Sunday, August 17, 2008

Soft Christianity

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about evangelism. Recently, Dan (Cottonwood’s Pastor) came back from a mission trip to Haiti. While he was there he kept a log that made for some pretty interesting reading. Trips to Haiti cannot be classified as a kind of vacation, and rarely have I seen the word “fun” come readily out of people’s lips who have gone and returned to share their stories. When you go to Haiti, you are putting your life on the line. There seems to be little question about that. But people go.

Jothum and Rochelle have been there 6 or 7 times!
New Orleans was pushing my limits. The question then, is why. What sends thousands of people across deserts, rivers, oceans and continents? What sent Paul to Ephesus, Philippi and Rome? and The obvious answer is something along the lines of Jesus. The love of Jesus, the mercy of Jesus, the call of Jesus. That may be the case for many, but it was not for me. When I was first deciding to go to New Orleans and things were getting finalized, I didn’t really feel like I was being called there. I felt pushed. Pushed by guilt, by a sense of what I ought to do, being a Christian and all. But I went. And while I was there I like to think I made an impact on the lives of a few people there. I’d like to believe that by going to NO, people got to catch a glimmer of Jesus. Just as surely as they do when Jothum and Rochelle show up (again) in Haiti.

The truth is, there are a thousand different reasons why we go on missions trips.
But, there is only one reason why we are sent. There is only one reason for evangelism.

People are going to hell.

The world is full of people that are on a path that leads to the lake of fire. Eternal death. Infinity without God. And God does not want them to stay on that path.

Recently I’ve been involved in several discussions about what happens to people who never hear the Gospel during their life on Earth. Whether or not they go to hell or if there is some provision for them. While the answers to that question make for some great coffee shop dialogue, I don’t think that it’s a great question to ask. Why? Because when questions like that get asked, the answers can lead to a dangerous brand of Christianity.

Soft Christianity.

As Christians we are tempted to think that a kind and loving God surely would not allow people who, by simple circumstance, did not get to hear the Good News, spend eternity in hell. (I do not wish to assume that I know all of God’s plans by any means, so again I’ll remain silent on the question.) The problem with that answer though is that it can get us out of a lot of stuff. If God is going to take care of all of the children of the world in the afterlife, then why do I need to feed the hungry ones? If God will give the people of this or that tribe a second chance, why should I go visit them? You can see where this is going.

The point is not what God will or will not do in the next life. We need to live in the now. We know that God cares about every person on the planet deeply, since He took the time to do His best work when He made them. And if He cares, we should care. We are called to spread the Good News of Jesus to the ends of the Earth. To hide our fear, or pride, or lack of faith, or whatever it is that is stopping us from jumping on that plane to Haiti or van to Mexico behind the infinite love of God is to miss the message of the cross almost entirely. The only way the people in the village, or the orphans in Haiti will know that God loves them and sent His son to die for them is if you look them in the eye and tell them.

Even more pressing to me, is that so many Christians are disturbed by the notion that God would send someone who never got hear the Gospel to hell. But, that person that sits next to you on the bus everyday, that lady in the next office over, that convenience store clerk, they could be on that same path. Yet, we remain silent, we sit still. Fear and pride stay our tongues and opportunities are lost. But those people could end up in hell just as easily as anyone else. The point is, if the thought of a tribesman in South America going to hell bugs us, shouldn’t the thought of our neighbor, our best friend, our brother or sister going to hell really bug us? Yet we are still. Hoping that God will work it out with them. Trusting that we’ll know when the time is right. Waiting for them to come to us.

Soft Christianity.

It’s time to peel the bubble paper off of the cross and get some splinters buried deep in our hands. It’s true, Christianity is uncomfortable sometimes, it hurts sometimes, just ask Jesus. But if we really believe that someone, anyone, is going to hell, then we should be willing to squirm a little to get them to heaven with us. In fact, if we are really going to follow Jesus, we should be willing to die, assured of our place in heaven, that others may share that same glorious fate. There is no such thing as Soft Christianity. Just ask Jesus.

By Aaron Blackwell

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very insightful with deep thought. I really appreciated the blog as well as the subtle question as to what it is I am doing for Christ and whether I am reflecting Christ and spreading the Good News. I appreciated the blog, and the thoughts it provoked, alot.

PuritanTim said...

Spot on. I think it's related to the issue of "well if it's just free grace then we can do whatever we want and God will accept us!" The Apostle Paul's answer of course is "may it never be!" Once you have really experienced and known Christ you would never think of grace as a license for sin. In the same manner, there is something about really grasping the Gospel that makes you obnoxious and annoying - wanting to make sure everyone else knows too. What are the differences between "soft Christianity" and self-centered witchcraft? Not much!

Desta said...

