Pastor Gunderman’s Blog

Ready for Change

September 30th, 2008

As the days grow shorter and the nights grow colder fall arrives, and with it one of the most beautiful times of the year. I love the changing colors, the crisp mornings, the taste of apple cider and the aroma of burning leaves. But some people absolutely despise Fall. They hate the shorter days, the colder nights, the smell of burning leaves really bothers their allergies, and though they don’t dislike the beautiful foliage, they hate the idea that they will soon need to get out their rake and clear the lawn. When it comes to the change of seasons, it’s all a matter of perspective.

The same thing could be said of any kind of change, it’s all a matter of perspective. If you are certain that the change will bring a better life, more money, more time, more space, more pleasure, more peace, etc., you’re all for it. But if you are sure that change will bring a more difficult life, less money, less time, less space, less pleasure, less peace, etc. then you will resist change. But often we aren’t sure what change will mean, and this creates anxiety and stress. The outcome might be great, but the risk of going through the process makes us wonder. It’s all a matter of perspective.

This is why churches change so slowly. Instead of just one person deciding whether change is worth it, if it seems likely to bring a good result, a whole group of people must make this decision. Suddenly the process becomes exponentially more difficult. Good people disagree on what the change will bring. Some are already comfortable, happy with the status quo. Others sense that not all is well, and are ready for something different, more in keeping with their taste. It’s a matter of perspective. Battles are fought and churches are split over who’s perspective is valid, never taking into account the only perspective that matters. Does anyone every ask: What does Christ want?

When it comes to Christians, change is part of God’s program. In 2 Corinthians 3:17 and 18 the Apostle Paul writes: “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, their is liberty. But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as the Lord, the Spirit.” (NASV) Every Christian is being changed to look like, act like, be like Christ (Romans 8:29). The Holy Spirit is actively working in the life of each believer, using the circumstances of his or her life, the Word of God, and the fellowship of the saints to progressively make each one more like Jesus. As we change we will each develop new morals, new desires, a new hope. We will grow in holiness, living for the Lord instead of our lust driven appetites. We will earnestly seek His will, share His story, proclaim His word, show His love. Our hopes will be centered in heaven, and not on the things of this earth. A radical transformation will take place. Our perspective will change, and we will see things through Jesus’ eyes.

When a body of believers begins to see things through Jesus’ eyes they will change whatever they need to to bring more people to Christ, welcome new Christians into their web of relationships, teach more people all that Jesus said and did, and depend more intentionally on Christ’s presence and power to accomplish what He leads them to do. We will give up our preferences to accomplish His purposes, we will risk our comfort to hear His well done. It’s a matter of perspective. 

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done…

September 12th, 2008

Yesterday was the seven anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the United States. In New York City, Arlington, Virginia, and in a Pennsylvania field people gathered to remember the awful loss of life and the heroism of those who tried to help those who were escaping from the fires that enveloped the World Trade Center. Last night I watched a special on the History Channel pieced together from archived videos taken by people in New York as the attack took place. I was struck by the expressions on the faces of people, the confusion and anguish of those who were watching, the grim determination on the faces of firemen headed into the blazing building, the frustration of police officers trying desperately to get the crowds of bewildered people out of harms way. I listened as 911 operators talked to those trapped on the floors above the fires, telling people that help was coming at first, and later responding with tenderness and heartbreak as they tried in vain to comfort people trapped and dying. I watched in horror as people jumped to their death rather than face the flames, and, although it was seven years ago, became physically sick to my stomach as I watched the towers fall, waves of debris roll though the streets, helpless people fleeing for their lives. I saw priests and rabbis heading into the disaster, their faces grim. A chaplain in a hastily donned collar administering last rights to the dying. I can’t remember how many times I heard people crying “My God.” I wondered, did they really want Him to answer?

In Matthew 6:9-13 Jesus gave His disciples a sample prayer. It begins with “Our Father who is in heaven, hallowed by Your name. Your kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.” Now I imagine many of us know this prayer by heart, and many pray it day by day as a kind of ritual, but do we understand the significance of what Jesus’ is instructing us to pray for? When we pray “Your kingdom come, Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven” we are praying that God will step into this wretched sin cursed world and once and for all bring peace and healing. We are praying that men would act toward one another as they do in heaven, with love and kindness, with grace and forgiveness, with mercy and tenderness, with peace. In heaven, nations no longer struggle for power and position. Instead, “the nations will walk by its light (New Jerusalem), and the kings of the earth will bring their glory into it.” (Revelation 21:24) In heaven, death, tears, mourning and pain are banished: “And He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away.” (Revelation 21:4). As I watched and listened all I could think of is, why don’t I pray that prayer more often?

Salt & Light at the Lord’s Table

September 2nd, 2008

Introduction: For the last two weeks I’ve been drawing your attention to the reality that we are those who are, in Jesus’ words, salt and light in our world. We’ve discovered that we are to be both a means of preserving our community from the ruinous effect of sin and a guiding light that points people, through the gospel, to heaven. Now, there is more at stake here than what might first appear. Perhaps we might think that our society is so far gone that our own sin is slight by comparison, and that witnessing is only for preachers and evangelists. Perhaps you feel that the only reason that you are a Christian is to escape the fires of hell yourself, that all these calls to mission are just another way of trying to extract your time and money from better things, that God doesn’t need your help anyways. I have two words for you: O contraire!

