Friday night-Saturday morning- MCM House
My new “brothers and sisters” in Christ gave me hugs as they left that night. I stood in the cool October air on the columned porch of the Maranatha House and watched them walk up the street arm in arm.
Some 25 years later I still cannot forget the expressions on their faces of hope, joy, and love. And it was because of my witness for Jesus and my new radical stand.
It had to be that, right?
In seven years as a Christian I had not seen ONE soul saved and in the space of six days, BAMO!, six hard-core non-religious types saved, baptized and filled with the Holy Spirit. Speaking in tongues; the whole shooting match.
An, “Ahem” woke me from my reverie. Marty stood by my side. He pushed his glasses up on his nose.
“Tik,” Marty said, “lets go inside and talk.”
It was after 1:00 am on Saturday morning and I had a grand total of 6 hours sleep in the last three days.
I was starting to see double.
The House had mostly cleared out. Small clusters of people huddled in corners of the meeting room; some doing many praying it appeared. But other than that the two hundred or so people who had been there for the service were gone.
Marty led me into the office and took a seat in one of the expensive and beautiful wing backed chairs that flanked the mahogany desk.
“So, Tik, how are you doing?” he said.
“Marty, I couldn’t be doing better. I mean what Jesus is doing here is incredible and to see Ricky, Rhonda, Fred, and Roger all becoming overcoming sold out to Jesus Christians …well I am speechless!” I exclaimed.
“It is wonderful, isn’t it?” he commented, in a voice of excitement. “Tik, God is going to use you, but I think it is important to understand HOW he uses us. You are bearing fruit but it is important to understand why.”
My mind was muddy from lack of sleep. Maybe that was why I was not following his line of questioning and did not understand where he was leading this conversation.
“Well, I think the explanation is the Holy Spirit and my prayers,” I said.
“I actually asked God to let me bear fruit Thursday morning. And it happened. I asked in Faith believing, just like Bob told us to, and then it happened.”
“Faith and the Holy Spirit and your prayers were certainly part of it,” he emphasized the word “part” slowly and carefully.
“But the real reason you are bearing fruit is because of your radical commitment to being a disciple and commitment to Jesus and His Body.
Well, what he said was true I supposed.
I invited Robert, Ricky, and Rhonda strictly because I knew that was what a totally committed person would do. Fred had approached me because of my total commitment to Christ.
“Yeah” I said, “I can see what you mean.”
“Tik, we talked about counting the costs, the night we met, right?” asked Marty.
“What in the world is he driving at,” I thought, “he certainly will get no disagreement from me on being sold out.”
“Right,” I replied to his question.
“That means not forsaking each other, keeping our commitments to our fellow brothers and sisters, being faithful to do what we say we are going to do each and every time… you do understand this concept, right? This is the REAL difference in who we are and what separates us from the world and fake watered down Christians we see everywhere.”
“Right,” I said again; nodding my head.
“That means that when you or I don’t keep our commitments we let the entire Body down. This is especially true for the gift of leadership like you . God is already demonstrating that he has called you out to lead.” Marty continued.
I still had no idea what in the world he was talking about. I was so tired my head was starting to nod downwards; but I did my best to concentrate on the conversation.
“When we leaders don’t keep our commitments it can cause weaker brothers to stumble, to lose confidence in what we are doing, and they miss out on our encouragement.”
I said nothing. I was in a daze.
Then as Marty continued it became crystal clear what this conversation was about.
“The Bible says we should encourage and admonish people especially those under our care. We missed you this morning Brother.”
He was talking about the 6:00 am discipleship meeting this morning (Friday) that I had missed. I had missed it, of course, because of the all-nighter I had pulled. And I was forced into this all-nighter because of my three consecutive nights of Maranatha activities into the wee hours of the morning.
I wish I could tell you that this is what went through my head at the time.
But it was not.
Instead my thought was, “Rats, I knew I should not have put my head on the desk at 5:00 am this morning to catch a few winks. I let Marty and my brothers in Christ down.”
“Sorry Marty, I said, “I got caught up in an all-night study session and fell asleep by accident.”
“Look, Tik, we all make mistakes, these things happen, but as God’s Green Berets we must set a higher standard than anyone. Your first priority is to the Kingdom and what God is doing. For one simple reason this is so: it is the only ETERNAL thing in your life, the rest is temporary, it will pass away; it will not matter in the end. But your work for the Kingdom will endure forever.”
This was all said in a very kind and gentle tone.
Please, Dear Reader, don’t mistake me, Marty said this in complete sincerity with an air of concern and belief that he was helping me. He was utterly and completely convinced of the truth and goodness of what he spoke.
“Look at what you are producing for God. But remember, He can only use tools that are molded for his purposes.” he continued.
“Let’s covenant with one another that we will put the things of God first; that we will be the point of God’s spear, the over-comers that Bob preached about tonight.”
“Amen” I answered. This is what I wanted. He was right, it seemed, the results were coming and I told him that he could count on me. That when all others fell I would still be standing.
We hugged and Marty mentioned that the discipleship group would be meeting a little later on Saturday.
“It has been a long week. Go get some sleep Tik. We will start at 9:30 am tomorrow to move the chairs and tables we are borrowing from the Jewish Community Center in Opelika. I will see you then.”
That was great, for if it took us two hours to do this I would have plenty of time to head back up the frat house and meet Sheila for the pre-game cookout at 12:30 pm. Then we could head to the game at 1:30 pm. I was looking forward to catching up with her.
For the truth was I was missing Sheila’s company.