My dear Blogger Friends, I need to take a minute to thank all my New Followers and Thank all those faithful as well for sticking with me.
I am truly Blessed and Humbled, FOR REAL that you are reading my Posts.
I thank God that By His Spirit guides me through the Maze of thoughts and believes “out There” I might disagree in part with some I post but the main thing that I am talking about here is, The Gospel as Paul Describes. 1 Corinthians 15:3,4 For I passed on to you the more important point that I received. The Messiah Died for our sins according to the Scriptures, HE was buried, He was raised the third day according to the Scriptures and He IS still alive.
I pray often for you all and those that follow me in my Facebook group.
“Look Who I’ve Become”
“And Jesus, walking by the Sea of Galilee, saw two brothers, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea; for they were fishermen. Then He said to them, ‘Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.’” (Mat_4:18-19).
A rush of excitement shot through our tour group when we discovered that the Apostle Peter had been walking with us for awhile – and we didn’t even know it!
“When did you…how did….where…” — I couldn’t find the right question.
Peter flashed a big smile and put me at ease. “I’ve been walking with you for about three miles now. James and John bet me I couldn’t blend into the group; but I guess I won the bet,” he said.
“So, you are on journey to a place called Grace, are you?” Peter asked, even though it was obvious he knew we were. “You will never regret having made this journey.”
“Peter, tell us about your Journey,” a young lady said.
“What would you like to know?” he asked.
“Tell me about the Day of Pentecost,” she exclaimed. “What was that like for you?”
“Astounding in every way,” Peter replied. “The day itself was truly historical, but it was what happened later that night that moved me most.”
“What happened? There was no mention of anything in The Library.”
“No, this was not written down; for nobody knew about this but me. After the Day had ended and we each settled down to sleep, I was still so full of God’s Spirit I could hardly stop trembling. My mind kept racing back through the day’s events, reliving each moment over and over.
“The mighty, rushing wind; the flames of fire, and dynamic power; the sermon – are you serious? Me, a fisherman with no formal education in such matters – yet there I stood on the Temple porch and preached to thousands. There was such clarity in my thoughts and power in my words. I was more amazed than anybody!
And then the moment came, when over three thousand souls were at once born again, and became followers of our risen Lord. Late into the evening, when everybody else was sleeping, I still could not get it out of my mind.
And as I thought upon it, my mind raced back over the years to when I first met Jesus.
“My brother, Andrew, and I were fishermen, like our father before us. One day this Jesus fellow came passing by and called out to us. “Follow Me,” He said, “and I will make you fishers of men.” And that’s what we did.
“What could a Rabbi possibly know about fishing?” I thought to myself. “But on one occasion He showed me what He could do. We had been fishing all night and had caught nothing. Calling it quits we headed in, and He called out to us from the shore.
“Let down your nets for a catch,” He said. And that’s what we did. We caught so many fish that our boat began to sink!
“Jesus told me He would make me a fisher of men. And as I lay upon my bed that night after Pentecost I could only shake my head in speechless wonder over how exactly true the Lord’s promise had proven to be. For on that Day that is what I did – I became a fisher of men!
“Me, a nobody. Born in a no-place town, working in a nowhere job, living an ordinary, no-point life. And now Jesus had brought me from that to this!
“O Lord,” I whispered quietly; “Look who I’ve become.”
all stood there in silence, watching Peter stare off into the distant sky; we could tell it all was as real to him in this moment as when it first occurred.
“Yes,” he softly said again, “Look who I’ve become.”
And then, turning his piercing gaze upon us, he spoke up with Pentecostal fire and said, “Stay on this journey, friends, and one day you’ll be saying the same thing about yourselves!”
And that’s what we are going to do.
The Ignorance of the Expert
“The stone which the builders refused becomes the headstone of the corner. This is the Lord’s doing; it is marvelous in our eyes.” Psa_118:22-23
Had it been others who had rejected this stone, there would be no reason for surprise. The man in the street can scarcely be expected to be an authority on stones. If my watch gets out of order, I would never dream of taking it to the shoemaker. If I did and he made a mess of it, I would have only myself to blame. I naturally take it to the watchmaker who has been studying watches since he was first apprenticed and who, in this particular business, is an expert.
