Missing Out…

Am I Missing Out on God-given Opportunities?

A BLOG by Shane Pruitt

We all go through difficult days, times and seasons. No one is exempt.

However, when we’re going through these rough situations, our world tends to get very small, with us at the center of it. We’re actually foolish enough to think that we’re the only ones in the world that ever has a bad day.

“No one understands what I’m going through, and if they did, then, surely they’d react just like I am.”

This reaction, of course, often includes a lot of griping, pouting, sighing, complaining, bellyaching, and a Facebook post or two.

Usually when I’m having a rough go-at-it, my shoulders slump, my head droops, and my eyes focus in on staring at my own navel. While I stare at my own navel, time continues and opportunities are all-around me that I completely miss.

What kind of opportunities? People-opportunities.

God often uses difficult situations in our life to bring a blessing to someone else, but many times we completely miss out on those opportunities. It’s like God lobs us softballs to hit, and the bat never leaves our shoulders because we’re so consumed by the difficulty at hand. There are so many opportunities to impact people that we never even see. They literally fly right by us while we’re looking down.

A recent conversation with my wife, Kasi, brought these things to mind.

Our son, Titus, who is adopted from Uganda, was having a routine surgery that ended up being anything but routine. He was in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) for three days. This blindsided us. Focused on the circumstances and the situation left me completely bummed.

However, Kasi shared with me later on that she’d had four separate conversations with nurses and doctors about adoption, our involvement in ministry, and global missions! In fact, she was able to help one particular nurse find information on medical missions so that she could be involved in God’s global plan as well.

What? Our son is in ICU, and God is using you to bring Him glory by encouraging others? That doesn’t make sense! I’m the “paid Pastor” here, and all I wanted to do was use that time in the hospital to moan, groan, and mope.

Wow! God may have been lobbing me some of those same opportunities, but I never saw them. I missed them. Struck-out! My focus was on the situation, and not on the truth that God is in control, and He is using this for His glory. There must be gospel-opportunities here.

Thank God that Kasi’s focus wasn’t on her navel, and she actually saw the opportunities coming her way. She was able to swing because she was ready. The focus was right.

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Another example comes to mind: Steve Webb. I love and miss this man, dearly. He battled leukemia, and ultimately won because he is with Jesus now.

The battle raged on for over two years. In the last four months of his life here on earth, he had lost a lot of weight. He was in a hospital room, knowing of the possibility that the end was near, and obviously experiencing a lot of physical pain. If anyone had a right to complain, gripe, focus on himself or quit, he did. But that is far from what Steve did.

Steve realized that his suffering brought with it many opportunities to point to Jesus and to be a blessing to others.

It was at this time that we’d just planted C3 Rowlett. The church was barely a few months old. There were many Sundays where I’d wake up with a lump in my throat and a pain of nervousness in my stomach getting ready to go preach to our baby congregation. Grabbing my phone I noticed a missed call and a voicemail. It would be Steve Webb praying for C3, me, and for the gospel to boldly go forth.

That doesn’t make sense! I don’t understand that! Want to talk about fair?

Here is a man physically dying who is praying for me, and praying for others that he doesn’t even know. I’d give anything to have those prayers still recorded. Oh, how I would cherish to hear those prayers prayed over me again every Sunday before preaching multiple worship services.

He didn’t miss opportunities to glorify God and to bless people! His focus was right. Love Jesus and use situations to identify with others.

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Why do I get it wrong so often? How many opportunities have I missed because I was staring at my own belly-button feeling sorry for myself?

Jesus never promised us easy. He never said, “Come, follow Me, and every thing will go exactly how you want it to.”

But He did promise, “I’ll never leave you, or forsake you” (Hebrews).

Lord, keep my eyes off of myself, and my circumstances. Keep my eyes instead focused on you. Please, remind me daily that “you got this,” and that it is not my job to worry. You’ve called me to glorify you with this life, and to be a blessing to others. Thank you for reminding me that the best way to minister to other people is to meet them where they are, and I could never do that if I didn’t go through difficult situations myself. Thank you for the opportunities that you send my way.

