Introduction

Welcome to “Nothing New.” The goal of my blog in the past has been to stimulate discussion about all things related to CBC, the Christian life, and the world at large. But it has recently been hijacked by my cancer and treatment. This means I have to eat some crow (which I hate) because early on I boldly claimed I would not allow my condition to take center stage in my life.

But it is taking center stage on my blog – for a while. I am rather torn about this development. I am uncomfortable making this all about me – because it’s not. It is strangely therapeutic for me to blog about this, however, and I cannot express even a fraction of my appreciation for everyone who reads and leaves their funny, weird, and /or encouraging words in comments and emails.

So please join with me in dialogue. I always look forward to reading your comments. (If you'd like to follow my cancer journey from day 1, please go to my post on 6/25/08 - Life Takes Guts - in the archives and follow the posts upwards from there.)

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Restoration

A couple of Sundays ago, I sat in on a different Life Group (Sunday school class) than the one I usually lead. They were in the middle of a series of lessons on “Moral Earthquakes” – dealing with faults and sins that can cause big trouble. The lesson this particular Sunday was on how we as Christians ought to respond to others who have been hit by their own moral earthquakes.

I’ve been involved in church all my life and I’ve seen my fair share of Christians stumbling into sin. In my relatively short adult life (I’m 36), I’ve seen a lot – from some of the most “major” sins to a whole host of “minor” ones. I’ve seen brothers and sisters in Christ commit adultery and ruin their marriages. I’ve seen Christians become addicted to a whole host of things, pornography not the least among them. I’ve known Christians to lie, cheat, and steal. I’ve known some to mistreat their neighbors, co-workers, and fellow church members. I’ve known some with terrible anger control issues. I’ve known some who harbor bitterness and resentment. I’ve known Christians who mistreat their spouses and neglect their children. I’ve known some who see the church as a place to be served rather than to serve. I’ve been around plenty of Christians who feel entitled to have everything in church their own way, who get angry when asked to help, who complain when the pastor doesn’t preach like they like it, and who stir up trouble when the church doesn’t plan worship music or budget money the way they’d like.

I can think of specific people for nearly all of these situations. They aren’t just random church members – they are my friends, my fellow Sunday school members, my basketball teammates, and fellow deacons. I don’t just know of them, I know them.

None of this surprises me. I know the depths to which people can easily and quickly fall. (And lest I sound self-righteous, I know I am not at all immune to sin, either.) I encouraged a friend of mine just yesterday to not give up on being in the ministry because “Lord knows us sheep need some shepherds, even when we are stupid and belligerent.” Maybe I should have said “…especially when we are stupid and belligerent.”

One situation has replayed in my mind in recent days. Many years ago, there were two couples in our Sunday school class who were great friends. They were the kind of friends who would hang out together outside of church - eating, playing, and just enjoying each other’s company. Something went wrong, however, and the wife of one couple and the husband of the other ended up having an affair together. They eventually divorced their spouses to marry each other. The stranded spouses were left to figure out what went wrong while trying to piece their lives back together.

This week I’ve been reviewing what I did to help that situation and what I’ve done over the years to help the others I’ve mentioned. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve not done much. And the few times I have tried to help have not always been very effective.

In Galatians 6:1 Paul says, “Brothers, if someone is caught in a sin, you who are spiritual should restore him gently.” The word “restore” here (katarizo) carries with it the idea of mending – as in the mending of broken bones. People are to be restored to their original function and purpose. In my experience, “helping” someone who has fallen into sin often means “confronting” them – and this not always with the purpose of healing, but to chastise. And this healing and restoration should be done “gently.” That is the same word (prautes) used to describe one of the fruit of the Spirit (Gal 5:23). Gentleness is not weakness or timidity, but great strength under great control.

I’ve not done a good job of “gently restoring” my friends in the past. I did next to nothing to try and bring restoration to the offending couple I mentioned above. And I’m afraid I did not do much to restore the couple who was left, either. Perhaps their “sin” wasn’t as great, but I think they each admitted their own faults in not maintaining their marriages prior to this event. And certainly they needed restoration and healing, too. G, if you happen to read this post, please forgive me. I’m glad our Lord has healed and restored you despite the lack of support from very many in your church family.

I’ve got to work on my katarizo with prautes – not for my own sake, but for the sake of others. God is in the business of healing and restoring people, and so should I be.

I’ve rambled a bit today. Hopefully ya’ll can make some sense of my thoughts.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think a lot of times we feel that it is none of our business and we need to stay out of the situation. But after reading your post, it reminds me that it is our Christian duty. Out of love, of course and nothing else.
Thanks for the reminder.

Unknown said...

I knew a couple of guys in college who thought it was their "mission from God" to correct people when they saw them slipping into sin. Mind you, they must not have heard of this kind of gentle correction. Their idea was to walk up to the person, loudly pronounce "I rebuke you in the name of Jesus" and, if they knew them pretty well, they might even add a "you coulda had a V8" slap to the forehead.

It was kind of funny the first couple of times (you just had to be there I guess), but it got old really quick.

I think we could all use a hefty dose of self-examination when it comes to sin. If I rebuked myself as often as I'm inclined to correct others, I think I'd have a pretty bruised forhead most of the time.

We need someone to teach us how to do this the right way...oh yeah, Jesus taught us the right way already!