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Wednesday, 19 August 2009

  • Chapter 4 of Damascus Road, salvation; more than faith alone

    I can remember my high school Sunday school classes like they happened last week. Some of the best memories of my Christian life occurred doing those two years. I forged friendships and learned concepts my youth pastor didn’t delve into. One discussion that sticks in my head was a study we did on grace. Our teacher asked us simply what we we’re saved by, and most of us responded back “grace” or “faith”. He then asked us to prove it from the Bible. We each flipped to the back, in the concordance, and diligently searched for every mention of the word grace. I found Ephesians 2 and flipped immediately there scanning for every mention of grace. I raised my hand and read off Ephesians 2:8 and ever since that Sunday morning that verse has been grilled on my mind.

    Over the years any mention of works in accordance with salvation has thrown up a red flag in my psyche and I would immediately begin quoting, “You are saved by grace through faith…”. Thus, when radio show hosts and preachers would say that Catholics believe you have to work for your salvation it made perfect sense to me that most Catholics weren’t actually saved. They could work all they want, but in the end their good deeds are nothing but filthy rags to God.

    I hope you can see that when I looked at salvation from a Catholic viewpoint during this time I was very scandalized. I knew I was saved by grace through faith, but Catholics believe that works play a good part in salvation. How was I to reconcile these issues? Also, what about the Catholic belief that you have to be baptized in order to be saved?

    In Church history I remember learning that Martin Luther broke away from the Catholic Church for two very important reasons; his beliefs in sola scriptura (Bible alone) and sola fide (saved by faith alone). In order to validate his belief that we are saved by faith alone he wanted to remove the epistle of James from the New Testament canon. He often referred to it as an “Epistle of straw.” I never quite caught on to that until I reread James and figured out why Luther disliked the epistle of James. Because, the whole latter part of the second chapter James completely defeats his belief in salvation by faith alone!

    James 2:19 You believe that God is one; you do well. Even the demons believe–and shudder! 20 Do you want to be shown, you foolish person, that faith apart from works is useless? 21 Was not Abraham our father justified by works when he offered up his son Isaac on the altar? 22 You see that faith was active along with his works, and faith was completed by his works; 23 and the Scripture was fulfilled that says, “Abraham believed God, and it was counted to him as righteousness”–and he was called a friend of God.24 You see that a person is justified by works and not by faith alone. 25 And in the same way was not also Rahab the prostitute justified by works when she received the messengers and sent them out by another way? 26 For as the body apart from the spirit is dead, so also faith apart from works is dead.

    Once again, in my previous eight years of being a Christian I had read the book of James countless times. I had preached numerous messages involving the fact that faith without works is dead, but how did I skip over verse 24 for so many years? As an evangelical I had always believed and been told that my justification came by my placing of faith in Christ’s work on the cross and accepting him as my Lord and Savior. Yet now, I have before my eyes, a verse that undeniably states my justification before God is a result of the works I produce because of my faith, and not just by my faith alone.

    Clearing this hurdle opened up so many verses that I had been unable to grasp. (Understand every protestant / evangelical/ Christ follower has a list of verses that they don’t know what to do with. These verses don’t fit their doctrinal beliefs so they get placed in the back of their mind until some one can push a square peg through a round hole with those verses) Believing for so long that my salvation was a product of my faith I was unable to understand why Jesus told the people in Matthew 5 that if unless their righteousness exceeded that of the Pharisees they wouldn’t enter into the Kingdom of God, and why he told the young ruler that if he wanted eternal life he needed to follow the commandments. Good works are a product of, and work in cooperation with, our faith in God.

    Moving beyond this either or thinking to a both and mindset towards salvation helped me wrestle my next issue, baptism. As a youth pastor, over a four year period, I baptized some thirty teenagers. Before these baptisms I stressed the fact that the water was a symbolic action where they were publically recognizing their faith in Christ and their determination to live for him. The water was just water. It had no special magical powers to save them. Yet, in a verse I had commonly used to argue against the saving power of baptism I found a reason to believe that baptism does accompany salvation.

