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In Spirit and In Truth – Part 2

September 10, 2009

Life - New Zealand

In the second sermon of his series (17 Aug 09), In Spirit and In Truth – Part 2 [MP3 sermon link], Paul De Jong shared a study of how much time, based on a 24-hour day, is spent doing certain activities, if you live to be 75 years old:

  • 3 years in school
  • 7 years eating
  • 14 years working
  • 5 years driving or other transportation
  • 5 years talking
  • 1 year recovering from sickness
  • 24 years sleeping
  • 15 years amusing yourself (TV, movies, reading, gardening, etc.)

And here’s the kicker: 5½ months in church (assumes Sunday attendance only)

This sermon is about proximity to, priority of, and praise to God.

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In Spirit and In Truth

September 9, 2009

Life - New Zealand

I just discovered this guy – Paul De Jong – pastor of Life Church in New Zealand. In the first sermon of his series (10 Aug 09), In Spirit and In Truth [MP3 sermon link], he made this really exciting statement:

God reminded me, “O, Death, where is thy sting?” There’s no sting. God’s got destiny in front of us. Christians should be excited. You know, we grieve, and we feel grief. That’s right. But at the same time, don’t you allow what’s happened to this point to lie to you about what’s coming ahead of you. We get stuck on the things we’ve lost. We get stuck on the things that aren’t working, rather than God saying, “Hey, if I said I’m going to give you Canaan, Canaan’s coming your way!”

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Empty Arms

December 15, 2008

Open Arms

Christmas 2008

At the end of 2007, our 401K was getting bigger, our house had appreciated in value so much that we decided to renovate and add a room, and things were humming along. Now, a year later, we have a 101K, there are a lot of houses for sale in our neighborhood (and none are selling), and there might be more “surprises” ahead.

In the book of Exodus, we read about how the children of Israel finally left Egypt, after 430 years of slavery and 10 supernatural acts by God. They asked their Egyptian masters for lovely parting gifts (gold, silver and fine clothes). Glad to see them go, the Egyptians complied. But a few days later, with their back against the Red Sea and an army with revenge in their hearts bearing down on them, these riches were worthless. A gold platter does not make for a seaworthy vessel.

Saved from their attackers by another act of God, these bling-toting former slaves were now on the other side of the Red Sea – in a desert. They had plenty of gold and silver, but there was no grocery store in site to swap these highly prized valuables for the common foods of leeks and onions they had enjoyed in abundance just weeks before. There was nothing they could do – except rely on God. They grumbled, complained and sort of prayed. And then the quail came. And the manna. And it kept coming for the next 40 years.

The gold and silver are never mentioned again. Nehemiah (9:21) tells us that their clothes did not wear out. But there is silence about the shiny stuff. I suspect that what was not abandoned on the shores of the Red Sea, while they high-tailed it through the parted waters, was eventually shed over the next 40 years. Who wants to keep dragging gold and silver through a dessert year after year? You can’t spend it anywhere, and it just weighs you down. In the end, the quail and bread, provided by God, was of greater worth than the gold and silver, provided by man.

And so it is with our family, as we approach the end of this year. We are very blessed, so our hands are still full of things. But hands filled with man’s things leave no leftover room for God’s things. So, while our stuff is pretty to look at, and has great value (sentimental, if nothing else), if called upon we will gladly chuck it all, so that we may have totally empty hands to receive greater things, more valuable things.

The first Christmas scene illustrates a great truth: In order to pick up the young Christ child, and receive Him into his arms, Joseph had to put down his tax money, the shepherds had to put down their staffs, and the magi had to put down their gifts of gold, frankincense and myrhh.

Empty arms can be a wonderful thing.

Merry Christmas!

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“Sweater Day” – March 20, 2008

March 17, 2008

Mister Rogers

March 20, 2008 would have been Mister Rogers (Fred McFeeley Rogers) 80th birthday. To commemorate the event, his production company, Family Communications, Inc., is asking fans to don your favorite sweater for the day. You can even send them pictures or videos of your tribute [ FCI's Sweater Day page ].

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Growing up in Pittsburgh in the 1960s, Mister Rogers Neighborhood was pretty big stuff. It hit the Pittsburgh airwaves around 1968, and I just assumed it was just a Pittsburgh show (like “Ricky and Copper” in the morning, and Paul Shannon in the afternoon). It wasn’t until much later that I realized much of America could, and did, watch him.

Like my father, Mister Rogers was an ordained Presbyterian minister. Both were members of the Pittsburgh Presbytery. I vaguely remember my dad coming home after the presbytery meeting where they voted to support Mister Rogers’ television outreach/ministry.

