Say hello to Alan Knox

Look somewhere to the right of this post and down a little bit and you’ll find a list entitled ”Friend & Fellow Bloggers.” At the top of that list is a guy named Alan Knox.  I don’t know Alan personally, but we’ve corresponded some over the past year via email, Facebook, and our mutual blog sites, and I can say that Alan is one of the most generous authors I’ve yet to encounter in the blogosphere. The Assembling of the Church is the name of his site, and there you will find a steady stream of articles, videos, and other resources centered primarily around the theme of exploring the purpose of the church gathering. 

Given my recent reminiscence about the gathering I was part of for the past three years, I found it interesting when I came across Alan’s post from yesterday calling for real life examples of people living in organic church life. Alan cites the growing restlessness among people who read the works of various “organic church” authors today-both real and suspect-and find themselves weary of hearing about it while rarely seeing it in action. Perhaps you can relate.

The question is, what is “it?” People from all walks of life and religion talk about an “it,” and to different people “it” always stands for something different. Is that the case with “organic church,” too? Just another “it?” Judging by his post I think Alan might answer both yes and no. What do you think? Take a moment to check out Alan’s site and see what he has to say. I think many of you will find what he has to say interesting, not only on this subject but on others as well.


Watching my son, seeing the Lord

With utmost confidence I can say that my wife and kids have been the greatest teachers in my life when it comes to knowing God. Watching our kids grow up I can see the Lord so clearly just by being with them and observing the way they are. 

For instance, the other day I was with my son in his room. As I’ve mentioned elsewhere on this blog, my son absolutely loves Thomas the Train. In fact, it would be safe to say he’s a Thomas fanatic. Anyway, he often asks me to play trains with him. The other night was one of those times.

Josh (my son) received a new set from my brother and his wife for Christmas. It’s the biggest Thomas set we own to date. So when Josh told me he wanted to take it apart and put it back together all by himself, I was a little hesitant. The fact of the matter is I was afraid I’d have to do it myself if he wasn’t able to figure it out!

However, I was in for a pleasant surprise. Josh took it all apart, laid the tracks and pieces in their respective piles, and began to rebuild. I merely sat to the side and watched. Now, unless you’re a dad or have ever been a dad you may not understand this, but I was absolutely delighted as I watched my boy work. Piece by piece he put that set back together-thinking it through, correcting his mistakes, and changing this piece for that. There was even a point at which I thought he’d messed up the design and would have to go back and fix it, but come to find out (as I did at the end) he was right all along! I was impressed, to say the least.

Anyway, I can’t adequately describe the joy I had watching my son build that track. To see his creativity, to share in his discovery, and to express my pride and delight at his building in such a way that brought a smile to his face when he was finished gave me an awesome insight into the Lord. I could sense the mutual joy between Father and Son as they counseled and created our universe, taking delight in one another as they labored together.  I sensed the joy they share in everyday life-creating, molding, shaping, touching lives, and doing all that they do. It’s indescribable, really. But I got a taste of it in that moment watching my four-year old do his thing, as the student, shall we say, became the teacher. :)

I’d be interested to hear any similar insights or experiences you might have. It doesn’t have to be a father-and-son thing, either, just some way in which you saw the beauty of the Lord through a relationship, a happening, or whatever. Here’s your chance to chime right in.


Jessie Penn-Lewis & the centrality of the cross

I’m gonna guess that eight out of ten of my readers have never heard of a woman named Jessie Penn-Lewis. That’s ok. I’m writing today to introduce you to her ministry. :)

Actually, I don’t know a whole lot about Mrs. Penn-Lewis’ personal history. I’m aware there is some controversy surrounding her teachings, associated as she was with the Keswick convention and other “deeper life” movements of her day. She did seem to be a little overly obsessed with Satan and demonic activity, in my own opinion. Otherwise, what little of her stuff I’ve read has the imprint of Christ all over it, no doubt about it.

