husband had dug. She was surprised to
see them take some of the water away in a bottle. Later the same men return and
offered the couple a sum that seemed generous and it was accepted. A pipe was
driven down between the house and the barn, and the quantity of the flow of oil
was the talk of the town. The woman was overheard saying to her husband: “To
think that we slaved here for years, and all this was at our doorstep, and we
never knew it.”
Coffin asks that
we discover in this story a glimpse of what it is for Christians to say with
their lips that they trust in Jesus Christ but continue to live as if there is
no God. There isn’t any concerted effort to know God, no intentional strategy
to become more like Christ. The result is that we plod through life by our own
strength expecting nothing more than what our efforts can produce. So
preoccupied with managing our daily affairs we never dig deep into the
resources of our faith to discover that very present with us is the uncommon
power of Jesus waiting to be released in our lives.
It is tragically
possible to be a member of the church all of one’s life and never discover the
riches of the faith. Yet, God’s power for conquering all the struggles and
difficulties that life seem to lavish upon each of us remains at our doorstep.
And every day we make an excuse for not engaging in a process for growing in
Jesus we struggle in poverty-stricken godlessness.
Joy,
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