One time, the phone rang at the manse and I answered it. The male caller asked to speak with my dad. When I asked him who was calling, the man replied, “Fred Rogers”. I was so excited, I ran to get my dad, yelling and screaming that Mister Rogers was on the phone and wanted to talk with him. The voice didn’t sound like that friendly voice I heard each weekday on the television, but all I knew was that Fred Rogers was calling to talk to my dad.

When my dad came to the phone and said “hello”, he laughed. It was Father Fred Rodgers, from the local Roman Catholic church, not the Mister Rogers. I only knew Father Rodgers as just that: Father Rodgers. I had no idea his first name was Fred. I didn’t know anyone else was named Fred Rogers. To me, there was only one.

I also have a vague recollection of seeing the “Mister Rogers Neighborhood” set at a downtown Pittsburgh department store. I think it was Kaufmann’s (even though we only shopped at Gimbel’s). It may have been Horne’s. Those were the only three downtown. The set was not used, but you could walk past it and see it.

I could not find any mention of this via my Internet search, so I may have managed it. My dad also knew, at one time, the general manager of WQED-TV, the Pittsburgh public television station. Actually, he knew the man’s wife – they went to college together and our families ran into each other outside Forbes Field, after a Pittsburgh Pirates ballgame once, and the friendship was rekindled. So we went to the WQED station a few times, and I may be confusing these two. But it feels like I’m right about the former.

Most things about Mister Rogers, I took for granted. Like how he didn’t sell out to marketing his neighborhood. There was that other children’s television show that was popular at the time. They only had one Street, and Mister Rogers had a whole neighborhood. Yet, you didn’t see the whole commercialization sellout. Yes, he probably lost out on untold millions. But he had different priorities.

Spend some time searching the Internet and reading the stories from people whose lives were touched by this special neighbor. Then find your favorite sweater and wear it on March 20th!

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My daily bread

July 1, 2007

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Yesterday, while on a business services website, I came across a link to this website, promoting “The Science of Getting Rich”.

It’s not just about getting more money. There are other “things” this “secret” will get you. But, clearly, material wealth is part of what they are offering. It’s all over the place on this website from the two behind “the secret” (Bob Proctor and Jack Canfield). Here is one quote from Jack Canfield:

What we have to get straight in our heads is that owning the money doesn’t mean ANYTHING.

It’s the DOING with money that develops us – it’s not in the having. And when you have more, you’re enabled to DO more.

Or this one:

If you had a genie ready to grant your wishes, would you ask for something small? Say a new bicycle?

No. You’d be asking for bigger things. A business, a soul mate, glorious health, glorious wealth.

It is common for some, like me, to read a chapter from Proverbs every day, corresponding to the day of the month. So, yesterday being June 30, during my devotions just before bed, I read from Proverbs 30 (verses 7-8).

Two things I ask of you, O Lord; do not refuse me before I die: Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread.

God’s timing is wonderful. And His Word is no Secret.

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In the Presence of Martyrs: A Reflection from Turkey

April 30, 2007

I received the following today from one of our church’s missionaries in Turkey:

Recently, my wife and I attended a funeral here in Izmir. I have attended many funerals, but this was my first in Turkey. And it was also the first time I attended the funeral of a martyr. I have been teaching and writing about martyrs and martyrdom for many years. We live in biblical Smyrna noted as the place where Polycarp was martyred in the second century. But such martyrdoms are personally and historically distant. Then on April 18 three believers–-Necati Aydın and Uğur Yüksel (Turks) and Tilman Geske (German)–-were tortured and murdered in the southeastern city of Malatya. Needless to say, this brutal act deeply shook the Christian community, both national and expatriate. Persecution in Turkey to this point had taken the form of harassment, intimidation, and imprisonment, but never death. (If you are not familiar with the details of the story, see a summary here)

On Saturday, April 21, Necati’s funeral took place on the grounds of an historic Protestant church in Buca, a suburb of Izmir. Necati had a lived and fellowshipped in this city for many years, and was well known and loved. (He had portrayed Jesus in a Passion play in the past.) The sanctuary was too small to contain the crowd of around 500 persons who came from throughout the country to attend. So the service was held outdoors on a balmy spring afternoon. As we entered the church grounds, people were given a picture of Necati to pin on their clothing. Therefore throughout the crowd Necati’s smiling face radiated forth.

Before the service I wandered in the church’s cemetery among the gravestones that belonged to British believers who had lived and died in Izmir in the nineteenth century. On most gravestones were chiseled scripture verses, many from the book of Job. One verse that especially caught my attention was James 4:14: “What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” Standing in such an historic place only reiterated the truth of that verse.