I was there, in Haiti, with Dan. And I can tell you that I went only because I feel like I've been a follower of soft Christianity for years. I reached a point in my life where I hit a wall no matter what I tried and I finally realized what it means to ask God to take the lead in my life. Opening that door for Him leads us down some really strange paths, and I've learned first-hand that it makes for one crazy ride.

I went to Haiti not because I wanted to lead others to Christianity, but because I felt so strongly that God wanted me to be there that I just had to do it. I went feeling like I was a pseudo-Christian, that I hadn't read the bible enough and I certaintly wasn't leading a Christian enough life to set an example. But still I went.

I was hot, sometimes hungry, itchy from bug bites I hoped and prayed wouldn't lead to anything like malaria since I missed taking a pill the second day I was there. I was in a country where well-meaning Americans are kidnapped every day and raw sewage runs down the street. I didn't speak the language and I carried the address of the orphanage where we stayed in my pocket at all times, knowing that if I were lost I would be less prepared than a child to find my way to safety. But I knew, without any doubt, that I was there because God wanted me to be.

I don't think I stopped smiling the entire eight days. Heat, bugs and hunger mean nothing when you start each day being kissed hello by over fifty children so hungry to learn more about God they awoke hours earlier than the sun rose so they could finish their chores and travel to English Camp.

None of the orphans noticed that I am deficient in my biblical knowledge, but they were more than ready to help me learn some Creyole words, share my candy and include me in their games. Language barriers are irrelevant when a former child slave who has been given a second chance puts her hand in yours and calls you "sister." Tears and laughter are as universal as their Creator and so communication was never a problem.

What is a problem is that, having been to Haiti, I find I am forever changed. If I was called to go to Haiti by God, then I must take comfort in the knowledge that He is stretching and molding me in ways that suit His plan. I say comfort because going back to the Christian I was before the trip is not possible, therefore I'm left in the painful altered present.

No longer can I just send a check to Blangda, the little Haitian girl I sponsor, and feel good that I'm making a difference. I've met her and her mother, and feel a connectedness to them. I knew before that they were poor. Now when I eat I'm reminded that they may be hungry. When I complain about prices of food and gas in the States I know that they are most likely experiencing terrible flooding from hurricane Gustov and may not have a safe place to sleep. And suddenly that $32 a month I've been sending to her for schooling seems ridiculously insufficent.

My lesson can serve as a warning to others--opening the door to God and following His will leads us to do things that are, to put it bluntly, crazy. Since going to Haiti I've found myself changing careers because I realized how important it is to help others, and want to make that my life's focus. I'm learning Haitian Creyole--a whole new language--because I want to return to Haiti and be able to talk freely with Blangda. I find myself not buying ridiculous things I don't need but used to believe I did, all because I can get rid of my debt faster and use extra money in the future to go back to Haiti or give to the church. And I have no doubt that although I may not be able to see how all of these changes will add together to produce a result, I know that God is with me unfailingly, and He is not done with me yet.

So I warn anyone considering breaking free from soft Christianity: it will change you in ways you can't imagine. It isn't comfortable or easy. And you should absolutely do it, right now. The next time a group in your church is going to Mexico, to China, to Haiti or to the corner to give burritos to the homeless, jump in their car and go with them. Leave your worries about how ill prepared you are as a Christian and just show up. God will use you, and you will never regret a moment that you let Him direct your steps.

Anonymous said...

Since I know I was part of the inspiration for this blog, I feel like I should respond to it.

I am a bit more swayed than a while ago about what happens to those who don't hear about Jesus. I don't like the idea that someone like me, who was luckily born into fortunate circumstances in America, where the gospel is around every corner, gets many more chance to follow Christ than somebody in, say, Bhutan. It seems...unfair to me. It almost makes me feel guilty. I don't know if that guilt is a guilt of being lucky or a guilt of not ministering, but the fact is that when I think of somebody who is sent to Hell out of ignorance, I squirm a bit. My idea of a loving God, as soft as it may appear, gave equal opportunity to everybody.

I think it's dangerous necessarily to decide things like this either way; the bible never says either, so preaching one way or the other (not to accuse anybody) could definitely be an act of misleading falsehood. However, I don't think it's as dangerous to hope a God makes provisions to people who don't get a chance to choose.

It doesn't just extend to people in Bhutan in modern ages; people in Bhutan in earlier times had it even harder. Native Americans. Even people in the Old Testament never got an opportunity to accept Jesus Christ as their savior.

I realize that the consequence of the original sin is eternal suffering. That's why I'm much more hesitant to assign beliefs to areas of Godhood that the scripture doesn't touch. There is very well a reason why God would let these people go to Hell; they are sinners.

Anyway, I was just trying to clarify my point of view a bit. I really feel guilty given the gift of salvation; why did my poor sinning soul get the gift of a great country and all those other souls, some of which were probably purer, didn't.

Good thoughts. You stopped me from believing either way on this one.

I guess, though, I still have some lingering soft christianity.