Be the Church (Matthew 5:13-16)
August 26th, 2008Introduction: Have you read our mission statement? “Berlin Baptist Church seeks to glorify God, share Jesus Christ, equip believers, love and serve others.” I can tell you with absolute certainty we have not yet completed this mission. If you are a Christian, I’m calling on you this morning to join us in this quest to glorify God, share the Lord Jesus Christ, build up Christians and show by our deeds that we really do love others. I believe that this is what Christ has called me to, and I will not back away from it one iota. Want proof? Listen to the Savior speak as Matthew records His words in his fifth chapter.
What has Christ called the Church to be?
- We are called to be salt
- The purpose of salt
- To preserve – rubbed into meat to stop the spread of decay
- 84 million Americans claim to have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Where is the effect? “A pound of meat surely would be affected by a quarter pound of salt. If this is real Christianity, the ‘salt of the earth,’ where is the effect of which Jesus spoke?” William Iverson ”You know what your own country is like. I’m a visitor, and I wouldn’t presume to speak about America. But I know what Great Britain is like. I know something about the growing dishonesty, corruption, immorality, violence, pornography, the diminishing respect for human life, and the increase in abortion. Whose fault is it? Let me put it like this: if the house is dark at night, there is no sense in blaming the house. That’s what happens when the sun goes down. The question to ask is, “Where is the light?” If meat goes bad, there is no sense in blaming the meat. That is what happens when the bacteria are allowed to breed unchecked. The question to ask is, “Where is the salt?” If society becomes corrupt like a dark night or stinking fish, there’s no sense in blaming society. That’s what happens when fallen human society is left to itself and human evil is unrestrained and unchecked. The question to ask is “Where is the church?” John Stott, “Christians: Salt and Light,” Preaching Today, Tape No. 109
- The problem of salt: Salt can be polluted
- Combined with other chemicals it can become ineffective
- Unrefined, the actual salt may be dissolved leaving behind a residue that looks like salt but in actuality is merely white dust.
- The opportunity of salt
- Teaching that makes a difference: “Several months ago I was on a TV show to discuss with other panel members recent problems plaguing the Jackson, Mississippi, community. The city council was in disarray because the council president and another councilman were headed off to jail. The council president was caught making shady deals with a strip club in relation to a re-zoning ordinance. The panel moderator, a news lady named Katina Rankin, looked at me and asked, “Matt, whose fault is all of this?” Suddenly, I became agitated. I prepared to tell her in dramatic on-air fashion that we are a nation of laws and that the council president trampled on those laws. If we were looking to place blame, there was only one place to put it—smack dab in his lap as he sat in his well-deserved jail cell. That is what I was going to say. But I never got the words out. One of the panelists sitting next to me was a gentleman named John Perkins—author, teacher, community developer, and national evangelical leader. Before I could respond, Perkins answered, “It’s my fault.” All heads turned his way. He elaborated. “I have lived in this community for decades as a Bible teacher. I should have been able to create an environment where what our council president did would have been unthinkable because of my efforts. You want someone to blame? I’ll take the blame. All of it.” The Clarion-Ledger (8-09-00); submitted by Matt Friedeman, Jackson, Mississippi
- Choices that make a difference: It was an episode of Law & Order that confronted Christian recording artist Natalie Grant with the horrors of child sex trafficking in South Asia. When she turned off the television set, she knew she was being called to do something for the 6 million children who are sold and abused worldwide. Later that evening she discovered two faith-based organizations that rescue children from prostitution: Shared Hope and International Justice Mission. In an article for Today’s Christian, Grant tells the story of how this one startling night led to a trip overseas that forever changed her outlook on life and ministry: Within a matter of months, my husband, Bernie, and I traveled to Mumbai (formerly Bombay), India, with Shared Hope and its founder, former congresswoman Linda Smith. There we were able to see, firsthand, the tragedy of child slavery and what is being done to stop it. I will never forget what I saw there. I don’t want to forget. There I was in broad daylight, walking down the street in Mumbai, when I spotted a precious little girl looking down on us from an upper-story window. She couldn’t have been more than seven. Her piercing, dark eyes stared out at me. Her hand was reaching out from between the bars of a cage, not unlike something people here in the States would keep animals in. My eyes locked on hers, for just a few seconds, and I knew that…there in that cage, that was her life. I knew that every day people walked by on the street below, and they didn’t even notice her. There was an Indian man named Deveraj who runs a rescue ministry walking with us. He said, “That’s where they hold the new girls. They only let them out to service clients.” It was all I could do not to throw up. I started sobbing, there in the street. From there, we were able to travel out from the city to a place they call the Village of Hope. When they are able to rescue girls from the brothels in the cities, they take them to this wonderful place—the first real home many of them have ever had. And they feed them, clothe them, give them an education, and teach them about God. It was amazing to see these little girls, these pre-teen and teenage girls who had experienced the most unimaginable tragedies and abuses in their young lives, safe and happy. Completely restored. Living, breathing pictures of the peace of God… The week before we left for India, I ruptured my left vocal chord and was told I couldn’t speak a word for 30 days. At first, I didn’t think I would be able to make the trip. But in my heart, I knew God still wanted me to go. I had no idea my doctor-imposed silence would be a blessing in disguise. So often I speak before I think