The Turkish media were in full force and recorded the entire service. The cameras were indeed intrusive, but nevertheless tolerated because the nation was seeing what a Christian home-going was all about. (Of course, the Turkish security police were also present, making note of those in attendance.) The next two hours were a unique tribute to Necati as eulogies were given to him and worship and prayers offered to his Lord. Especially moving was a time of special prayer for his wife Shemsa and their two children.

After the funeral a motorcade took Necati’s body to the Christian cemetery at Karabağlar for internment. I had passed this cemetery numerous times to and from the airport, and had wondered about the crosses that marked its graves. Such a sight is unusual in this largely Muslim country. At the grave site there were again prayers, scripture reading, and worship. And tears flowed once more because of this senseless death of a beloved brother and friend. Then Necati was laid to rest–-ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Before leaving the cemetery I again wandered among the crosses that marked the graves of other believers who had died in Smyrna decades before. And I reflected that this cemetery was especially hallowed now because a martyr had been buried in its midst.

The collective grieving of the Christian community in Turkey has continued, and this past Saturday, April 28, a memorial service for the three martyrs was held at the Anglican Church near our apartment. The church was packed when I arrived, and I had to stand for the three-hour service. Taped to the walls were the pictures of the three men–-youthful, handsome, full of God’s joy and love. (Their pictures can be seen here.)

Personal remembrances, worship, and the ministry of the word comforted those who were gathered, and the sweet presence of the Lord filled the sanctuary. The most memorable part of the service occurred when the widows of Tilman and Necati shared their hearts with the congregation. Their words of forgiveness for these senseless acts to their loved ones have demonstrated the compassion of Christ to a nation searching for truth and reality at this time.

Tears came to everyone’s eyes as Necati’s young son sang “Jesus loves the Little Children of the World.” Special prayer followed for these families as they stood directly under a wooden banner inscribed with Genesis 28:17: “This is none other than the house of God; this is the gate of heaven.” These three martyrs have passed through that gate of heaven. Necati, Uğur, and Tilman have received their white robes, their crowns, and their palm branches. God has wiped away the tears of sorrow and pain experienced in the final hours of their earthly lives.

Although I never met them, my life has been profoundly affected by their witness.

How can someone not be changed when he has been in the presence of martyrs?

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From the Protestant church of Smyrna

April 25, 2007

A letter to the Global Church from The Protestant Church of Smyrna (Izmir, Turkey)

Dear friends,
This past week has been filled with much sorrow. Many of you have heard by now of our devastating loss here in an event that took place in Malatya, a Turkish province 300 miles northeast of Antioch, the city where believers were first called Christians (Acts 11:26).

On Wednesday morning, April 18, 2007, 46-year-old German missionary and father of three Tilman Geske prepared to go to his office, kissing his wife goodbye taking a moment to hug his son and give him the priceless memory, “Goodbye, son. I love you.”

Tilman rented an office space from Zirve Publishing where he was preparing notes for the new Turkish Study Bible. Zirve was also the location of the Malatya Evangelist Church office. A ministry of the church, Zirve prints and distributes Christian literature to Malatya and nearby cities in Eastern Turkey. In another area of town, 35-year-old Pastor Necati Aydin, father of two, said goodbye to his wife, leaving for the office as well. They had a morning Bible Study and prayer meeting that some other believers in town would also be attending. Ugur Yuksel likewise made his way to the Bible study.

None of these three men knew that what awaited them at the Bible study was the ultimate testing and application of their faith, which would conclude with their entrance into glory to receive their crown of righteousness from Christ and honor from all the saints awaiting them in the Lord’s presence.

On the other side of town, ten young men all under 20 years old put into place final arrangements for their ultimate act of faith, living out their love for Allah and hatred of infidels who they felt undermined Islam. On Resurrection Sunday, five of these men had been to a by-invitation-only evangelistic service that Pastor Necati and his men had arranged at a hotel conference room in the city. The men were known to the believers as “seekers.”

No one knows what happened in the hearts of those men as they listened to the gospel. Were they touched by the Holy Spirit? Were they convicted of sin? Did they hear the gospel in their heart of hearts? Today we only have the beginning of their story.

These young men, one of whom is the son of a mayor in the Province of Malatya, are part of a tarikat, or a group of “faithful believers” in Islam. Tarikat membership is highly respected here; it’s like a fraternity membership. In fact, it is said that no one can get into public office without membership in a tarikat. These young men all lived in the same dorm, all preparing for university entrance exams.