    John 3:5 Jesus answered, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God.

    Believing that salvation was by faith alone, through grace, I pushed a square peg through a round hole and interpreted the water as the water involved in the birth of a newborn child. I knew it sounded weird, and it made Jesus sound way too much like a doctor, but it allowed my doctrine to match. Furthermore, this is the way I was taught to interpret this scripture at Bible College. Jesus said water, but what he really meant was this kinda water.

    This interpretation had always bothered me, but I stuck with it. However, as the other pillars of my evangelical faith were falling apart, and the way I personally interpreted scripture, I began coming back to John 3:5 and asking is the water involved in pregnancy really what Jesus meant? As I put myself in Nicodemus shoes I realized if I would have heard Jesus say to me that unless one is born of the water from a pregnancy and the spirit he cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven I would have immediately asked, “So Jesus you mean to tell me that I first have to be born in order to go to Heaven? Well, everyone alive meets that requirement.” When you put it into perspective how redundant and foolish does it sound for Jesus to tell Nicodemus, and those who would read this text, that we have to born first before we can enter the Kingdom of God? When Jesus said you have to be born of water what he really meant was water!

    While that verse will be debated upon until there is no water left, author and speaker, Steve Ray pointed out a verse that is so forthcoming that no one can render a second meaning. What this verse says it means.

    1 Peter 3:21 baptism, which corresponds to this, now saves you, not as a removal of dirt from the body but as an appeal to God for a clear conscience, through the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

    No matter how you try to sugar coat or dance around this verse the Apostle Peter couldn’t be any clearer. He undoubtedly defines the truth that baptism is an essential part of our salvation. It isn’t just a public announcement of your commitment to Jesus; it’s the very act where we are raised from death to life in our new life hidden in Christ.

Tuesday, 18 August 2009

  • the role of tradition, chapter 3 of Damascus Road

    I had been taught since day one of my Christian life that tradition was a bad thing that people needed to get around it in order to live better, fuller Christian lives. It was because of these traditions, people had grown up with, they were unable to enjoy being Christians. They had an invisible list of dos and don’ts and these were holding them back. When I looked at Catholics I saw a laundry list of traditions that could be no where found in scripture that were causing them to live in fear and fallacy. I knew Catholics didn’t read their Bible, but how much more clearly did Jesus have to make it in Matthew 15 when he condemned the traditions of man? The question I now ask myself is how much more clearly did Jesus have to make it for me?

    2nd Thessalonians 2:15 So then, brothers, stand firm and hold to the traditions which you were taught by us, either by word of mouth or by letter.

    2nd Thessalonians 3:6 Now we command you, brethren, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that you keep away from any brother who is walking in idleness and not in accord with the tradition that you have received from us.

    Twice, in one epistle, Paul clearly tells the Thessalonians to follow the traditions that Paul and others handed down to them (Besides, Jesus condemned the traditions of MAN not those handed down in inspiration by God.) In fact, Paul places both the written teaching and oral teachings in the same boat of tradition. Our New Testament is written tradition. The teachings on Mary’s Immaculate Conception, her assumption into Heaven, Zacharias’ death, etc. are the oral traditions which were passed on until formally written down but not included in the New Testament canon.

    The common argument against the use of tradition in Church is that the Bible is solely authoritative and this point is demonstrated in 2nd Timothy 3:16 when Paul states that Scripture is inspired by God and profitable for teaching, reproof, correction, and training so that a Christian should be complete. In fact this was the verse I quoted most often to Jordan when the debate over tradition arose. However, what I never saw in my Bible only glasses was this scripture in no way makes the claim that is the sole authority for Christians. It states scripture is profitable for the following things, but in no way the only thing you need. What one should also take into account is when Paul wrote this epistle. This wasn’t written in the 400’s or beyond when the New Testament canon had been agreed upon; this was 60-70 A.D. when parts of the New Testament hadn’t even been written yet, much less put together in anything resembling a canon. Thus, the only Scripture Paul could have been talking about was the Old Testament.