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.” – 2 Corinthians 1:3 – 4 (ESV)

“I want you to know, brothers, that what has happened to me has really served to advance the gospel.” – Philippians 1:12 (ESV)

What Do We Tell Our Kids about Santa?

A BLOG by Shane Pruitt

What do we tell our kids about Santa?

As a pastor, I get asked this question often during the Christmas season.  “How should Christian parents approach the topic of Santa?” (Here is a great resource if you’re interested in the history of Santa Clause: http://www.history.com/topics/santa-claus)

Many Christian parents decide to jump in with both feet on the Santa fun, while others give the Santa topic a complete stiff-arm.  What I’ll do in this post is give the two most popular options, jot down a thought or two on each option, then tell you another option that we do with our children.  I am not at all saying that our option is the perfect way of doing things.  Every family has to pray, decide, and act upon the option that works best for them.  Here are just some things to consider. Ultimately, I believe that as Christian parents we are our children’s pastors. And that is a really, really big deal.

The Two Most Popular Santa Options:

Go “all-in” on the Santa Fun:  This can be and often is a lot of fun for both the parents and the children.  After all, you can use Good-Ole-Saint-Nick as a ‘ever-watching-eye’ for you to use as a tool to make your little ones “act right.”  For example, “You better stop doing that…  You don’t want to end up on the ‘naughty list’ do you?”  “You better go to sleep, or Santa isn’t going to come!”  You can play into the Santa stories, and often it makes us feel like children again ourselves.

However, as Christians, there are some things to consider here.  Our job as Christian parents is to teach our children from an early age that Jesus deserves the center of our attention.  He is supposed to be number one in all seasons!  Is it possible that we are helping to create an idol in the lives of our children?  After all, we’re helping them put more focus on Mr. Clause than on Jesus Christ.  Are we teaching them that Santa and his list is the ultimate judge when actually Jesus and the Book of Life is the True Judge?Often, by accident, we are more concerned about our children’s actions than we are about the state of their hearts.  It can be easy to create a consistent model by saying, “If Santa sees you ‘being good’, then you will get want you want.”  However, our goal as Christian parents should not be to create moralists, but rather to foster obedience to Jesus and His word as an act of worship in response to the gospel.  Last, but not least, one day they will find out that we’ve been lying to them for years.  Could we unintentionally be teaching our children that it is ok to lie as long as it is done in good fun?  If you’re “just playing along,” it is ok not to be truthful.  That could be a lesson that comes back to bite us in the rear end in their teenage years.  “Who taught you that is ‘ok’ and ‘fun’ not to be truthful?”  “Well, you did, mom and dad.”  In a interview with Brad Pitt (a father of six), he talked about discovering the real deal about the North Pole, and it was a “huge act of betrayal” for him as a little boy. He told E! News, “when I found out the truth, I was like ‘Why? Why? Why would you lie to me?”

Give Santa Clause the Stiff-Arm:  This option is to tell our children from the beginning that there is no such thing as Santa Clause, Rudolph, North Pole, etc.  You and your family avoid all things Santa:  movies, decorations, pictures, etc.  I’ve seen children comment at school, “I can’t color this picture of Santa because my parents don’t want me to associate with anything that has to do with that fake-red-fat-man!”

However, there are things to consider with this option.  In choosing this no-tolerance for Santa option you’re being truthful with your children.  I can see where this approach can be seen as very admirable.  If you choose this route for your children, I think there should be additional intentional teaching for them.  For example, they should be informed that other children’s parents think it is ok for their kids to believe in Santa.  Why is this important?  It’s not your six-year-old’s responsibility or role to tell all the other first-graders, “There is no such thing as Santa Clause, you dummies!”  Also, if we’re not careful, we can create a sense of pride and self-righteousness in our children that they know the truth while others do not.  Remember that we are our children’s pastors. They are ultimately our responsibility.  If this is the route you choose, disciple your kiddos to be serving, loving, patient, and understanding of the upbringing of others.  Don’t create and foster that kid in the class that ultimately grows up to be that adult in the church…a self-righteous legalist who does nothing but give the pastor an ulcer.

