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The Grinch Who Stole “Revival”

The Grinch Who Stole Revival

There is one false belief concerning the End Times and the return of Christ that bothers me, probably because I believed it for so many years myself. It is more likely to be believed by Pentecostals than non. I’m still a Pentecostal—I’ve seen and experienced too many things in my forty-five years not to be.

The text in question is from Joel 2 beginning in verse 28: “And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your old men will see visions.” The takeaway from this by some, is that before Christ returns to take his Church, there will be a massive, worldwide revival resulting in millions of souls being swept into the Kingdom of God as well as a general reviving of our churches. There is much preaching on it, some Gospel music promotes it, and many books have been written that support it. So much so that if I didn’t know better, I would start to think I’m not a very faith-believing Christian myself.

But as glorious as this revival would be, this is not what the text is saying. This is where the Grinch comes in. Joel’s prophesied revival won’t happen while the present church is still on the earth, which is obvious when you read what Jesus said about the last day’s church. In Luke 18, he said, “Nevertheless, when the Son of Man returns, will he find faith on the earth?” And in the Book of Revelation chapter three, speaking to the Philadelphia church, the truest of the seven churches, he said to them, “I know that you have little power, and yet you have kept my word.”

This is not a picture of a last day’s church in bounce hopping off the chart revival, but a group of sincere, humble believers who understand their weaknesses and have drawn close to God and are not ashamed to depend on him for their strength and peace. It is not the kind of church that will be flashed across the glossy front covers of Christian magazines, but the kind that has endured through difficult times and has kept his word.

In reading the rest of Joel’s prophecy in verse 30, this false belief is further exposed. He continued, “There will be blood and fire and columns of smoke, and the sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood.” Perhaps Joel even saw this in a vision. These are not the signs in the sky that will be seen just prior to the Rapture, but they are the prophesied signs that will take place during the Tribulation period, probably toward the very end of it. At this time there will be a great revival where multitudes will come to Christ. And in verse 32, he clearly shows that these multitudes being saved, Jews and Gentiles alike, are survivors of the Tribulation. It reads, “For in Mount Zion and in Jerusalem there shall be those who escape…and among the survivors shall be those whom the Lord calls.”

This particular misunderstanding of scripture is not basic to salvation and shouldn’t be a cause for division among believers. Nevertheless, a misreading of this text from Joel will likely cause some sincere Christians needless confusion and frustration about the End Times.

Sorry to be the Grinch who stole revival, but better to live in a grounded understanding of truth than to live with a grand delusion that will leave many people disheartened and burnt out. But there is one thing believers can look forward to with certainty, and that is the Rapture of the true Church. The word “rapture” comes from the Latin word “raptu,” which means “caught away” or “caught up.” Paul promised in 1Thes.4:17, “For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.”

I believe we are living in a time when this is imminent as never before, even at the door, as the bride prepares to meet her groom. Not a time to fear about being good enough—if that’s your fear, you already are—

but a time to be expecting to look into the face of Jesus and to be surrounded by the saints of all Ages, with angels singing, the Father smiling, as we are welcomed into our eternal Home, never to be separated from Jesus ever again for all eternity.

And about that last day’s revival. After receiving our rewards and crowns and after enjoying the Marriage Supper of the Lamb, I believe we will be able to look down and witness that revival as it’s happening. And then, at the Lord’s command, we will join him, riding on horses, accompanied by a countless number of angels, in returning to earth and watching Jesus destroy the last vestiges and strongholds of Evil, simply by speaking a single word. There may not be a Nuremberg-type trial for this world’s evil players, but there will be a final judgment on them that will be far worse. There will be no place to hide for them, even if they’re circling above us in their silly rockets.