The young men got guns, breadknives, ropes and towels ready for their final act of service to Allah. They knew there would be a lot of blood. They arrived in time for the Bible Study, around 10 o’clock. They arrived, and apparently the Bible Study began. Reportedly, after Necati read a chapter from the Bible the assault began. The boys tied Ugur, Necati, and Tilman’s hands and feet to chairs and as they videoed their work on their cellphones, they tortured our brothers for almost three hours.

Details of the torture (caution: graphic)
Tilman was stabbed 156 times, Necati 99 times and Ugur’s stabs were too numerous to count. They were disemboweled, and their intestines sliced up in front of their eyes. They were emasculated and watched as those body parts were destroyed. Fingers were chopped off, their noses and mouths and anuses were sliced open. Possibly the worst part was watching as their brothers were likewise tortured. Finally, their throats were sliced from ear to ear, heads practically decapitated.

Neighbors in workplaces near the printhouse said later they had heard yelling, but assumed the owners were having a domestic argument so they did not respond.

Meanwhile, another believer, Gokhan, and his wife had a leisurely morning. He slept in till 10, ate a long breakfast and finally around 12:30 he and his wife arrived at the office. The door was locked from the inside, and his key would not work. He phoned and though it had connection on his end he did not hear the phone ringing inside. He called cell phones of his brothers and finally Ugur answered his phone. “We are not at the office. Go to the hotel meeting. We are there. We will come there,” he said cryptically.

As Ugur spoke Gokhan heard in the telephone’s background weeping and a strange snarling sound. He phoned the police, and the nearest officer arrived in about five minutes. He pounded on the door, “Police, open up!” Initially the officer thought it was a domestic disturbance. At that point they heard another snarl and a gurgling moan. The police understood that sound as human suffering, prepared the clip in his gun and tried over and over again to burst through the door. One of the frightened assailants unlocked the door for the policeman, who entered to find a grisly scene.

Tilman and Necati had been slaughtered, practically decapitated with their necks slit from ear to ear. Ugur’s throat was likewise slit and he was barely alive. Three assailants in front of the policeman dropped their weapons.

Meanwhile Gokhan heard a sound of yelling in the street. Someone had fallen from their third story office. Running down, he found a man on the ground, whom he later recognized, named Emre Gunaydin. He had massive head trauma and, strangely, was snarling. He had tried to climb down the drainpipe to escape, and losing his balance had plummeted to the ground. It seems that he was the main leader of the attackers. Another assailant was found hiding on a lower balcony.

To untangle the web we need to back up six years. In April 2001, the National Security Council of Turkey (Milli Guvenlik Kurulu) began to consider evangelical Christians as a threat to national security, on equal footing as Al Quaida and PKK terrorism. Statements made in the press by political leaders, columnists and commentators have fueled a hatred against missionaries who they claim bribe young people to change their religion.

After that decision in 2001, attacks and threats on churches, pastors and Christians began. Bombings, physical attacks, verbal and written abuse are only some of the ways Christians are being targeted. Most significant is the use of media propaganda.

From December 2005, after having a long meeting regarding the Christian threat, the wife of Former Prime Minister Ecevit, historian Ilber Ortayli, Professor Hasan Unsal, politician Ahmet Tan and writer/propogandist Aytunc Altindal, each in their own profession began a campaign to bring the public’s attention to the looming threat of Christians who sought to “buy their children’s souls.” Hidden cameras in churches have taken church service footage and used it sensationally to promote fear and antagonism toward Christianity.

In an official televised response from Ankara, the Interior Minister of Turkey smirked as he spoke of the attacks on our brothers. Amid public outrage and protests against the event and in favor of freedom of religion and freedom of thought, media and official comments ring with the same message, “We hope you have learned your lesson. We do not want Christians here.”

It appears that this was an organized attack initiated by an unknown adult tarikat leader. As in the Hrant Dink murder in January 2007, and a Catholic priest Andrea Santoro in February 2006, minors are being used to commit religious murders because public sympathy for youth is strong and they face lower penalties than an adult convicted of the same crime. Even the parents of these children are in favor of the acts. The mother of the 16-year-old boy who killed the Catholic priest Andrea Santoro looked at the cameras as her son was going to prison and said, “he will serve time for Allah.”

The young men involved in the killing are currently in custody. Today news reported that they would be tried as terrorists, so their age would not affect the strict penalty. Assailant Emre Gunaydin is still in intensive care. The investigation centers around him and his contacts and they say will fall apart if he does not recover.

The Church in Turkey responded in a way that honored God as hundreds of believers and dozens of pastors flew in as fast as they could to stand by the small church of Malatya and encourage the believers, take care of legal issues, and represent Christians to the media.