Another Option:

Santa is Like Cinderella:  This is the option that we choose for our family.  You can tell that we have girls.  We actually have two girls (ages seven and two), and a boy (age one).  Our son is still a little too young to know about Santa, so this is what we tell our girls:  Santa is like Cinderella.  He is not a real person, but he is fun to talk about, be entertained by, and see in art (movies, decorations, etc).  This option allows them to know the truth, and still participate in the fun.  They don’t have to sit out any activities at school, can still have their pictures with Santa, they can watch great movies (like the old Rudolph clay-mation), and see Santa decorations without being confused by them.

However, they still need to be sensitive of the others at school and church that have been told that Santa is real by their parents.  Once again, it’s not my child’s job to educate their peers about Santa. It is the parent’s job.  Also, I don’t want a parent-teacher meeting because my red-headed daughter traumatized all the boys by telling them that their hero is like Cinderella!

You may be thinking, “Who cares?  What is the big deal?”   God has given us the amazing and humbling task to be a steward of the next generation that ultimately belongs to Him.  We are pastors and disciple-makers to our children, so everything we do is a really, really big deal.  We should care a whole lot!

Whatever option best fits your family, just make sure that Jesus remains the number one focus.  Teach your children that He is the reason for the season.  That baby Jesus was the promised Son of God.  He grew into a man to die as a perfect man for mankind.  He was buried and came back to life three days later conquering sin, death, and the grave.  He showed Himself for forty-days, ascended into heaven, and one day He is coming back for His people!  He is our hope.  He is our peace. He is our joy.  He is our love!

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God Won’t Give You More Than You Can Handle!

A BLOG by Jami Lee Gainey

“God won’t give you more than you can handle!”

Christians and non-Christians alike tend to cling to statements like these. It sounds good, it looks good in a frame, on a bookmark or coffee cup, and most importantly, it makes us feel good. It gives us confidence that we have the ability to overcome no matter the back-breaking, tear-filled, exhausting situations we experience. Undoubtedly, the intention behind these words is good, and I’m almost sure I’ve even uttered them before to someone. But there’s a pretty significant problem with this statement.

It isn’t true. It isn’t in the Bible. It’s a statement focused on man instead of God. And that is always dangerous.

Let me introduce some friends to you. This family knows how false that statement is. They know because God gave them more than they could handle.

Shane and Kasi Pruitt married in September of 2004, gave birth to their first daughter in May of 2006, and their second daughter in July of 2011. In April of 2013, the Pruitts became a family of 5 when they brought home Benjamin Praise Kakande from Uganda as their son.

At the beginning of 2012, they decided to move forward in the process to adopt internationally. Although the Pruitts always felt like they would adopt at some point, their decision to begin the process came earlier than expected. After spending a weekend with a couple who adopted a little boy from Ethiopia, Shane and Kasi began examining their reasons for waiting to adopt.

“Anything we came up with was pretty worldly,” Shane remembered. “Finances, busyness, whatever it was. It was all just pretty worldly.”

Shane witnessed his own parents providing foster care to nine different children. After his parents were separated from and unable to adopt a foster child they had for over four years, Shane identified a common reason that often prevents people from considering adoption or foster care: fear of getting hurt. Despite this possibility, the Pruitts decided to begin the adoption process.

“Initially we just thought it was a good thing, but as we matured in our faith in Jesus, we realized that we were orphans and our father adopted us,” Shane said, pointing to Galatians 4. “We were redeemed by Christ. We are adopted. We are sons. We are able to cry out ‘Abba, Father.’ It’s been huge for me in realizing who I was outside of Christ – an orphan – and who I am in Christ – a part of a family.”

Kasi likewise shared the change in her understanding of adoption.

“You start looking into adoption and reading books about it and you realize that it’s so much more than just saving a child,” Kasi said. “In America, we have this savior complex of ‘I can do so much for this child.’ But reading God’s word, it’s not about us at all.”

