Imagine with me. We are all gathered in a building. Worship music blaring. Songs of praise along with hands, all lifted high. The preacher walks onto the platform and begins teaching from scripture. Everyone in the congregation opens their Bible and follows along.
All are comfortable.
All are listening.
All normal Sunday motions.
As we leave, the pastor tells us to live out our faith this week by being the hands and feet of Jesus. And we go about our separate ways.
In contrast, imagine waking before dawn and stealthily traveling the shadowed streets, careful to dodge the streetlights or passing cars. Tucked under your jacket is the only copy of the Bible your congregation has access to. And you’re the only one who is able to read the words.
Up ahead is the meeting place for this week. From the shadows, you see a person tapping on the door three times. They whisper a phrase and are granted entrance. You must wait several minutes before doing the same.
You think about the survival of the church. So many converts. Young people. Old people. Desperate for hope. Everyone in the congregation of believers is committed to sharing their faith.
In the universities.
In the markets.
In the salons.
Every person makes it a point to share their faith as often and stealthily as possible. They cannot fathom the idea of anyone dying without Christ.
As you approach the door, a noise below causes you to duck. Only the wind. A memory flashes into your mind. It was only a month ago that Tad was taken into custody for sharing Christ. No one knew if he was alive or dead. The authorities thought they’d deter us, but instead, we are growing bolder.
When you enter the room, the faces of the believers glow. They begin with testimonies of sharing faith in the streets. A new follower is acknowledged and tears fall down as they praise God for one more soul. They whisper-sing a praise hymn. The meeting will end too soon if the sound travels.
You stand with Bible in hand and read from Galatians about being crucified with Christ. Then a brother in Christ stands and shares a message about what the scripture means. Everyone links arms and hands in prayer at the end. Each person takes a turn praying for boldness, protection, and courage.
As people get ready to leave, you tell them, “Stand tall. Be bold. Get ready to go into battle for Christ.”
What if this was the American church?
Are you telling others about the hope of Christ?
Would you stand strong for the cause of Christ?
Would you be willing to lose your life?
Consider the cost and ask God to increase your boldness this week.
These days are coming, I think. My husband and I talk about using our home for a church sometimes. We have the room, the piano, the skills. We have a basement, too. The only drawback is we’re way out in the country and several vehicles in our driveway would be suspicious. People walking up our drive would also be suspicious. No place to hide.
Feels like an end times movie, doesn’t it?
I think we need to consider it. I’ve often thought about it at my home too.
Such good thoughts to ponder! In so many ways, the American church has taken the resurrected Jesus and shoved Him in the corner as one would a genie in a bottle.
As we take center stage.
We know His power, we treasure Him, but we treasure our comfort, our celebrity, our cleverness and routine more.
Oh to have the passion of the persecuted church! What would that be like in America?
“We know His power, we treasure Him, but we treasure our comfort, our celebrity, our cleverness and routine more.”
You nailed it with that statement. People in other countries understand how precious God’s word is. We like to think we understand, but we really have no idea.