    What I find extremely funny and ironic now is looking at the multitudes of “Bible only” churches that have numerous traditions in use that are not specifically listed in the pages of the Bible. Don’t believe me, look in your Old or New Testament and find me the sinner’s prayer, youth or worship pastors, musical instruments used in New Testament worship, or accepting Jesus into your heart.

    This isn’t an either or issue, it’s a both and. You can’t just have Scripture by its self; it must be accompanied by the oral teachings passed on throughout the generations. Both were considered tradition in Paul’s eyes. Both are considered tradition in the Catholic Church’s eyes.

Monday, 17 August 2009

  • The real presence in the Eucharist, chapter 2 of Damascus Road

    As I previously stated, in an office in February 2008, I stared a hole in the computer at work wondering where in the world this scripture had come from. This scripture was John 6, verses 35-59, especially verses 48-56. I had learned in Bible College that Roman Catholics believed that Jesus was truly present in the wine and bread of the Eucharist. However, I had always dismissed it as superstition and a horrible over emphasis on Jesus words at the last supper, “This is my body; this is my blood.” Yet, for the first time I was seeing Jesus say more then that the bread was his body and the wine was his blood, he tells the Jews that his flesh is really food and his blood is really drink. In fact he tells them seven times this truth. No talk about it symbolizing body and blood; no apologizing to the Jews, who leave because they can’t understand this teaching, saying he was only kidding. He makes the point, with no bones about it, he really means his flesh is eatable and his blood is really drinkable.

    The first thought that crushed my mind was the dang mackerel snappers were right, however, I assumed that someone had a great argument about what Jesus really meant here and that I was safe. The only plausible argument, brought up by a former Catholic (eternal-productions.com), was that in verse 63 Jesus says the flesh profits nothing. However, Dr. Scott Hahn notes Jesus says THE flesh and not HIS flesh profits nothing. Their minute attempt at trying to grasp this concept will lead them no where. The real presence is truly a mystery that defies any attempt to define it. Just like the doctrine of the trinity.

    Next I thought, ok just because these Catholics can make a good argument for the real presence, it doesn’t mean it’s the truth. Someone has to have some proof of the first Christians believing in a figurative Eucharist and then the Catholics screwed it up and it was that way until Martin Luther saved the day. I needed some proof that the first Christians were symbolic rather then literalists. Various websites proclaimed that the doctrine of transubstantiation was invented in the 5th – 6th centuries. However, that isn’t the truth. Transubstantiation was formally defined during that time period not invented. In my pursuit of the beliefs of the early Christians I stumbled upon Ignatius, the second bishop of Antioch. As bishop he was entrusted with the care and admonishment of several churches. This leadership is shown in numerous epistles he wrote to the churches under his guidance. While reading his epistles I found what I had been looking for. A formally written belief on whether the first Christians believed the Eucharist was symbolic or literal. His answer scared me.

    “Take note of those who hold heterodox opinions on the grace of Jesus Christ which has come to us, and see how contrary their opinions are to the mind of God. . . . They abstain from the Eucharist and from prayer becausethey do not confess that the Eucharist is the flesh of our Savior Jesus Christ, flesh which suffered for our sins and which that Father, in his goodness, raised up again. They who deny the gift of God are perishing in their disputes” (Letter to the Smyrnaeans 6:2-7:1 [A.D. 110]).

    A first century Christian leader in the Church defining that the heretics believed that the Eucharist was symbolic, and that real Christians believed the Eucharist was the actual body and blood of Jesus. I was scared. Seriously scared. I thought perhaps this was just an anomaly and that he was a heretic himself; thus, I searched out other writings by the early Christians.  I found a man named Irenaus who wrote an apolagetical work entitled, Against Heresies. It was a second century discourse to the Roman governor about what was really going on when the Christians met on Sundays. He writes…

    He has declared the cup, a part of creation, to be his own blood from which he causes our blood to flow; and the bread, a part of creation, he has established as his own body, from which he gives increase unto our bodies. When, therefore, the mixed cup [wine and water] and the baked bread receive the Word of God and become the Eucharist, the body of Christ, and from these the substance of our flesh is increased and supported) how can they say that the flesh is not capable of receiving the gift of God, which is eternal life — flesh which is nourished by the body and blood of the Lord and is in fact a member of him?” (Against Heresies 5:2 [A.D. 189]).