In particular, allow me to direct your attention to a little booklet entitled The Centrality of the Cross. Only 142 pages long, including ten brief, easy-to-read chapters which explore various aspects of the cross and its relation to the spiritual life of a believer, this little work is a gem. The book begins with a quote from Henry C. Mabie and goes on to further unfold the meaning of what he said, from the author’s own experience:

The Greek word used by Paul in First Corinthians 1:18 is logos… [not] ‘preaching but ’the subject matter of preaching; with the very essence of that which was to be preached; with that ‘Logos’ of the cross which constituted its rationale, its Divine reason, a reason which… he declares to be ‘the wisdom of God’…

This ‘Logos of the cross’ is conceived by Paul to be the key which unlocks the riddle of the universe, solves all mysteries, and reconciles all things…

I believe this book is actually a transcription of spoken messages delivered by Mrs. Penn-Lewis in conference. I’m not sure if it is still available through mainstream distributors, but fortunately the seeking reader always has Amazon for all of his out-of-print needs. :)

Also, for those who enjoy exploring the various historical connections between past servants of God, I know that T. Austin Sparks was briefly associated with Mrs. Penn-Lewis in her “Overcomer” ministry toward the beginning of his own public foray, and that her writings were likewise influential in the early formation of Watchman Nee’s thought as a young man. Again, I’ve not read much of Penn-Lewis other than The Centrality of the Cross, but I highly recommend it. If any of you are familiar with other of her works, I’d love to hear about it.


Missing the church

Things have been so busy for me and my family since our friends moved away and the church stopped meeting that in all honesty I’ve had a hard time processing the fact that they’re gone. We’re in a whirlwind of activity right now getting our house ready to sell, preparing to help launch a new business in the spring, and in general just trying to keep up with the kids. So in a lot of ways it really hasn’t hit me yet the way things have changed.

Even still, I miss the church. Though the full impact has yet to register within, I do feel the loss distinctly. It’s just that so much of the Christian life doesn’t make sense outside the context of a regular gathering of believers; there is that much value in a true church life. So at times, when I find myself with a spare moment (which isn’t that often), I will reminisce about our times together. For this post I decided to share about one of those times.

1 Corinthians 14:24,25 says that if all the members of the Body take turns prophesying in the meeting, and an unbeliever or outsider is present while this is going on, that that person will be convicted and called into account by the sharing of the saints. The secrets of his heart will be disclosed and he will fall on his face, so to speak, and worship God and declare that God is truly living in the church.

This is one of those verses that never made much sense to me during my tenure in formalized Christianity. Simply put, I never saw how this practice could apply to a traditional church service. First of all, there is no program in play here other than the simple “order” of the saints taking turns when they speak. That is the kind of order Paul admonished-”just don’t everyone all talk at the same time!” Secondly, the ministry is being handled by all the members present rather than by one or more professional “ministers.” This alone is revolutionary, and I need not point out how it rarely applies to a traditional church service of any stripe.

Anyway, I never really knew the meaning of this passage until I experienced it for myself, until I saw it in action. Then the scripture just lit right up! In this regard, I hold in my heart one very precious memory from my time with the church in Portsmouth. It was during a Sunday gathering. I was neither an unbeliever nor an outsider at this meeting, but the experience of which Paul spoke to the Corinthians was to be mine at this particular gathering. My week leading up to the meeting had been a rough one, as I was going through some things personally that were draining the life right out of me. Very real, very difficult stuff, to me at least.

I came to the meeting just like I did to any other, aside from the fact that I had a lot weighing on my mind. Actually, I take that back. As I recollect it was bad enough that I came with plans to share my burden with the church. But as things turned out I never got the chance, not in the way I thought at least. Once we’d all sat down in the living room the others began to share. One by one the ministry went. I can’t recall much of the content other than a whole lot was being said about the love of God.

Anyway, as I sat there listening something just came over me. Tears welled up in my eyes. Nothing being said was at all specific to my trial at the time, but that didn’t matter. In a way I can’t adequately explain with words, I saw Christ being revealed as I listened to the brothers and sisters sharing. It was powerful. All the pressure from the burden in my heart was like a great big logjam, but as I beheld Christ through the functioning of His Body it was like a mighty river came bursting through the channels of my heart, forcing it all to the surface and clearing it away. I’m not the kind of person who is given to open displays of emotion, but in that moment there was nothing I could do to hold back the tears. Finally one of the brothers looked my way and said, “Josh, I just have to pray for you.” He came over and put his arm around me and prayed. I can’t tell you a word he said but I can tell you what it meant to me. I was touching Christ, and Christ was touching me.