When Susanne Tilman expressed her wish to bury her husband in Malatya, the Governor tried to stop it, and when he realized he could not stop it, a rumor was spread that “it is a sin to dig a grave for a Christian.” In the end, in an undertaking that should be remembered in Christian history forever, the men from the church in Adana (near Tarsus), grabbed shovels and dug a grave for their slain brother in an untended hundred-year-old Armenian graveyard. Ugur was buried by his family in an Alevi Muslim ceremony in his hometown of Elazig, his believing fiance watching from the shadows as his family and friends refused to accept in death the faith Ugur had so long professed and died for.

Necati’s funeral took place in his hometown of Izmir, the city where he came to faith. The darkness does not understand the light. Though the churches expressed their forgiveness for the event, Christians were not to be trusted. Before they would load the coffin onto the plane from Malatya, it went through two separate x-ray exams to make sure it was not loaded with explosives. This is not a usual procedure for Muslim coffins.

Necati’s funeral was a beautiful event. Like a glimpse of heaven, thousands of Turkish Christians and missionaries came to show their love for Christ, and their honor for this man chosen to die for Christ. Necati’s wife, Shemsa, told the world, “His death was full of meaning, because he died for Christ and he lived for Christ… Necati was a gift from God. I feel honored that he was in my life, I feel crowned with honor. I want to be worthy of that honor.”

Boldly the believers took their stand at Necati’s funeral, facing the risks of being seen publicly and likewise becoming targets. As expected, the anti-terror police attended and videotaped everyone attending the funeral for their future use.

The service took place outside at Buca Baptist church, and he was buried in a small Christian graveyard in the outskirts of Izmir.

Two assistant Governors of Izmir were there solemnly watching the event from the front row. Dozens of news agencies were there documenting the events with live news and photographs. Who knows the impact the funeral had on those watching? This is the beginning of their story as well. Pray for them.

In an act that hit front pages in the largest newspapers in Turkey, Susanne Tilman in a television interview expressed her forgiveness. She did not want revenge, she told reporters. “Oh God, forgive them for they know not what they do,” she said, wholeheartedly agreeing with the words of Christ on Calvary (Luke 23:34).

In a country where blood-for-blood revenge is as normal as breathing, many, many reports have come to the attention of the church of how this comment of Susanne Tilman has changed lives. One columnist wrote of her comment, “She said in one sentence what 1000 missionaries in 1000 years could never do.”

The missionaries in Malatya will most likely move out, as their families and children have become publicly identified as targets to the hostile city. The remaining 10 believers are in hiding. What will happen to this church, this light in the darkness? Most likely it will go underground. Pray for wisdom, that Turkish brothers from other cities will go to lead the leaderless church. Should we not be concerned for that great city of Malatya, a city that does not know what it is doing? (Jonah 4:11)

When our Pastor Fikret Bocek went with a brother to give a statement to the Security Directorate on Monday they were ushered into the Anti-Terror Department. On the wall was a huge chart covering the whole wall listing all the terrorist cells in Izmir, categorized. In one prominent column were listed all the evangelical churches in Izmir. The darkness does not understand the light. “These that have turned the world upside down are come hither also.” (Acts 17:6)

Please pray for the Church in Turkey. “Don’t pray against persecution, pray for perseverence,” urges Pastor Fikret Bocek.

The Church is better having lost our brothers; the fruit in our lives, the renewed faith, the burning desire to spread the gospel to quench more darkness in Malatya …all these are not to be regretted. Pray that we stand strong against external opposition and especially pray that we stand strong against internal struggles with sin, our true debilitating weakness.

This we know: Christ Jesus was there when our brothers were giving their lives for Him. He was there, like He was when Stephen was being stoned in the sight of Saul of Tarsus.

Someday the video of the deaths of our brothers may reveal more to us about the strength that we know Christ gave them to endure their last cross, about the peace the Spirit of God endowed them with to suffer for their beloved Savior. But we know He did not leave their side. We know their minds were full of Scripture strengthening them to endure, as darkness tried to subdue the unsubduable Light of the Gospel. We know, in whatever way they were able, with a look or a word, they encouraged one another to stand strong. We know they knew they would soon be with Christ.

We don’t know the details. We don’t know the kind of justice that will or will not be served on this earth.

But we pray– and urge you to pray– that someday at least one of those five boys will come to faith because of the testimony in death of Tilman Geske, who gave his life as a missionary to his beloved Turks, and the testimonies in death of Necati Aydin and Ugur Yuksel, the first martyrs for Christ out of the Turkish Church.

Reported by Darlene N. Bocek (24 April 2007)

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