    The Romans had heard rumors of cannibalism within the Church, but Irenaus argues against the charge and describes what is truly taking place. The Christians weren’t feasting on one another, but upon the body and blood of Christ. Beyond this great apolagetical work I still had an issue; another Christian leader who clearly describes the Eucharist as the true body and blood of Christ. I had to dig deeper. My digging led to Cyril of Jerusalem. I already had quotations from the supposed “Golden Age” of Christianity; Cyril would supply me with writings after Christianity had apparently apostatized.  Cyril’s belief backed up what Christians had apparently believed for 300 years. He states…

    Do not, therefore, regard the bread and wine as simply that, for they are, according to the Master’s declaration, the body and blood of Christ. Even though the senses suggest to you the other, let faith make you firm. Do not judge in this matter by taste, but be fully assured by faith, not doubting that you have been deemed worthy of the body and blood of Christ. . . [Since you are] fully convinced that the apparent bread is not bread, even though it is sensible to the taste, but the body of Christ, and that the apparent wine is not wine, even though the taste would have it so. . . partake of that bread as something spiritual, and put a cheerful face on your soul” (ibid„ 22:6,9).

    I had before me the evidence that Christians, even the Christians during the supposed Golden Age of Christianity, believed in a Eucharist with the real presence of Christ (I will tell you right now; if you think for one second there was a group of separate Christians who believed in a symbolic Eucharist good luck finding them. In fact you won’t find any Christian literature that consistently points to a figurative Eucharist that is older then 400 years). For 2,000 years the Catholic Church has firmly held and believed in the real presence. After discovering my symbolism of the Eucharist was wrong, and in fact one of the first heresies the church fought, I knew I had to investigate other areas. Yeah, the Catholics got this area right, but they couldn’t be right about something else. Could they?

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

  • Damascus Road, where it all began. My journey into Catholicism

    (This is the opening chapter to my story, Damascus Road, detailing why I decided to become Catholic. After reading the opening chapter, and you decide you want to read on, visit PhillB.net and look for the Damascus Road tab and the chapters listed underneath it. Alot of you who have read my previous posts may remember me as an evangelical youth pastor and this story may come as a shock. Please read my whole story so you will know why I made the decision that I did. Thank you)

    I remember sitting at my desk at work with my head in my hands looking at the screen. I couldn’t believe what I had just read. There was no possible way that what I was reading was the truth. How could it be? I always thought that I was right and they were wrong. If this statement was true it would mean so much change. But, how could they be right? I mean, everyone knows their wrong. Heck, even they know their wrong. Surely there has got to be a way to explain this. I’m sure somebody has already disproven what they believe. Surely…

    This conversation I had, in my head, back in early 2008 was the start of what would ultimately change my life forever. A change that would be inward and outward; a change no one else could or wanted to believe in.

    At the time I had a very successful career as a youth/ associate pastor at a Non-Denominational/ Southern Baptist church in Poteau, Oklahoma. I had been there three years and was excited about what the future held for me. I was only twenty-two but saw so many possibilities before me. I loved being a youth pastor and watching teens grow in their faith, but my big dream was to be a senior pastor one day. I wanted to be the guy that God would use in a mighty way to reach those with broken and shattered lives. I wanted to open the Bible to people in new ways they had never seen before. I didn’t want to be mega-church pastor. I just wanted to be a pastor. However, there was a time the thought of even being a Christian was repulsive.