CALLING OUT

With all the disinformation and propaganda coming from almost every quarter during this made-to-order “pandemic,” there is something to be thankful for on this 400^th anniversary of Thanksgiving. That is, there is a sometimes-unlikely group of brave souls, a “calling out” of those who can see the Evil that is happening in our world, while others living in that same world cannot. Call it what you may, I believe we are seeing an Ancient Evil afoot in our world, one who is rightfully called “The Father of Lies, emerging from the bowels of the earth, but one that is only allowed to exercise his havoc for an appointed time.

I believe this calling out is from God. Not that it’s only some Christians who are seeing the light, but it’s a calling out of those whom God has chosen as His own. This group doesn’t always have much in common other than having a noble heart and a love for Truth. It’s a reminder that God doesn’t see things as Man does—He is not as concerned with some outer habits as He is with matters of the heart.

God is not a politician groveling for your vote. He is not a preacher only looking for your sin. He’s a God who knows His own before they were even born, and though it is a mystery to me, I am thankful this Thanksgiving that He has chosen me. And even though some who know His “calling” have not yet come in from the world, I am thankful for his patience and persistence in pursuing them until we are all safely home.

THE IMMORTAL BLOOD SERIES

My time traveling romantic comedy, A Wife Worth Living, was written to give me a way through the stress and fears of caring for my wife after she had a stroke while we were living in Mexico. Twice I thought she had died. Without my asking, I believe God gave me the whole outline while I was driving an egg truck to Portland. He still does that sometimes; I mean, gives us messages. Writing this also enabled me to keep up my spirit and gave me a chance to have some fun with God.

Its sequel, just released, The Blood of Champions is my attempt to make sense of our suddenly darkened world and to offer some comic and spiritual relief for the frazzled and fearful. It is also designed to bring hope and discerning clarity in a day where both are being sold off to the highest bidder. And as a bonus, it provided me with some much-needed mental and spiritual therapy. I hope it will do the same for you.

IMMORTAL BLOOD SERIES BOOK 2

In this time traveling sequel to A Wife Worth Living, Roger Appleby, a recovering nerd, and his new bride Grete, a PTSD stroke survivor, time travel with their family from 19^th century native America to the 21^st century insurrection. How does Oliver transition from being a teenaged “Thunderbird god” to a time traveling P.O.W. in Fidel Castro’s Cuba, and finally, to be caught up in a modern-day Marxist revolution? Why does Heidi, a homespun farm girl get “woked” and take to her dark side and the rioting streets of Portland? What did one of the world’s top microbiologists discover that alarmed him about the government-mandated vaccine? And how can they get help from a man who lives in a tree and died over a hundred years ago? The Blood of Champions will take you there in real time.

A Wife Worth Living

So excited about the book cover for my new book. Finding a bizarre guy and girl in a wheelchair wasn’t easy. But it reflects the spirit of the story. It’s NOW available on Amazon.

Christian novels without the cheese

Are you fed up with reading Christian novels that are:

1) Cheesy romance stories with endings you could have predicted by page 10?

2) Ones that give you PTSD around the End Times?

3) How about preachy ones with stereotypical advice on why you’re not measuring up?

Then, I invite you to read, mine, for what I believe will be a refreshing, out-of-the-box, belly-laughing, yet insightful change: “When Elephants Fight” and “A Wife Worth Living,” both available on Amazon Kindle.Christian novels without the cheese

Job had badass faith.

When a Christian suffers, is it because he has sinned and needs correction, or are there other reasons that are far more probable? The best example given in God’s Word concerning suffering and trials is found in the Book of Job. Job lost everything he had, his possessions, his family, and even his health. There are some who believe that when a Christian suffers, it is because God is correcting them for some unconfessed sin in their lives. Although this can be true, it is far from the most common reason. Usually, the suffering, mature Christian has no idea why he is experiencing a trial. If he did, the growth he could gain in faith would be lessened, so God often allows the saint not to know the “whys.”

Job is the story of a good man suffering for no apparent reason. In contrast, the Apostle Paul suffered for his “thorn in the flesh,” knowing that it was to keep him from becoming overly puffed up by all the revelations he was receiving. We know this because Paul specifically asked God about the “whys,” and God told him. We know that David lost his child that was born to him from his adulterous relationship with Bathsheba and because he murdered her husband. This time, God told him that the child’s death was punishment for his sins. And the sin in the Garden, well, we all know what that cost our first parents.