and verbalize without fully processing everything. Now I wasn’t able to speak a word, and as a result I think I felt deeper and was able to truly listen and understand those I met in a much deeper way. At the Village of Hope, I met these two little girls, both 5 years of age. One had already been used as a prostitute for a year and the other had AIDS. Both were now safe and happy, living with newfound hope. Those sweet girls wanted to pray for me, for my sore throat. And did they ever. I had never been prayed for like that before in my life. In their heartfelt prayers, I felt a faith and spiritual wisdom that was far beyond their age. It was a moment that will stay with me forever. I had grown up in church all my life, and I always felt I had a pretty good grasp of the power of redemption in our lives, but I had never understood it more clearly than I did that day. In the middle of those smiling girls, their eyes full of life and bright hope, I found a treasure I knew I had to share. When Bernie and I returned home, I reflected on what I’d seen and experienced in India. I knew I couldn’t go back to the status quo. I had never felt more alive, more determined to do something that mattered. I’d always believed that God had given me a voice to sing and that he had created the opportunities I’d been given to make a career and a living doing what I love. But God used India and those little girls to show me that my work as an artist should be so much bigger than it is. I’m not just here to sing. I’m here to give my life away, to share the knowledge I’ve been given, to tell others about my experience in India, and to do what I can to support the mission efforts there. I want my music to be more than pleasant songs. I want to inspire people to be instruments of God’s peace and justice in the world. Because when we are open and willing to be used in the lives of others, God can light up even the darkest of places. Natalie Grant (as told to Melissa Riddle), “Taking On a Giant,” Today’s Christian (January/February 2006)
- Living that makes a difference: “The main problem with American Christians is not that they aren’t where they should be but that they are not what they should be right where they are as doctors, housewives, lawyers, computer salesmen, or nurses.” (Os Guinness, quoted by Howard Hendricks, “Beyond the Bottom Line). “Our family is deciding where to send our 13-year-old to school. I visited a Christian school not long ago. In a moment of quiet, I asked two faculty members this question. “What is the ultimate goal of our education?” I thought I had tipped my hand with the word “ultimate.” They smiled as though they’d been waiting for this question. They said, “Our goal in this institution is to train minds of young people so that they will think critically and become fully human.” They wondered why I didn’t respond more energetically, and their faces looked questioning. I said, “I thought maybe the mission statement of a Christian school would be different than an atheistic school.” They were shocked. I said, “I just thought you’d say, ‘To glorify God and enjoy him forever,’ or something like that.” They said, “Oh, we assume that.'’ I did not say, “God doesn’t like to be assumed.” I thought it, but I didn’t say it. I say it to you, and you’re getting the overflow of that emotion. John Piper, “God Is an Important Person,” Preaching Today, Tape No. 125
- We are called to be light
- The purpose of light
- Light illumines: makes it possible to see things as they truly are
- Light attracts: illuminates the way to safety
- The person of Light
- Jesus Christ! John 8:12; 12:35,36)
- Those who follow Christ – the Church- reflect His light
- The challenge of light
- To avoid the temptation to hide
- To accept the opportunity to shine:
- A Trip to the Bathroom:While serving with Operation Mobilization in India in 1967, tuberculosis forced me into a sanitarium for several months. I did not yet speak the language, but I tried to give Christian literature written in their language to the patients, doctors, and nurses. Everyone politely refused. I sensed many weren’t happy about a rich American (to them all Americans are rich) being in a free, government-run sanitarium. (They didn’t know I was just as broke as they were!) The first few nights I woke around 2:00 A.M. coughing. One morning during my coughing spell, I noticed one of the older and sicker patients across the aisle trying to get out of bed. He would sit up on the edge of the bed and try to stand, but in weakness would fall back into bed. I didn’t understand what he was trying to do. He finally fell back into bed exhausted. I heard him crying softly. The next morning I realized what the man had been trying to do. He had been trying to get up and walk to the bathroom! The stench in our ward was awful. Other patients yelled insults at the man. Angry nurses moved him roughly from side to side as they cleaned up the mess. One nurse even slapped him. The old man curled into a ball and wept. The next night I again woke up coughing. I noticed the man across the aisle sit up and again try to stand. Like the night before, he fell back whimpering. I don’t like bad smells, and I didn’t want to become involved, but I got out of bed and went over to him. When I touched his shoulder, his eyes opened wide with fear. I smiled, put my arms under him, and picked him up. He was very light due to old age and advanced TB. I carried him to the washroom, which was just a filthy, small room with a hole in the floor. I stood behind him with my arms under his armpits as he took care of himself. After he finished, I picked him up, and carried him back to his bed. As I laid him down, he kissed me on the cheek, smiled, and said something I couldn’t understand. The next morning another patient woke me and handed me a steaming cup of tea. He motioned with his hands that he wanted a tract. As the sun rose, other patients approached and indicated they also wanted the booklets I had tried to distribute before. Throughout the day nurses, interns, and doctors asked for literature. Weeks later an evangelist who spoke the language visited me, and as he talked to others he discovered that several had put their trust in Christ as Savior as a result of reading the literature. What did it take to reach these people with the gospel? It wasn’t health, the ability to speak their language, or a persuasive talk. I simply took a trip to the bathroom. Doug Nichols, Bothell, Washington. Leadership, Vol. 15, no. 2.