While waiting to be matched with a child, their son, whom they wouldn’t learn about for a few more months, was born. Benjamin Praise Kakande came into the world on November 10, 2012 outside of Jinja in Uganda, Africa. His biological mother died during childbirth, and his father was unemployed and unable to care for him. Since the mother was not around to breastfeed, and the father not able to afford formula to feed him on a regular basis, Praise became very sick, malnourished, and weak. At six-weeks old, he was taken to a small remote clinic by an aunt, where they tried to place an IV in his head to begin nourishing him. He was too small and weak to have the IV placed elsewhere. The IV was left in one spot for too long and caused a bad infection on his head. After developing the infection, Praise was transferred to a hospital where they nursed him to a state where he could survive some pretty intense surgeries to remove the infection. At three months old, the hospital did two emergency surgeries, removing about 40% of the skin from his skull. After another month of healing, doctors performed a skin graft by taking skin from his thigh, and fusing it directly to his skull. In his first several months of life, he spent 3 months in hospitals and clinics, having three major surgeries.

As Praise lay in a hospital in between surgeries, the Pruitts received their first knowledge of him via email from a couple they’d never met before who were also adopting from Uganda. This couple heard of Praise and his situation, and felt compelled to contact Shane and Kasi about him. After a few days of him being nothing more than a prayer request in the Pruitts’ home, Kasi sent a private message to the director of the baby home to check on Praise’s condition.

“Through multiple online conversations between Kasi and the director of the baby home, a very sobering question arose in our minds and hearts,” Shane remembers. “Is it possible that God intends for Praise to be our son?  Is it possible that this child is our son that currently lies halfway around the world in a clinic, with an infection taking up a third of his head, fighting for his life? Our only son? God, what are you doing?”

The first picture of Praise that the Pruitts saw truly captivated their hearts for the boy. He was lying on a small thin mattress. His arms and legs were bone thin, his stomach was bloated from malnutrition, his face had an anguished look, and a thin towel covered the infection on his head.

“In that picture, his physical state was gut wrenching,” Shane said. “And yet just like the first time we saw our two daughters, he was the most beautiful thing we had ever seen!”

Although the adoption process already seemed differently than what the Pruitts anticipated, a few distinct instances happened over the next several weeks and months that truly proved overwhelming for each of them.

A few weeks after hearing of Praise, the Pruitts received another picture of him, this time revealing a great deal more of the wound on his head. Shane remembers being at the office when Kasi called, struggling with words to convey how bad it really was before forwarding the email to Shane.

“My breath was taken away,” Shane said. “My emotions and thoughts ran a full gamut. Regrettably, my immediate thoughts were, ‘We can’t do this. We can’t handle this. This is way over our heads. This is a lot bigger than us. This isn’t the perfect little African baby that we had in our mind.’”

Despite the Pruitts’ immediate sense of bewilderment and incapability, God began to speak to them precisely concerning the details that overwhelmed them so.

“After about 15 minutes of my face just buried in my hands, it was like God started speaking,” Shane said. “’This is your son. This hasn’t changed a thing. Even though it was a shock to you, it wasn’t a shock to me.’ I knew that this was what God had called us to and that he would see us through it. Even if we bring him home to die, he’s going to die knowing that a family loves him, and he would go from our arms into the Father’s arms.”

Kasi similarly described some of the darkest moments in the adoption process for her specifically. The Pruitts led a team from their church to Uganda in March of 2013, which was when they met Praise for the first time. A few weeks later, in April, the two of them returned to finalize the adoption process and bring him home. Upon landing in Uganda, Kasi checked her email to discover that Praise was hospitalized with pneumonia.

“It was a shot to the gut, and we couldn’t get a hold of anybody that night,” Kasi said. “The message just said to please be praying for Praise and another baby that was in the hospital, and that it didn’t look good. I remember crying that night and saying to Shane, ‘Did we come here just for him to die, and we’re going to go home alone?'”

