I’ve been studying a bit about eschatology/end times stuff
lately. I’m finishing up a couple of
years preaching through Luke’s Gospel and we’ve come to that point where Jesus speaks
of the end, the coming of the Son of Man, and so on.
The subject of Christ’s return sure has a way of getting
folks stirred up. Timothy Paul Jones
points out in the Rose Guide to End Times Prophecy that “Studying the end times
is a dangerous business. Once you begin
exploring this subject, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
He says, “A well-intended overemphasis on the end times has
been known to drive people to sport prophetic placards on street corners, to
stare at bar codes in search of that mysterious mark of the beast, to publish
faulty predictions of the world’s end, and to engage in a host of other
behaviors that are likely to result in lots of blank spaces in social
calendars.”
Well, I don’t want to delve into all those controversial
issues or predict any certain dates. What
my study of the subject has done is raise this question: If we truly believe Christ is returning,
whenever that might be, how concerned are we that others are prepared? Obviously, the first issue is to be sure of
our own readiness, to be sure that our own salvation is secure in Christ. But beyond that, do we really care who is
going?
Now, of course we say we care. We say we want our friends and family and neighbors
to join us in heaven, or at least most of them, anyway. (It’s a joke, people!) But do our lives match up to our mouths? If we really care about whether folks are
heaven bound, what are we doing about it?
We have so many people in our churches expending a great
deal of energy fighting over this or that issue, worrying about this or that
in-house church matter, etc. We fight
about music styles, and young vs. old, and dress codes, and who gets to do this
or that job, and who gets credit for this and that, and on and on. Meanwhile, our community continues in its sin,
and if Christ were to come today (which I truly believe He could), the great
majority of them would go to hell. What
if all our energies were spent in proclaiming the Gospel instead of stirring
the pot?
Now I know we can talk all day about God’s sovereignty in
all that. I’m a thoroughly reformed
Baptist in my theology, and I know that God’s sovereign plan will not leave out
any He has ordained to come to Him. But
the point is, while God knows, I don’t. And because I don’t, I ought to be about the
business of pleading with anyone and everyone to come to Christ, and to come
now!
I’ve really been convicted through this study that my focus
has been a little off. I spend so much
time putting out this and that fire, worrying about making this and that person
happy, that I haven’t spent nearly enough time and energy telling others about
salvation in Christ. Sure I preach it
every week, but what about Monday and Tuesday and so on?
What really got to me was sitting and listening to a little
Keith Green in my office. While my
musical tastes run a bit “louder” for the most part, I’ve always been particularly
moved by Green’s music. It’s so
passionate. In fact, Keith Green is
responsible for more songs that make me
cry than anyone else.
One song in particular is called Song to My Parents, or I
Only Want to See You There. It’s a
passionate plea to his parents, apologizing for his own weakness in sharing and
exampling Christ, acknowledging his imperfections, but reminding them that the
reason he keeps after it is because he only wants to see them there. There, meaning heaven, of course.
Is that our passion for our own family and friends? Can we say that we’ve done all we can to
preach Christ and Him crucified, to truly call men, women and children to
repentance; that we really do passionately want to see them there. Our Lord is indeed coming, today or tomorrow,
we don’t know. But He’s coming…who’s
going? And do we care?
Here’s the Keith Green song. As you listen, prayerfully think of those to
whom God would want you to go and preach Christ.
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