I thought you would want to celebrate with us what happened to my brother-in-law Monday morning. A great friend of mine visited him at the hospital in ICU and was able to share Jesus Christ with him again. He was broken and eager to hear the Gospel and prayed to receive Christ as his personal Lord and Savior! I spoke with him later that night (and several times since then) and he just kept celebrating that God had made him a new man! I thought you would want to know as a reminder that God is still at work in the hearts of people and he is mighty to save! Please pray for him as he begins what will most likely be a long and very challenging journey.
Ten days ago, my sister left her second husband. She packed up, moved out and told him it was over. For as long as we can remember, he has struggled with alcohol and substance abuse and has had trouble keeping a job. Throughout the years, he’s become increasingly angry and possessive.
I guess she finally had her fill.
Yesterday morning, while most of us were asleep before launching dutifully into our full day of worship, church, and religious activities, he tried to commit suicide by getting drunk and overdosing on sleeping pills. Fortunately, they rushed him to the hospital, pumped his stomach and saved his life.
He’s in the hospital in recovery at this very moment.
Three weeks ago, my niece (not the daughter of my sister described above) left home having struggled all 19 years of her life to live a normal, healthy life with an intact family. So far, she’s been unsuccessful. Her home was plagued by legalism, superficial religiosity, substance abuse and domestic violence.
So, she left home (or was kicked out, we’re not really sure) and then called a relative to pick her up as she was walking alone on the highway with no food, no money and no place to live. She is caught up in substance abuse, sexual promiscuity (including several teen pregnancies) and all kinds of deceit.
And those are just the things we know about.
My parents divorced when I was five. My mom then remarried and divorced two more times. Our lives were full of alcohol abuse, domestic abuse and pain. There’s a lifetime of emotional carnage wrapped up in those divorces.
The world is full of broken people. My family is no exception. People whose lives have been chewed up and spit out by the spiritual death grip of the evil one. People with no hope, no purpose and no one who cares.
But God’s grace has invaded our lives.
I’ve chosen to be open about my messy family because it’s critical for those of us in ministry leadership to stay anchored in what really matters.
What really matters is this . . .
People need a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. We know Him, should share Him, then teach them to chase Him.
It’s really not about church growth, marketing or branding.