The director of the baby home informed the Pruitts the next morning that although she had not expected him to survive the night, Praise still lived. Shane and Kasi eventually were able to visit Praise in the hospital, an open shed with a concreted floor. When they left him that day he lay resting under a mango tree hooked up to his IV. After a few more weeks of paperwork and procedures, and after Praise’s condition improved, the Pruitts brought him home to join their family.

Although grateful to introduce Praise to his two sisters, as well as several other friends and family, the Pruitts took him immediately to an appointment with specialists where he had his first set of examinations and diagnoses in America. More bad news accompanied the reports. Scans of Praise’s head revealed proof of physical abuse.

“They came in, closed the door behind them and turned off the TV. I knew they were about to tell us bad news,” Kasi said. “At that moment we felt like, ‘What are we doing? This is way more than we expected or can handle.'”

Like Kasi expressed, all that they’ve experienced with Praise has been way more than they expected and way more than they can handle. But precisely through those exact circumstances, God continues revealing deeper truths about himself.

When asked about the idyllic adoption experience the Pruitts anticipated before ever learning of Praise, both expressed embarrassment immediately over the fantastical and unrealistic aspects of what they expected. In essence, they imagined a perfectly healthy African baby boy who would be running around without any problems, a sports lover and athlete like Shane, and a kid who got along perfectly with his two older sisters.

The reality is that Titus comes with a lot of questions, a lot of unknown details. Doctors and therapists say that they won’t know until he gets older if he will have any disabilities or not.  More operations are scheduled for the future. Kasi takes him to at least one doctor appointment a week, and he undergoes therapy twice a week. Although it is quite possible that he may lead a normal life, it’s equally possible that he may not. It’s possible that Shane and Kasi may never be empty nesters.

And yet despite all of these challenges, difficulties, and unexpected events, the Pruitts recognize God’s sovereignty in each of the details, and they’re grateful for it.

“I think, for us, had we brought home a perfectly healthy child, I wouldn’t have learned the lessons that God has taught me,” Kasi said. “I’ve experienced some of the lowest points of my life, but also some of the most growing and sanctifying times of my life. God knew what we needed, and that was Titus.”

God knew what they needed. And what they needed involves continual overwhelming circumstances that prevent them from depending on themselves, but that constantly point them to look to God for guidance, wisdom and strength.

“In some ways it’s such a blessing that we are so overwhelmed because we are constantly reminded that we are not capable,” Kasi said. “Before having Titus home, I would think about Christ returning and I would think, ‘Oh, I just want to see my daughters get married first.’ But now through Titus, and through this whole situation, I long for Christ to come back. I was so content in my happy little American lifestyle before that I was missing the big picture. There hasn’t been a moment when we rely on ourselves because there’s been so much that we haven’t been able to.”

Benjamin Praise Kakande officially became Titus Praise Pruitt on June 26, 2013. He now carries his father’s name. He continues to grow and astonish his parents at his improvement. Titus means honorable, and God daily shows his miraculous strength through him. This once malnourished little baby now weighs over 22 pounds. When the Pruitts first met TItus, the list of things he could not do seemed endless. Having 8-10 seizures a day, Titus was unable to move his head from side to side and his hands remained clenched into fists. His eyes followed nothing and no one and he never smiled. Now, this almost one year old baby boy recently weaned completely off his seizure medication. He holds his head up, plays with toys, army crawls occasionally, and smiles all the time. He is a son, a brother, a grandchild, a great-grandchild, a nephew, and a cousin.  Shane and Kasi admit how easy it can be to forget everything God has already done through Titus, and they express their desire to continue telling his story in order to remember themselves what God is doing.

“I don’t want to paint the picture that we don’t still struggle in moments with what Titus goes through,” Kasi said. “It’s never a question of if we’ve made a bad decision bringing him home or not. I long for him to be healthy. I never want him to experience another seizure again, but if he does, I find peace in knowing that this is only for a moment when it compares to eternity.”