But outside of these examples, I know of no other instance in the Bible where God explained to a godly person why they were suffering. So, why did Job suffer the loss of everything? I believe one reason was that he was the perfect target for Satan, not because of sin, but because of his righteousness, and God had confidence that Job was badass enough to handle it. serveimage (2) His trial was not punishment or correction, but a back-handed compliment from God that he was up for the challenge, and that forever he would prove as an example of how godly people should respond to tragedies and other distressing situations in their lives. An additional reason, I believe, was to be a witness to unbelievers of the reality of God and his faithfulness, even in the worst of circumstances. And as an aside, that when the devil boasted that Job would curse God to His face, it had to be satisfying for God to put it back in the devil’s face instead.

I believe another reason for Job’s ordeal was so that God could confront his “friends,” and their legalistic, judgmentalism toward Job. Often times, the worst part of a righteous person’s suffering is the condemning attitude of the very people that should be a comfort to them. Finger-pointing, pharisaical, self-righteous critics, who apparently believe the Holy Spirit has retired and has appointed them as His replacement, only increase the believer’s misery and often leads them to self-condemnation and isolation. The more mature you are, the more likely God lets you experience trials that have nothing to do with you, but He allows them for the sake of others.

When Elephants Fight by Alan Kern

Why did Solomon Tate punch out a fellow missionary, befriend a witch doctor, experience a “holy laughter” manifestation, while trying to expose its dangers, and stare down a wild bull elephant? How will he conquer his fear of confronting abusive church leaders? What choices will two Xhosa brothers make when they are confronted with the Gospel and compelled to choose between cultural witchcraft and biblical Christianity, and how will they live out those consequences? What spiritual connection is there between the lidloti spirits, dancing in the “borrowed bodies” of an African sangoma, and the involuntary convulsions of hyper-charismatics?

Why did Solomon Tate punch out a fellow missionary, befriend a witch doctor, experience a “holy laughter” manifestation, while trying to expose its dangers, and stare down a wild bull elephant? How will he conquer his fear of confronting abusive church leaders? What choices will two Xhosa brothers make when they are confronted with the Gospel and compelled to choose between cultural witchcraft and biblical Christianity, and how will they live out those consequences? What spiritual connection is there between the lidloti spirits, dancing in the “borrowed bodies” of an African sangoma, and the involuntary convulsions of hyper-charismatics?

Blog 14: “Grace”

Yesterday, Laurie and I made our first visit across the bay to the island of Cozumel.
Half hour by ferry—they say if you’re prone to seasickness you shouldn’t worry about this trip. Half way across, I asked for the plastic bag, but thankfully, I didn’t need it. We went there for Laurie’s neurologist’s visit, but we had been given an incomplete address and several taxi drivers I spoke with had no idea where the doctor’s office was. So, I approached a police pickup and inquired. They didn’t know either, but they invited us onboard while they drove around and figured it out. And they did, getting us to the doctor with five minutes to spare. I reciprocated by buying the three of them lunch.

Afterwards, we taxied the twelve miles to Punta Morena, on the far side of the island, away from the tourists, much less developed, but far better beaches and ate fifty feet from the crashing waves. Laurie was in beachcombing heaven. On the ferry back, Laurie rode on the upper deck with the wind blowing through her hair, while I chose to read “The Good Years” by Walter Lord in the a/c, cushioned seats down below. I’m not sure where the term “Montezuma’s Revenge” came from, I’ll have to look it up.

In the gospels, there’s a scene where Jesus’ disciples want to know who will be greatest in the Kingdom. Jesus takes a child and sets him on his lap for a demonstration. Children in that culture were not viewed as they are today, like treasured things that adults revolve their lives around. In that day, children were not valued much at all. Another thing about children is that there isn´t one thing they can do, good or bad, to increase or decrease their parent’s love or position with them.