    I didn’t grow up in what you would call a “Christian home”. Don’t get me wrong; my parents raised me with the utmost respect, love, and care any child could ever hope to receive. Still, we didn’t go to church, and there was never any mention of God except when someone was mad. I went to church as a young child, but because of a move when I was eight years old I was unable to keep attending. It would be another five years before I would cross the doors of a church. A girl I was madly in love with invited me to come to her church for a special “youth night” involving a guest speaker, free pizza and basketball. All I knew was Brianna wanted me there, and that was a good enough reason to go.

    I went and enjoyed all the activities, and called later thanking her for the opportunity to go. After building up the courage I asked her out to a movie and she kindly agreed. As a thirteen year old I felt like I had the world in my hands. After our movie we continued to talk and I was convinced she liked me. What I never knew was that a friend of mine convinced her to invite me to the youth night at her church. She went to the movies with me out of kindness and friendship. I knew none the better.

    Weeks later, in total teenage awkwardness, I asked her out over a letter during science class. She passed the note back to me, and I kept it in my backpack until I could read it when I got home. I opened the neatly folded letter and read what seemed like a preverbal dagger through my heart, “I just want to be friends.” From then on I grew to hate her and everything about her; including her faith.

    It was over the following year that I began to ditch my preppy clothing for dark shirts. Country music was tossed aside for Rock and Metal. I even found myself trying to conjure demons. I wanted to be the antithesis of everything Brianna’s faith was. Because of my total anarchy against Christianity my soul paid dividends. During my freshman year in high school I grew increasingly depressed and even contemplated suicide. At one point I wrote, on the wall next to my bed, “I wish I could just die right now.” Death seemed like a very viable option; reaching but viable.

    Because of my depression I turned to pornography to feed the ever increasing void in my life. What started out with lusting after the girls I went to school with, became looking at photos of nude women, which eventually became watching porn on our satellite dish. What I thought was fixing my heartache was only making the emptiness inside of me deeper.

    During the middle of my sophomore year my best friend Derek invited me to attend church with him. Derek was part of the cool crowd. He always fit in. Maybe if I went to church I too could fit in. I started attending church with him that following weekend and started forming friendships immediately. I attended Fort Osage Church of the Nazarene for six or seven months, yet inwardly I was still the same porn addicted depressed teenager I was before I started attending church. Where was that change that was supposed to happen? Wasn’t I supposed to become a goody-goody? I just assumed it wasn’t for me, but to give up seeing the cheerleaders in cute skirts and tight shirts was asking too much.

    During March of 2001 my friend Bethany invited me to her church for a special “youth night” involving you guessed it, a speaker and pizza. My sole intention of going was to ask out Bethany; however, God had bigger plans for that evening. I listened to the speaker give an impassioned speech about how God had saved him from a life of drugs to one devoted to Christ. It impacted me, but I felt no need to make a change in my life. At the end of the evening he gave an altar call. I had never seen an altar call before. Seeing people go up to “ask Jesus into their hearts” was something new and dramatic. He asked if anyone wanted to become a Christian, and if they did to come down to the altar to pray the “sinner’s prayer”. I stood there in my self righteousness and thought, “Wow look at all those sinners.” After more people went up he asked the question that pierced my soul, “Those of you still standing, if you were to die tonight, do you know with full confidence that you would go to Heaven? If you don’t come on down here.” I reasoned with myself that I hadn’t killed anyone so surely God would let me into Heaven, yet that answer didn’t seem good enough. What if God didn’t let me into Heaven? I had to know for sure I was going to go to Heaven.

    I ran to the front with tears streaming from my face, and a man led me in the sinner’s prayer. I had no idea what I had just prayed, but he told me that I was a Christian. I went to school the next day and sought out my Christian friends and told them what happened the night before. During lunch they helped me sort out my new faith. Who would have ever thought my first discipleship would have came from some ninth grade girls?

    Over the next months I began to embrace my new faith and fought hand in hand with my pornography addiction. After six months I was porn free, and was truly living a life sold out to God. The years went on, and my pursuit of God increased. I loved reading the Bible, and sharing what I had learned with others. After struggling with months about my future I accepted the call into the ministry. I felt so blessed that God had given me the gift to share with others what I loved so much.