As you read the Pruitts’ story, I’m confident that their desire is not that you marvel at them and their decision to adopt. They tell their story to point to God and his glory. Their insufficiencies place the beauty of God’s strength on display. Marvel at that. Take comfort in that. Rest in that.

Did God give them more than they could handle? Yes.

Do they still feel overwhelmed? Consistently.

And like they expressed, and as they know to be true from scripture, that’s exactly where God wants them. He knew what they needed.

And so it is with all of us.

It can be easy to feel like failures, to question God concerning our circumstances, and to forget what he has already done, to forget the truth of the gospel. The truth that we must remember is that, apart from God, we are malnourished, wounded orphans. Apart from God, we are incapable and overwhelmed.

But we can be overwhelmed and exhausted and weak because our God is not. He’s sovereign and working in all of the details, despite whether or not we recognize him, question him or praise him in the midst of it all. It’s his faithfulness we can trust. It is on his promises that we place our dependence.

“I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.” John 14:18

Praise God for such amazing truth.

Your Husband is not Your Child

A BLOG by Jami Lee Gainey

One of the pastors at our church spoke these words this past Sunday as he addressed wives during part of his sermon.

Your husband is not your child.

Now, this is a simple statement with which most of us would probably agree. Of course our husbands are not our children. I think I even nodded my head in agreement when I first heard the words. But the more time I spent thinking about that statement, the more conviction I felt, and the more I realized my need for repentance in this area.

You’ve heard the jokes before, right? A bunch of women get together (oftentimes church-going women are the worst!) and we talk about our children, adding one more to the count so as to include our husband in the mix. It seems harmless enough. Granted, some of my husband’s needs are the same as my son’s needs – they both require food, for example (and I’m learning that, as males, they both need a lot of food!). But what usually accompanies those jokes is a bitter, complaining, self-seeking tone: “Well, I have to go take care of my two boys at home…you know, neither of them can do anything – it has to be all me.” When these words leave my mouth, not only am I begging for selfish attention and expressing discontent in my role as a wife and mother, I’m also demeaning my husband’s role to the equivalence of a 12 month old toddler.

Why is that so wrong? Ephesians 5:33 says, “…let the wife see that she respects her husband.” I don’t know about other men, but my husband doesn’t find it very respectful when I treat him like a child.

I can hear the rebuttal already (and I’ve wrongly used it myself in arguments with my husband): but my husband does act like a child! He won’t pick up after himself, I have to cook for him, clean for him, do his laundry, and he seldom notices. If anything is going to get done around the house, it’s got to be me. Just last night, for the four hundredth night in a row, he left his dirty clothes on the floor in our bedroom instead of placing them in the hamper that sits about eight feet away!

If you’re anything like me and have found yourself saying anything similar, chances are that there is at least a little exaggeration or untruth to the argument. But let’s say that it is all true. Let’s say that your husband completely and totally acts like another one of your children. Doesn’t that give us as wives the right to treat them like children, at least until they get their act together? Doesn’t it?

Although there have been times I would have liked to think so, and times I’ve tried to justify my own sin by instead pointing out my husband’s failures, the answer is still no. Why? That answer is simple.

The gospel.

But God showed his love for me in that while I was still a sinner, Christ died for me (Romans 5:8). When all I knew to do was run from him, oppose him, and attempt to steal the worship and honor and glory that only he deserves, he loved me. He extended his grace when I didn’t deserve it and while I could never earn it, even in a lifetime’s worth of attempts. He absorbed the punishment and wrath that I deserved and instead turned it into God’s favor upon me. As the same pastor at my church said a few weeks ago, no one could ever do anything worse to me than what I’ve done to God. And yet he extended grace to me, forgave me, and continues loving me despite my daily shortcomings.

Remembering the gospel opposes the idea that I am allowed to treat my husband as I judge that he deserves, based on his actions or lack of meeting my expectations. Respecting my husband is not an action I can choose to ignore if I determine that he hasn’t appreciated me enough lately, fulfilled my requests of laundry placement or done all in his power to “make Momma happy.” Respecting him is not an option which I can disregard when I feel like cracking a few jokes with other women at the expense of my husband. Respecting my husband is a commandment. It’s what obedience looks like for me.