So, there were at least two reasons Jesus used the child to demonstrate God’s love. One: Jesus is not looking for the high and mighty who wear their blue ribbons of religious activities like prized bulls at the county fair. He’s far more interested in those whose halos are a bit tarnished, bent up out of shape, cracked, and occasionally sliding off their heads, but He has their heart. Also, God isn´t judging us by our perfections or imperfections but by His unchanging perfect righteousness that He is freely given to us.

Maybe this isn’t much of a revelation to you, but for me, having come out of a legalistic church group after thirty years, where you were judged by how many times you punched the time clock for church attendance, it is this grace that I desperately need. I remember part of a praise song from those days that went like this: “I have climbed up, that much higher, in that good old Gospel way.” Since we never heard any sermons on grace, it never occurred to me that you couldn’t climb up higher. They did, however, mock a church across town called “Grace Chapel,” for having “greasy grace.” But I need that grace, and I don´t care how greasy it is. In fact, I´ve got a lot of ”greasy grace” to catch up on, because my halo of self-sufficient religiosity has taken a hit.

If you´ve been battered by life’s circumstances, at least you know you’re in good company with millions of saints that have gone before. In fact, the godliest of them all suffered the most rejection, abuse by religious Pharisee’s, family rebuffs, misunderstandings, slander, betrayals, not to mention physical torture and death. Now, there’s a happy thought.

So, man up Buckwheat, the best is always yet to come. This world is passing like a comet, never to be seen the same again. Those who are clinging to it as if it’s the greatest necessity in life will be the ones holding onto empty hopes and dreams. Our hope is unfading, untarnished, unblemished, “which is reserved in heaven for us, that is beyond the reach of change or decay.” 1Peter 1:4

Blog 13 Father’s Day

I haven’ blogged lately because I’m doing the final edit of my novel: Working title, When Elephants Fight. It should be out in e-book by the end of June and I expect all three of you following my blog to buy ten copies each and tell fifty friends to do the same. Or not.

In shooting “hoops” this morning, a teenaged boy, who had been sleeping on the court, was awakened by my playing. He packed up his sleeping gear, and noticing a few coins I had by my stuff (I no longer bring my cell phone, for obvious reasons), he asked me if he could have a one-peso coin, about a nickel in U.S. change. I gladly gave it to him. Had he asked for much more he would have gotten it.
A recent sermon from our new pastor here at Cornerstone Church, preached recently on prayer. One particular statement he made has stuck with me: ¨When you pray, pray for large things. God likes to be challenged.” Just like that boy who only asked for a single peso, I know I have often asked too small of very large and generous God. So, Laurie and are asking for enough funds in our budget, after we visit family in Oregon, to be able to live wherever we like, in an English speaking Caribbean island, so we don’t have a language barrier.
Yesterday, as I was walking some distance to a pharmacy to get medications for Laurie, I felt God’s presence, actually I have felt Him closer for the past two months, ever since we arrived in Mexico and Laurie had her stroke. I thanked God for His presence, favor, and provision for our lives (the insurance company covered our medical bills). I felt Him speak back to me that He’s always been there. I knew this was true, in theory, but most of my forty-one years of salvation I’ve never felt Him this close. I don’t have anyone now between me and God interpreting this relationship for me, and that has made the difference.
Laurie received some wrong medications two weeks ago and it set her back physically. She’s back on the right stuff now and is much better again these past few days, the strongest she’s been since the stroke. She spent the entire day, church and a restaurant with no wheelchair, only a cane

Today was Father’s Day and she took me out for the biggest ribeye steak I’ve ever seen. The owners of the restaurant, 500 Gramos Grill, Josie the Italian chef and Maury from Chile, told us Mexico has great cuts of steaks, but they don’t know how to fix them (no argument from me). Truly, it was the best steak of my life. Happy Father’s Day to all.