This is one moment among many which I will not soon forget. Hopefully the story of its memory is as much a blessing to you as it is to me. If nothing else, it helped me understand the fourteenth chapter of Corinthians in a way I never did, or could, before.


Saints in Gainesville speak out on their experience in organic church life

For this week’s blogger review I want to highlight a brother down in Gainesville, Florida by the name of Michael Young. I’ve never met Michael in person, only online, but his writings betray a genuine passion for the Lord Jesus Christ. He also just seems like a really cool guy (and no, he did not pay me to say that ;) ).

The title of Michael’s blog is All Things in Christ. Follow this link to read his introduction to a series of posts in which he and some other saints in Gainesville will be blogging about the things they’ve learned together thus far in their experience of “organic” church life. The first installment has already hit the presses, actually, which you can check out here

I have to admit that I’m a bit jealous of Michael. If you’ve been following my recent posts you know the church I was part of for the last three years is no longer gathering. So, like Michael, I’ve taken to blogging about some of the lessons I learned during that time. The only difference is that for Michael, the experience is still current! Hence the reason for my jealousy. :)

Anyway, while you’re over at Michael’s site be sure to check out the video of his testimony. And sign up to follow his future posts. Like I said, I sense a lot of sincerity in Michael’s writings and I hope to meet him face to face one day. Until then, I’ll make due by reading his blog, and I encourage you to do the same.


Worship in the New Testament

With all the talk in Christian circles about worship, worship services, experiencing God through worship, and so on, you’d think the New Testament was full of such sentiment, too, right?

Guess again.

The idea that humanity was created to worship God, or that one day when we die we’ll all go to heaven and have one big worship party around the throne for endless ages is nowhere to be found in scripture. Even in the story of creation, where you might (rightly) assume we’d be given some view of God’s original intention for mankind, we find no such element. Strange, is it not? We do find some mention of eating and drinking, of walking, of bearing God’s image and exercising authority, but not a single word about worship. Nowhere does God say, “Adam, you are a worm of the dust and I am Almighty God. I have created you to worship me for who I am.”

And what about the New Testament? We Christians believe that God became flesh in the person of Jesus Christ. And though Jesus’ disciples were slow to grasp the significance of who He was, there were flashes of light here and there which helped them to see into the mystery surrounding this unconventional Rabbi in whose footsteps they were following.

So did they spend their days prostrated at his feet? Singing praises and chanting hallelujah as they swayed from side to side to the heavenly music? Actually, no. In all the gospels we only find one or two instances where it says “they worshipped him.” And in each of those moments their worship was a spontaneous response to some clear, heaven-sent revelation to their hearts concerning Christ.

Looking at my own life and relationship with the Lord, I find it to be very similar to this pattern. In all honesty I can think of only a few times when true, spontaneous worship has risen from my spirit unto the Lord. And each time it was in response to some sighting I’d just received of Christ.

For instance, I can take you back to the very moment and the spot on the bed where I was sitting in the room of a friend at college when I first said the word ”hallelujah” in true and living response to a revelation of the Lord. It was during a time of fellowship as I sat listening to some brothers share about their experience of God. As one of them spoke it was like a light turned on inside my spirit-some connection was made-and I saw the Lord in a way I’d never seen Him before. Instantly, without thought, from hidden depths within me, worship arose and came out of my mouth in that word which I’d used rhetorically countless times before. 

This is not to say I was never sincere in my attempts to ”worship” God, or ”press in” to His presence in all those church services from the past. I was, actually. But so much work remained to be done in me (and still does) in the way of what the writer to the Hebrews calls “dividing between soul and spirit.” I had no idea that the majority of my thoughts and feelings of connecting with God in those moments was taking place mostly in the realm of my soul, and therefore was very natural and not spiritual. Unfortunately, this is what so much of what passes for “worship” across the Christian world today seems to be based upon: A highly orchestrated emotional experience (or, for you thinkers out there, an intellectual experience) masquerading as fellowship with the living God.