Remembering the gospel helps me recognize the myriad of ways my husband leads, shepherds, and loves me well. Instead of focusing on silly misplaced laundry, I’m grateful for the hard work my husband exerts to provide for our family. Instead of complaining about all of the cleaning I have to do, I’m grateful for the mess of toys in the living room caused by my husband playing with our son. A gospel-centered attitude replaces hateful, bossy, bitter words with kind, gentle and patient words spoken out of humility and concern for my husband’s well-being. Instead of attempting to change his behavior, I’m grateful for my husband’s companionship and am learning how God designed us to complement and sanctify each other.

And remembering the gospel reminds me that my attitude of respect towards my husband is about much more than just our marriage…it’s part of modeling the gospel to others.  Ultimately, this gospel-informed attitude adorns and points others to my God.

It’s not an option, it’s a commandment. It’s obedience.

And I’ve found that when, by God’s grace, I am actually obedient, true joy accompanies that obedience.

Colossians 3:12-13: “Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another, and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.”

Only 4 Minutes to Live

A BLOG by Shane Pruitt

If I only had four minutes to live, what would I say?

There is a book in the New Testament called 2 Timothy.  I’ve been reading it a lot lately, and it’s quickly becoming one of my favorites.  The apostle Paul wrote this letter to his son in ministry, Timothy, who is a young pastor in Ephesus.  This letter is the last known writing of Paul before his martyrdom at the hands of Nero.

Paul was released from his first Roman imprisonment for a short period of time during which he wrote 1 Timothy and Titus.  However, 2 Timothy finds Paul once again in a Roman prison apparently rearrested as part of Nero’s persecution of Christians. During Paul’s first imprisonment, his writings contained a lot of confidence and hope that he would be released.  However, in 2 Timothy, you see no such hope of being released.  Paul seemed to know that his impending death was certain.  I look at this book as Paul’s last Will and Testament.  It’s almost like Paul was given a pen and paper and told, “This will be your last letter.  What do you want people to know? What are the last words you’d like to share with them?”

In his letter, aware that the end was near, Paul passed on many beautiful truths to young Timothy.  But, at the end of his letter he closes with two very important statements:

  1. Don’t worry about me because I’m going to be with Jesus.  “The Lord will rescue me from every evil deed and bring me safely into His heavenly kingdom” (2 Timothy 4:18).
  2. This Lord that I’ve known and have possessed will continue to be with you, even when I’m gone.  “The Lord be with your spirit.  Grace be with you” (2 Timothy 4:22).

Wow!  I’ve read that a lot lately with tears in my eyes.  It caused me to reflect on what I would say.  What would I want my wife, children, loved ones, the faith family of C3 Rowlett, absolute strangers, etc. to hear from me if I only had 4 minutes left to live?

First I’d take a quick 15 seconds to kiss my wife, look each of my three children in the eyes and tell them I love them, do the same with my loved ones, and encourage our faith family at C3 to spur one another on to push back the darkness. To everyone else in totality, I’d take the remaining three minutes and forty-five-seconds to share the following:

At the end of the day, my life’s passion is to remain a nobody trying to tell everybody about somebody!  This is the only message I have.  This is my four minutes!  What would yours be?  Get this message of hope out to everyone you know.  Feel free to share this video because it isn’t my story; it’s His story!  As a Christian, it’s your story, too.  Do people know that you’re a Christian?  Have you shared His story with them?

Use this as a tool to say, “Hey, I am a Christian.  If I only had 4 minutes, or if you only had 4 minutes, this is what I’d want you to hear.  So, would you please watch this video?”  These four minutes could change someone’s eternity.

Lastly, if we’d want to use the last four minutes of our life to share this message of hope, if it really is that important, shouldn’t we use all the time that God has given us to share about this beautiful Jesus?  Why wait until the end?  Share it now, before you only have four minutes left.

I’d love to hear any testimonies from this video and your experience of sharing it by leaving a comment below.