    Later that year in the winter of 2004 I received a phone call from a Southern Baptist Church in southeast Oklahoma. I was only nineteen and in my first semester at Bible College, but the pastor was laying the opportunity for me to accept a salary paying position as their youth pastor/ associate pastor. It seemed like so much so soon, but it was an opportunity to start doing what I wanted to do all along. Teach and preach the Word of God. My first day was January 2nd, 2005; however, it would only be four years later in January of 2009 I was at Immaculate Conception Parish in Poteau. What was I, an evangelical pastor, doing at a Catholic Church on a Sunday morning? Before I explain why I was there let me explain why I wasn’t there. When word got around, as it so easily does in a small town, that I was attending a Catholic church many rumors and theories started popping up like impatient buds after a summer rain.

    Most assume I did it in order to marry Jordan Reeves, my fiancée, who happened to be Catholic. Her Catholicity had a role in my conversion; however, it wasn’t out of love for her that I converted (My original intent on studying Catholic doctrine was to argue back with her Catholic parents. I had no idea it would lead to this). Before my decision we had made plans to wed in the summer of 2009, and she would serve alongside me in my ministry. We had already received pre-marital counseling a year before, when I had asked for her hand, from my pastor. We had the reception hall picked out. I was calling area churches to see how many people their auditoriums could hold. Her parents hadn’t placed a pre-nuptial agreement on the table that demanded I convert if I planned on marrying their daughter. Jordan didn’t ask me to become a Catholic for her; in fact she was looking forward to being a pastor’s wife. Thus, don’t assume my journey into the Catholic Church was in an attempt to get married; the wedding was going to happen, with or without my conversion.

    Others might believe it was in an attempt to leave my old church, Grace Fellowship, over some issues such as leadership or direction. Nothing could be further from the truth. In the deacons and elders I had older men to look up to who raised their families in the fear of God, and loved their wives as Christ loved the church. Men I could quite honestly pattern my life after. In my pastor I had a man who wasn’t afraid to work in order to provide for his own family. A man who wasn’t afraid to take a chance on something new, ministry wise, even if it went against the status quo.

    Direction wise, we were in the midst of building a church that, when lit at night, could be seen from the surrounding towns. Who wouldn’t want to belong to the church that is going to get great, and might I add free, publicity like that. People can’t help but see a city on a hill shining like that.

    Some may argue I was looking for a way out of ministry and just wanted to live a normal parishioner’s life. Perhaps, after four years of being a youth pastor I was tired of church work and wanted a break. Still, that couldn’t be any further from the truth as well. Before I left Grace Fellowship I had felt God calling me into a new ministry of writing and speaking events. This was the announcement I made to the church when I told them my intentions of leaving. Doing speaking engagements wasn’t a clever attempt to hide my desire to leave so I could just go to church like most Americans. Don’t believe me? Ask the seventy or so churches around Arkansas, Missouri, Oklahoma, and Texas that I contacted about my direction and my willingness to speak to their congregations, on whatever issue, for absolutely no cost what so ever. Besides years of sermons, outlines, messages, games, events, and ministry tools I made available for free via my ministry’s website. I wasn’t trying to escape ministry; I was entering a new realm of it.

    A few others might think that I was tired of being a Christian and wanted a way out. Maybe, after living as a Christian for the majority of my teen and early adult years I was ready to go “have some fun” and “live a little”. Besides, aren’t all Catholics just flaming hypocrites anyways? Understand, as a Catholic I am called to a higher ethical and moral code then I was as an evangelical. It amazes me how I never heard any evangelical pastor have any definitive answer why they believed abortion was a sin, yet using a contraceptive and preventing/killing a human life was somehow ethically higher? We can trust that a man we have never seen before, whom we also believe is God’s son, 2,000 years ago died on a cross for our salvation, but we can’t have the same faith to trust God with our sexuality and reproductive cycles. We can trust God with the direction of our lives, but we can’t on how many kids we’ll have?