The soul is an incredible thing, don’t get me wrong. Our minds are God-given. The intellect, the emotions, the will-all are wonderful in their proper place. But they are there to express the life of God residing in our spirit, not to be the source of our living themselves. This is where we all know so very little compared with what we ought to know. This, in fact, makes up a great deal of the Christian quest: learning to live by the life of God in our spirit rather than the natural life we each possess in ourselves. And what a long and arduous quest it is! But well worth the effort, if you ask me. I was never fully convinced I was connecting with God in those vaunted times of “worship” anyway, to tell you the truth. I strained and strived and tried my best, but deep down I knew I was really just practicing at faking it.

:)

I hope what I’m trying to say with this post has come across clearly enough. Dividing between soul and spirit is not a topic that gets much airplay in the evangelical world today. I would love to open up a conversation among anyone out there who has anything to say in relation to the thoughts I’ve shared here.


The Torch of the Testimony

An old friend recently asked me about a book called The Torch of the Testimony by John W. Kennedy. I assume he’s thinking about reading it, so I figured what the heck, I’ll do a review. The following quote is taken from the back cover and I think sums it up pretty well:

The 2,000 year history of those Christians-and churches-that have stood outside the Protestant-Catholic tradition. This book was originally published in India in 1964 and is little known in the western world. Beginning in the first century John Kennedy traces the history of Christian groups who remained outside formalized religion down through the ages. A stirring, passionate and sometime heart-rending story of suffering to the centrality of Christ within the Body of Christ.

I first got my hands on a copy of this book about seven years ago, sometime during my tenure at Bible college. I wasn’t nearly as interested in history then as I am now-hardly at all, to be honest-so nothing about the Torch really stood out to me at that point in time. I was a little intrigued by the thought of believers coming together outside of formalized religion, but I knew so little of what that meant that I wasn’t really compelled to give Kennedy’s book the time it deserved. All I remember from my brief perusal was being struck by a passing comment the author made about the testimony of the Moravians fading away because they did not have an adequate wineskin to contain the flow of spiritual life they were experiencing. I found this interesting, but I just wasn’t ready to hear it.

Add a couple more years to the journey, throw in some fresh light on the Lord’s eternal purpose, not to mention an experience of fellowship in the Body of Christ that cut straight across the grain of everything I formerly associated with the word “church,” and I became ready for the message of this book.

Kennedy begins by exploring the origin of the Jewish synagogue and the historical context of the first Christian communities. He highlights how God was pressing on from the day of Pentecost to gain a full and undivided expression of His Son through the church, which He found first at Antioch and then in the Gentile assemblies spread throughout the Empire.

Chapters three and four examine the spiritual life and order of those churches, as best as they can be garnered from scripture, and the signs of declension which were in evidence as early on as the Jerusalem church. Ultimately threats of division, self-appointed leadership, and false teaching culminated in a widespread departure from primitive order stemming from the loss of spiritual life among the people. The development of the clergy system, consolidation of power in a single man, the rise of a federated church system-Kennedy shows how all these were unfortunate reactions of human expediency against the many perils facing the community of believers.

From there he goes on to consider the triumph of Constantine and his alliance of church and state, various reactions against the ensuing spiritual fornication of the “church” (so-called) with the world, and then the long and often overlooked history of the “torch bearers”-nameless groups of believers who held to the primitive testimony of Jesus Christ as preeminent over all things. Here is where the story gets especially bloody.

Eventually the path leads us to the Reformation of the sixteenth century, the believers called Anabaptists (independent churches who received as much persecution from the hands of the Protestants as they did Catholics), and a number of other groups who sought namelessness but were again and again labeled by their accusors according to the name of some outstanding figure among them or some practice which roused the particular hatred of the establishment. Sadly, according to historian Will Durant, “the church has killed only two types of people: those who do not believe in the teachings of Jesus and those who do.” And again, from Philip Schaff: “More Christian blood has been shed by Christians than by heathens and Mohammedans.”

