Go, Go, Go!

As I sit here writing and thinking about the day, I find myself tired from a long week of work and looking forward to the tasks at hand for next week. Some concern about next week’s weather is looming with a hurricane headed our way, but today is the only day that really matters and right now we’re being blessed, for it’s raining, breaking our latest dry spell. Last week was Vacation Bible School at our congregation. Five days of go, go, go about wore me out, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Children and adults alike were coming out of the woodwork. Forty-four folks from the Jasper, Texas church presented the Bible school curriculum with great lessons of fun and learning for all ages. We also spent time and had lots of fun getting out into the community transporting kids and adults to and from VBS each evening. All in all it just feels great to put forth a max effort of sharing the Word of God with everyone who took the time to listen.
I received this little testimony some time ago and it just seems to fit today. It’s titled, “When Drugs Are A Good Thing”. I had a “drug” problem when I was growing up. I was “drug” to church on Sunday morning. I was “drug” to church on Sunday evening. I was even “drug” to church on Wednesday evening. I was “drug” to Sunday School. I was “drug” to Vacation Bible School and “drug” to all sorts of young peoples activities sponsored by the congregation. I was also “drug” to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report from school or did not speak with respect. All those “drugs” are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in nearly everything I do, say and think to this very day. The “drugs” I was forced to take as a youngster are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin and a whole lot longer lasting. If more children had this “drug” problem the world would certainly be a better place.
[Matthew 28: 19-20] An atheist professor, lecturing one day, told his class he was going to prove that there was no God. Standing proud he said, “God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I’ll give you fifteen minutes.” Ten minutes went by. During that time the professor kept taunting God saying, “Here I am God, I’m still waiting.” It got down to the last couple of minutes and nothing had happened. The professor continued to toy with his class. A big 240-pound football player just happened past the open door of this professor’s class and heard what was going on. Quietly entering the hall in the last minute of the professor’s challenge, the young man approached the professor, hit him with full force, knocking him off the platform. The professor got up, obviously stunned and said, “Where did you come from, and why did you do that?” The football player replied in a deep voice, “God was busy. He sent me!” Well, I’m not advocating violence here, but isn’t that what Jesus told us to do? “Go” and teach. Nowhere do I read that the gospel will be taught after you’ve build a big beautiful building to meet in. The apostles weren’t told to build a cathedral in Jerusalem, sit by the front door and wait for people to show up for worship. They instead were instructed to “Go” into the world and teach. Believers assembled and worshipped in homes. Our buildings are simply a convenient place for believers of today to gather and worship. We must get out of the building and teach the lost. Get out of the building and bring the youth to the understanding of the truth. “Go, Go, Go and make disciples in Jesus’ name.