    Thus, this leaves me at the context of why I am a Catholic. Not because of any of the excuses I listed above, but because I believe that the Catholic Church is the living, breathing Church that Christ established 2,000 years ago on Pentecost.

    I believe it’s very important you see why I reached such a conclusion as this. In sequential order is the issues that brought me to the realization that evangelical is not enough. I had to become Catholic.

Wednesday, 29 April 2009

  • Asking Jesus into your heart...

    As a fifteen year old in a Baptist Church in Independence, Mo I came face to face with the decision of a lifetime. The evangelist asked the crowd, "If you were to die tonight do you know with 100% assurance that you would go to Heaven. If you don't know then please come to the altar now." Immediately I saw a swarm of teenagers rush to the front to "receive Jesus", yet there I stood debating with myself about how good I was or wasn't. Finally, after realizing that I wasn't that good at all I wen't forward to "ask Jesus into my heart." I was the last person to come forward that night.

    I was led by a man known as the "mail man" into an office to pray the "sinner's prayer." You know, that prayer where you ask for forgiveness and ask Jesus to come into your heart. All I knew was that if I repeated those words the guy was saying I was gonna get saved. Yeehaw. However, I had no idea what I was praying that night. I had no idea what repentance was. I was told that my life was going to be dramatically different from that night on. Hmm, funny, my life was no more different that next day at the revival then it was before. I was still cussing like a sailor. I was still lusting after every busty girl in the crowd. I thought the guy said my life was gonna change after repeating his prayer. As a famous woman once said, 'Where's the beef?"

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    After 8 years of camps, retreats, conferences, and 4 years of doing ministry as a former youth pastor/ now evangelist I have heard and spoke the words, "Ask Jesus into your heart and accept him as Lord and Savior." I've often wondered what it meant for Jesus to come in your heart, but dismissed my questions because practically every pastor and evangelist I had ever heard used those words. However, over these past couple months as I have questioned every thing I have known about evangelical Christianity I find myself wondering where in the world we got this notion that all one has to do is ask Jesus into their hearts or accept him as Lord and Savior through some mechanically grounded prayer and they are a Christian. Alakazam! As I have read books like The Purpose Driven Life I find this notion scattered around the place that you pray a pat prayer and you're saved. I listen to youth driven sermons and teens are promised Heaven for accepting Jesus as if he is a lost dog. Just recently, at a funeral I attended, the pastor promised eternal life for the crowd if they repeated his prayer.

    I have searched the scriptures to find Jesus or the apostles teaching this but I can't find it. In fact you won't find it. I can't find any instance of Jesus teaching the crowds, "Accept me in your heart and you'll be saved." I don't see Peter telling the crowds at Pentecost, "Repeat this prayer after me and you'll be a Christian." As I look at the readings of the church fathers, heck even the reformers, I still can't find this simplistic notion of transformation. As far as I can tell, this idea of accepting Jesus into your heart sprung somewhere out of the pulpits of 20th century America. Now more then ever it seems as if the church in America has become the lukewarm church of Laodicea where we are so blinded by our own view of accomplishments that we can't see ourselves as God looks at us.

    Perhaps this is a consequence of false conversions resulting from pastors and preachers assuring people of salvation if they simply recite a prayer no longer then McDonald's newest slogan. Perhaps this results from too many people having Jesus in their heart but not on their tongue and on their mind. Or perhaps, sorry if this shakes up your theology, too many people believe that their actions have nothing to do with their faith. Hello!!!!! James told us in James 2 that we are not saved by faith alone! Our works accompanied by our faith show if what we claim is true or not.

    It seems the older I get in my faith the less and less I see repentance stressed in the believer's life. From what I gather, it's your willingness to repent, follow after Christ, and live out his commands that make you a real Christian, not praying a prayer where you confess your belief in him. Even the demons believe in him, and they shudder.

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