Kennedy concludes with a general history of the Plymouth Brethren in the mid-1800′s (I’m still waiting for someone to take up the story from there) and a summary chapter on some of the lessons we may learn from both the mistakes and triumphs of the past. ”The denominations of today are often the churches of yesterday,” he reminds us, and declares to the reader in no uncertain terms that

The testimony of the church is positive, not merely reactionary… It is a testimony to the truth that all who are born of the Spirit into the family of Christ are one, and must grow and witness together in the fellowship of the church where the Lord dwells in their midst. The church meets on that positive ground, neither adding anything to it, nor taking anything away. But it entails sacrifice. It means the taking up of the cross, the cross of misunderstanding, of shame, of being called ‘separationists.’ Yet every spiritual movement has begun in sacrifice. That is another of history’s lessons.

The true church is the scene of a continual spiritual struggle for its own existence… If we do not hold firmly on to the fellowship of the church, it will slip from our grasp. It is of all things most vehemently assailed. It is tempted to compromise with organized Christianity. It is tempted to organize itself in order to conserve what it has gained. It is tempted to sectarianism by limiting its growth to a certain emphasis of Christian truth. When it succumbs to any of these temptations, declension follows, for progress has been limited, and when it has reached the end of its possible progress, it must fade out as a spiritual power.

There are just so many lines like this one to quote from The Torch of the Testimony that I have struggled with what to leave out and what to include in this review. At any rate, I highly recommend this work to anyone who is interested in the history of the church in the margins. You will be convicted, intrigued, inspired, and challenged by the witness of history, whose testimony unequivocaly declares, in Kennedy’s own words, that

Churches as they were in the times of the apostles have never ceased to exist… wherever God works through the power of His unchangeable Word, people made partakers of the divine nature, anxious to obey the Word which has shed a flood of light into their souls, have gathered together and are gathering together as the disciples did in Acts.


Introducing Andrew Wehrheim, blogger extraordinaire

Dear reader, today I come to you announcing good news. Great news, in fact. My friend Andrew Wehrheim has finally begun blogging! Check him out at his new site, Seeking Community. Be sure to drop a comment and tell him I sent you.

A little about Andy: We went to school together at Mt. Zion (now Summit International) School of Ministry in Grantville, Pennsylvania. A year before we ever met in person we corresponded as “Covered” and “Doulos” on the Left Behind message board spawned by the best-selling series by Tim Lahaye and Jerry Jenkins.

(In case you’re wondering, yes, I did hesitate to share that information. Let’s just say it was a long time ago.)

Anyway, Andy and I became friends at Bible college, where we were both on our way to becoming well-known superstar pastors, I am sure. ;) But as fate would have it both of our paths would change, and eventually we found ourselves churching together outside the camp of traditional Christianity. He and his wife moved to my little town just about four years ago from their home in Wisconsin, at which point we began to pursue the Lord together. What followed were the hardest but most fruitful three and a half years of my life, as together we sought to put into practice some of the things the Lord had begun showing us while we were at school and in the years following.

Andy is first-class, in my opinion. One of the most loving and compassionate guys I’ve ever met. His experience and insight into the Lord Jesus is unparalleled by most other people I know in life. Knowing him as long and as closely as I have, I can say with all honesty that I’ve never seen such a transformation in a person’s life as I have in Andy’s. He is, like David of old, a man after God’s heart. He is real, unpretentious, and down-to-earth in just about every way. He talks a lot about socialism but it’s not the kind of socialism you might think of when you hear the word. It’s the kind that is found in loving your neighbor as yourself, and not only praying but living your life unto the coming of God’s kingdom, “on earth as it is in heaven.”

Andy has a wonderful wife (Katie) and son (Andrew Peter-aka “Buzz) who are a joy to be around. I was enriched to be part of their lives for the time that I was, and sad to see them move recently to another town about two hours north of us. So I urged him to start blogging if for no one else’s benefit but my own. I hope and trust this will not be the case, though, and that Andy’s writings will find an audience far and wide, and be a blessing to all who are seeking Him who is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. So again, pop over to Andy’s site, give him a shout out, and be sure to subscribe to receive his future posts. You won’t be disappointed.