- Doctor Moved by Young Boy’s Prayer: In the fall of 2005, my 9-year-old son, Austin, had his tonsils removed. Before the surgery, an anesthesiologist came in to start an IV. He was wearing a cool surgical cap covered in colorful frogs. Austin loved that “frog hat.” When the doctor started to leave, Austin called out, “Hey, wait.” The doctor turned. “Yeah, buddy, what do you need?” “Do you go to church?” “No,” the doctor admitted. “I know I probably should, but I don’t.” Austin then asked, “Well, are you saved?” Chuckling nervously, the doctor said: “Nope. But after talking to you, maybe it’s something I should consider.” Pleased with his response, Austin answered, “Well you should, ’cause Jesus is great!” “I’m sure he is, little guy,” the doctor said, and quickly made his exit. When Austin’s surgery was finished, the anesthesiologist came into the waiting room to talk to me. He told me the surgery went well, then said, “Mrs. Blessit, I don’t usually come down and talk to the parents after a surgery, but I just had to tell you what your son did.” Oh boy, I thought. What did that little rascal do now? The doctor explained that he’d just put the mask on Austin when my son signaled that he needed to say something. When the doctor removed the mask, Austin blurted, “Wait a minute, we have to pray!” The doctor told him to go ahead, and Austin prayed: “Dear Lord, please let all the doctors and nurses have a good day. And Jesus, please let the doctor with the frog hat get saved and start going to church. Amen.” The doctor admitted that this had touched him. “I was so sure he would pray that his surgery went well,” he explained. “He didn’t even mention his surgery. He prayed for me! Mrs. Blessit, I had to come down and let you know what a great little guy you have.” A few minutes later, a nurse came to take me to post-op. She had a big smile on her face as we walked to the elevator. “There’s something you should know,” she said. “Some of the other nurses and I have been witnessing to and praying for that doctor for a long time. After your son’s surgery, he tracked a few of us down to tell us about Austin’s prayer. He said, ‘Well girls, you got me. If that little boy could pray for me when he was about to have surgery, then I think maybe I need his Jesus, too.’” Tina Blessit, “A Prayer Before Surgery,” Today’s Christian (July/August 2006), p. 27
- Poor man Returns Watch: In 1972, a young Egyptian businessman named Farahat lost an $11,000 watch. He was stunned when a garbage man dressed in filthy rags found it and returned it to him. Farahat asked him why he didn’t just keep the watch. The garbage man said, “My Christ told me to be honest until death.” Farahat later told a reporter: “I didn’t know Christ at the time, but I told [the garbage man] that I saw Christ in him. I told [him], ‘Because of what you have done and your great example, I will worship the Christ you are worshiping.’” Farahat studied the Bible and grew in his faith. Two years later he visited the garbage man’s village outside Cairo, where between 15,000 and 30,000 people were living in poverty and squalor. There was no electricity or running water. Alcohol, drugs, and gambling were pervasive. Men, women, and children sifted through huge mountains of garbage, looking for something of value that could be sold for cash or traded for food. Farahat found himself reflecting on the words of Jesus: “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” He also remembered the words of the apostle Paul in 1 Corinthians 4:13: “We have become as the scum of the world, the dregs of all things.” It was soon thereafter that Farahat and his wife began ministering to people’s spiritual and material needs. They preached the gospel throughout Egypt, and thousands of people turned to Christ. In 1978, Farahat was ordained by the Coptic Orthodox Church and became known as Father Sama’an. Now, about 10,000 believers meet in a large cave outside the garbage village. It is the largest church of believers in the Middle East. In May of 2005, a day of prayer was held for Muslims to turn to Christ. More than 20,000 Arab Christians gathered. The event was also broadcast on a Christian satellite TV network, where millions were watching. All this, because one garbage man chose to humbly return a watch that would have made him the richest man in town. Jerry DeLuca, Montreal West, Canada; source: Joel C. Rosenberg, Epicenter, Tyndale House Publishers (2006), p. 206
- To bring glory to God
- Our good works should bring glory to God
- Our good deeds should bring others to Christ
- Conclusion
- There is a fundamental difference between the Church and the world
- We must accept the responsibility which this distinction places upon us
- We must see our Christian responsibility as twofold: evangelism and social action.
- No one man, woman, or child can do it alone. As the Church we shine!