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Christine Caine reminds us that we are called to be in the world but not of it. If the church followed this call, we think something radical could happen.
Great video about how we the church need to take our responsibility seriously.
The Book of Hebrews is a very skilful document written to Jewish people living in the first century who were evaluating Jesus or struggling with their new faith in Christianity. This book carefully explains that Jesus completes the hope of Israel, that Christ is the superior High Priest and is enough for our salvation. The blood of Jesus in the New Testament is superior to and supplants the blood of animals in the Old Testament. The author of Hebrews proves that the New Testament is the reality of which the Old Testament was a type. The Old Testament type consisted of blood symbolically shed to offer salvation when the person offering was simply looking forward to the New Testament and the final sacrifice which was the Lord Jesus Christ Himself. Christianity is not a sacrificial system, nor is Christianity a means of salvation. Through the centuries people have been herded into Christianity,’ beheaded into Christianity; baptized into Christianity, but Christianity is not a means of salvation. People try to work their way into Christianity; people turn over new leaves in their lives in Christianity. But that’s not what being a Christian is. Christianity is the result of what took place at the cross. Christianity is all of the born-again believes from Pentecost to the Rapture, together with all the doctrine and duties of the church. That is Christianity.
I read this story yesterday and thought it was worth sharing.
Tess was a precocious eight years old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, “Only a miracle can save him now.”Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big Red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too intently talking to another man to be bothered by an eight year old at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! “And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages,” he said without waiting for a reply to his question. “Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick … and I want to buy a miracle.” “I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist. “His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?” “We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help you.” the pharmacist said, softening his voice a little. “Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.” The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does you brother need?” “I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up. “I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money. “How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago. “One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audibly. “And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.” “Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents-the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.” He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her and said “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need.” That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. “That surgery,” her mom whispered. “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?” Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost… one dollar and eleven cents….plus the faith of a little child. Believe in miracles. God is in control. What a different world this would be if we all had the faith of a little child.