Church transplanting 101

Previously I shared a little of the history of the gathering I was part of for the last three years or so. Part of that history included some friends of ours actually moving to our town from other places in order to pursue the Lord together.

Does that sound exceptional to you? It isn’t, really. It’s been happening for a long time, actually. Consider…

On the day of Stephen’s execution in Jerusalem a great persecution broke out against the followers of the Way. The ekklesia disappeared virtually overnight as nearly all the saints were scattered to the surrounding towns and villages of the Judean countryside. Unintended as it was (by man if not by God), this is the first example we see in the New Testament of a church transplant. Then about twenty years later we see believers from all different parts of the Empire moving together to the city of Rome, another example (for more on this theory concerning the origin of the church at Rome, see here). 

All the churches in New Testament times were organic. That is, they were formed out of spiritual life. They were not airtight organizational entities modeled after a certain pattern or mode of gathering, they were living organisms whose form would ebb and flow according to changing circumstances and the needs of the people. In other words, there was not just one way of doing things but many. So much was up to experimentation as the brothers and sisters sought to follow the leading of the Spirit within.

The few instances we see of church transplantation in the New Testament are examples of this Spirit-led creativity. Odd as it may sound, these are the kinds of things that take place in an organic expression of the church. And why not? Folks move for all sorts of reasons in life. People relocate for a job, for love, or to go to school. Why would it seem strange that some would move for fellowship? It happens all the time, actually, even among saints in the traditional churches.

Now to more recent history: In the 1940′s churches among the so-called “Litte Flock” in China discovered this principle (for lack of better term) from the scripture and put into effect a considerable movement of saints and workers which turned out to be a great blessing to the churches and a benefit toward the spread of the gospel in advance of the Communist takeover. Watchman Nee was instrumental in spear-heading this movement, and when his co-worker Witness Lee moved to the United States in the late 1960′s he cast the same vision with similar results. A flood of “migrations” took place as believers who were pursuing the Lord’s eternal purpose fanned out all across the country in an effort to spread the lampstand of God’s testimony near and far.

Now in our own generation, scores of “organic” churches are taking the torch and running with it as well. Not only here in the U.S. but in many nations abroad one can find assemblies whose initial birth came about by believers moving from other locations to be built together in the same local gathering. It may sound radical to some, but it really is nothing new.

Anyway, as I said before, this is how some of the members of the little church I was part of came together. In addition to our experience, I personally know and have corresponded with a number of other believers who have taken part in similar ventures themselves over the years. Here are my observations:

Historically, the church seems to thrive best in an urban setting. In fact, a strong case can be made that this is why Paul would center most of his evangelistic activity in larger cities like Corinth or Ephesus. More people equals a greater opportunity for the gospel, and once a church has been firmly established the natural flow of life and business in and out of a city is potentially enough to further the gospel’s spread to surrounding areas. Aside from this, heavier populated areas make for more people in close proximity to one another, which is a vital element to any real church life. How can there be daily fellowship if believers don’t live close to enough to see each other regularly? For myself, I’ve now spent time pursuing the Lord with others in both a small country town of about 2000 people and a larger small town of about 20,000. I can say without a doubt that living in the city gave us more of an opportunity to explore the depth and intensity of fellowship we were seeking.

Also, in the event of a church transplant it helps immensely if the area to which people are moving is economically viable. The town I live in is low-income and high unemployment, with very few jobs and not much prospect for the future. Not the kind of place you would think of relocating to. Undaunted, a few of my friends chose to make the move in spite of this, but I’d be lying if I said it was easy for them. What’s more, there were a number of other people who probably would’ve moved in at different points as well if it weren’t for the poor economic situation. Obviously the ability to make a living factors in.