Transition: What happens when individual Christians fail to be salt and light? The Bible actually gives us such a case study. It’s found in the Apostle Paul’s first letter to a church located in the Greek city of Corinth.  This Church was becoming a great deal like its community: selfish, segregated, and sensual. It had forgotten it was supposed to be salt and light in Corinth and was instead filled with selfish people arguing about who was the best preacher they had ever heard, who was the most talented Christian, whether women should wear veils to worship, and whether truly spiritual people should marry! On a regular basis this congregation gathered together to share a potluck meal and observe the Lord’s Supper. Or at least they thought they were…

Questions to ask myself before eating the Lord’s Supper

1.       Am I embarrassing the Lord’s reputation in the community?

a.       Do my actions betray a sense of selfishness or pride?

b.      Do I mistreat other Christians because of social customs?

2.       Have I forgotten the reason Christ died?

a.       That His body was broken for me?

b.      That His blood was shed for me?

3.       Have I forgotten that I am preaching every day?

a.       That together with the Church I proclaim the Gospel every time I participate in the Lord’s Supper?

b.      That my life either supports or undermines the message of Christ in the eyes of those who live around me?

4.       Have I forgotten that God is watching?

a.       That He is examining me whether I do or not?

b.      That as a loving Father He will, and does, discipline to keep the Christian from sharing the same fate as the unbelieving world?

5.       Am I ready to preach today?

Be the Church (Matthew 5:13-16)

August 26th, 2008

Introduction: 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?

  1. We are called to be salt
    1. The purpose of salt
      1. To preserve – rubbed into meat to stop the spread of decay 
      2. 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
    2. The problem of salt: Salt can be polluted 
      1. Combined with other chemicals it can become ineffective
      2. Unrefined, the actual salt may be dissolved leaving behind a residue that looks like salt but in actuality is merely white dust.
    3. The opportunity of salt
      1. 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
      2. 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) 
      3. 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
  2. We are called to be light
    1. The purpose of light 
      1. Light illumines: makes it possible to see things as they truly are
      2. Light attracts: illuminates the way to safety
    2. The person of Light
      1. Jesus Christ! John 8:12; 12:35,36) 
      2. Those who follow Christ – the Church- reflect His light
    3. The challenge of light
      1. To avoid the temptation to hide
      2. To accept the opportunity to shine:
        1. 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.
        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
        3. 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    
      3. To bring glory to God
        1. Our good works should bring glory to God
        2. Our good deeds should bring others to Christ
  3. Conclusion
    1. There is a fundamental difference between the Church and the world
    2. We must accept the responsibility which this distinction places upon us
    3. We must see our Christian responsibility as twofold: evangelism and social action.
    4. No one man, woman, or child can do it alone. As the Church we shine!

Are You Building on a Campsite?

June 3rd, 2008

If you’ve ever been camping you know that the size and amenities of recreational vehicles has come a long way from the old canvas tent! “Roughing it” now means having the fuse blow on your microwave while you’re trying to watch the television under the canopy! But even the most elaborate motorhome or trailer is still designed to be temporary, a compact version of the creature comforts of home. We wouldn’t think of hauling in a load of 2×4’s and plywood to build a cabin on a campsite. Campsites are temporary, campsites are not home.

In his first letter to the scattered Christians living in the area now know as northern Turkey, Peter called his readers “resident aliens.” (1 Peter 1:1) He goes on to encourage them with the good news that, although at the present time they were distressed by various trials, “the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which is perishable, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ;” (1:7). Throughout the rest of the book he constantly reminds them that they are not home in Turkey, home is heaven. They are just “camping.” They are just “resident aliens.”

This same thought could just as easily be applied to Christians living in West Michigan. Even though at the present time we are distressed with rising unemployment, crime, cancer, heart failure, and death, we should not be undone as if this campsite is home. Too often we view the discouraging events of the present life as if this life were all there is. We discount the value of heaven and elevate the value of earth. Such a preoccupation with the things of this world will inevitably lead to frustration and discouragement.

What we need is a different, a heavenly, point of view. In Hebrews 12:2 we read “fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” Did you see that? Jesus conquered the cross because He set His eyes on the joy set before Him when He would sit at the Father’s right hand. He viewed His life on earth as “camping out” and so wasn’t disappointed when the crowds didn’t immediately recognize His deity and fall at His feet in worship. Jesus kept His eyes on home, and as a result, even the cross wasn’t enough to keep Him from joy.

So how about you, my friend? Have you been worried about all the people on the prayer list with cancer? Have you lost sleep because people you love are moving away to find work? Have you been troubled by the early passing of friends and loved ones? Are you struggling because life here isn’t matching up with the pictures in Better Homes and Gardens or People Magazine? Don’t confuse life here, with the promises of a perfect life in Heaven. Remember, you’re living on a campsite, don’t get caught building your hopes on sand.

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