The notable thing is that these builders who refused this stone were all experts. Stones were (if I might put it so) their bread. Daily they handled nothing else but stones. They were supposed to know everything about them. And yet these experts—these carefully trained specialists—had the witness of their folly facing them every time they passed the finished Temple. There, high up in the chief place of honor, was a stone they had condemned as useless. It was not hidden deep in the foundations. It was exalted so that every eye could see it. Someone had come along and had detected what none of the trained specialists had found—and the stone was now the headstone of the corner. Thus we see an important fact that specialists can be very blind occasionally. Experts, who give their nights and days to things, may sometimes miss the thing that matters most. All which, to dull, unlearned folk, is often so exceedingly astonished that they can only say, “This is the Lord’s doing; it is marvelous in our eyes.”
An Expert May Miss All That Matters
That ignorance of the expert is one of the common facts of life. It’s a common saying that the more one knows about a thing, the more he knows that he doesn’t know. I think it is the Sadhu Sundar Singh who tells of an Indian friend of his who was an expert botanist. He could tell you all about the daffodil and give you an exact description of it. Yet when daffodils were brought to him as a gift once, he entirely failed to recognize them. He had never seen them growing in their beauty. That man was an accomplished botanist; he was an expert in his chosen science; he had mastered the orders and the general and was an authority on habitats. Yet of the one thing that really matters in the daffodil springing up from our wintry soil, he was more ignorant than any English girl.
So men may know the planetary movements and never have felt the wonder of the stars. They may have mastered all the laws of rhythm, yet never been haunted by the spell of poetry. I am not disparaging the expert any more than I would the grammarian of Browning. Advancing knowledge always needs the specialist, and our indebtedness to him is boundless. I only wish to suggest that not infrequently the expert loses the forest in the trees, and somehow misses all that really matters.
The Power of the Book
I venture to think that, with peculiar force, this applies to the study of the Bible. Sometimes those who know most about the Bible know least of the living power of the Book. It would be impossible to put in words our debt to the exact study of the Bible. To multitudes, it is a new book altogether as the result of a sane and sober criticism. Yet there are times when one profoundly feels how a man may be an expert in the Scriptures and yet miss the only things that really matter. One may discuss the problem of the Pentateuch, and do it with all the learning of the specialist; one may have mastered all that can be known of the relation of the Synoptic Gospels, and yet the Bible, the living word of God in its convicting and transforming power, may remain unto his heart as a sealed book. Sometimes there is an ignorance in experts far deeper than the ignorance of untrained people. They are like the Sadhu’s Indian botanist who failed to recognize the daffodil. And all the time the poet and the child, ignorant of the elements of botany, may be enthralled and conquered by its loveliness.
There is something more needed by the Bible than any exactitude of knowledge. The Bible only yields its inmost secret when deep begins calling unto deep. That is why some poor unlettered woman may have a far truer grasp of what the Bible is that the specialist who is versed in all its problems. It has found her and made her glad. To her, it is a word to rest on. It has proved itself a light unto her path and never fails her in an hour of need. And all this is so wonderful to her that like the psalmist, she can only say, “This is the Lord’s doing; it is marvelous in our eyes.”
Christ Rejected by the Experts
We see the same fact with the fullest clearness when we recall how Jesus was rejected. “He came unto His own,” says John, “and His own received Him not.” Now had the common folk alone rejected Him, we could scarcely have wondered at their doing so. For the common folk were looking for a king, and Jesus was not their idea of a king. The strange thing is that Jesus was rejected not by the common folk, but by the Pharisees—and the Pharisees were Messianic experts. They were specialists in the doctrine of Messiah. They were considered as knowing everything about Him. Night and day they had studied the Old Testament with a zeal that was little short of heroism. Yet when Messiah came they failed to recognize Him though they had given many a learned lecture on Him, just as the Sadhu’s learned Indian friend failed to recognize the daffodil.
The stone was not rejected by the passers-by. The stone was rejected by the builders—by the experts, the specialists in stones, the men who were held to know everything about them. When our Lord selected that great saying and deliberately applied it to Himself (Mar_12:10), was He not sounding a warning down the ages that sometimes the experts may be wrong?