So then, coming to the close of our little experiment I can say that I’m still in favor of the church transplant, but only when it’s something done as the longing for fellowship drives brothers and sisters to come together. Ideally the Lord would raise up a work right where we are at; unfortunately this is not always the case. But as always, let those who come together take care to not become so turned in upon themselves in trying to create the perfect church life utopia that those on the outside are neglected. Most people who move to be part of a community but aren’t native to that paticular locale will not remain there for the long haul. Family, finances, the Lord, or just life in general will eventually take them away. This is to be expected, but the downside (as I am finding out) is that when the transplantees leave, if nothing substantial has been raised up among the local saints then the church goes with them! 

Just last week I was talking with an older brother about this very thing. He was part of the local church movement in the 1960′s and personally participated in more than one ”migration.” The problem, he said, was that sometimes all they did was transfer their own kind of “church culture” from one city to another. The unfortunate result, I gathered, was that rarely did a truly organic expression of the Lord Jesus Christ ever come into being, nor was a lasting testimony built up that would remain should all the original members move away again.

The church’s radiance comes from her eternal preoccupation with Christ, not from a constant tinkering with her own forms and devotion. If our look is inward let it be inward upon Him and not upon ourselves. This is one of the things I learned from my experience with the brothers and sisters who for a time stood together as fellow members of the church in Portsmouth, and to them, as to the Lord, I am eternally grateful.


Practicing His Presence: A Review

Most people are familiar with Brother Lawrence’s classic work from the 17th century, The Practice of the Presence of God. Less well-known are the writings of Frank Laubach from the early 20th century in which Laubach-a missionary to the Philllipines and author of over fifty books-chronicles his own journey of seeking to maintain a constant fellowship with the Lord. Seedsowers has put these writings together for us in a single compilation entitled Practicing His Presence. ”This book,” according to the foreword,

carries the testimony of two men’s unique relationship with God… walking in the awareness of the presence of Christ… just a Christ walked about on earth, constantly aware of His Father.

The editor immediately challenges us as to whether such a relationship is really attainable in life, if it is to be desired, and asks if such an experience is actually central to all that we know of the Christian life.  However our own stories may read up to this point, the testimonies of Lawrence and Laubach answer a resounding “yes” to each of these questions.

Reading this book is like searching through a chest full of treasure. Every page is an open window into spiritual reality. Best of all, it is not only spiritual but practical. Both Laubach and Brother Lawrence offer practical tips on how to find and cultivate the kind of fellowship with an indwelling Lord that they themselves enjoyed.

Personally, I benefited more from Laubach’s portion than I did Brother Lawrence’s. Listen to these quotes from Laubach, taken from letters he wrote to his father while living as a missionary on the island of Mindanao:

It is… that ‘moment by moment,’ every waking moment, surrender, responsiveness, obedience, sensitiveness, pliability, ‘lost in His love,’ that I now have the mind-bent to explore with all my might, to respond to Jesus Christ as a violin responds to the bow of the master.

Why do I constantly harp upon this inner experience? Because I feel convinced that for me,. and for you who read, there lie ahead undiscovered continents of spiritual living compared with which we are infants in arms.

I have tasted a thrill of fellowship with God which has made anything discordant with God disgusting.

Oh, this thing of keeping in constant touch with God, of making Him the object of my thought and the companion of my conversations, is the most amazing thing I ever ran across. It is working.

The most important discovery of my whole life is that one can take a little rough cabin and transform it into a palace just by flooding it with God.

It is our duty to live in the beauty of the presence of God on some mount of transfiguration until we become white with Christ. After all, the deepest truth is that the Christ-like life is glorious, undefeatably glorious. There is no defeat unless one loses God, and then all is defeat, though it be housed in castles and buried in fortunes.

If there is any contribution that I have to make to the world that will live, surely it must be my experience of God on Signal Hill.

If that isn’t enough to stir your hunger to read the book for yourself then I don’t know what will.  Brother Lawrence brings us more of the same in the second section, only now we have it in a modern English that is very easy to read. Practicing His Presence is volume 1 in a library of spiritual classics released by the publisher. The front cover touts it as “one of the greatest pieces of Christian literature of all time”-a lofty status, but well-deserved in my opinion. Get this gem online, or better yet through your local bookstore. Or give me a call and I’ll let you borrow my copy. Whatever you do, just get your hands on this book.


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