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Last week a federal judge ruled that the State of Alabama’s constitutional ban on same sex marriage is unconstitutional. A constitutional ban that was approved in 2006 by 81% of Alabama voters. As an American I’m extremely troubled that activist judges are ignoring the will of an overwhelming majority of Americans. However, that’s another subject for another day.
I will approach this article primarily by responding to things I have heard from those who support homosexual rights.
1. If you don’t support gay rights you’re a hate monger. I agree that there are people in our country who hate gay people but those people do not represent all of us. I also acknowledge that there are people who call themselves Christian who are full of hate. They are not Christians. I believe that same sex relationships are a sin but I DO NOT HATE HOMOSEXUALS. I’m sure that some will read this post and respond to me with anger and even hatred but I refuse to hate you back. I do not hate you and God does not hate you. God hates sin but not the sinner.
2. I was born this way. Ok! I don’t have a problem with that statement and I may be one of the few conservative Christians that you will hear say it. Here’s why I don’t have a huge problem with the statement. The Bible (my authority) says in Romans 3:23 that all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God. I was born a sinner too. Let me give you an example. When I was three years old I lied to my mother. I was a three year old liar. No one taught me to be a liar, it came naturally. I was born that way. God’s word teaches us explicitly that we should not lie. When I became a follower of Christ, part of my growth as a believer was to overcome my “tendency” to lie. So maybe you’re not a liar but you do have a “desire” to have a gay relationship. If you are a follower of Christ you should be seeking the healing and deliverance of God to change you’re desires and overcome them. I stopped lying years ago.
I have a few questions:
- If a man is born with a desire to kill should he have the constitutional right to do so because he says that he was born that way?
- If someone wants to have sex with children and their argument is “I was born a pedophile” does that make its ok?
- If a man gets married but then discovers he likes having sex with multiple people should the constitution protect him from his spouses desire for a divorce?
3. People who use the Bible to support their belief’s are “Bible Thumpers.” Ok again. I believe the Bible. I have been a student of the Bible for almost forty years. Reading the Bible and accepting it by faith is part of my faith. However as I am referring to it I’m not angry nor am I foaming at the mouth. In addition to accepting the Bible by faith I also see the Bible being fulfilled throughout history and even today. It’s real and it is the inspired Word of God. As a Christian I have to believe that. If I don’t believe it, then my Faith in Christ comes into question. The Bible is my final authority on all matters. If you don’t believe the Bible, Ok but don’t hate me because I do and I want society to reflect it.
4. God doesn’t care about homosexuality. You have to ignore the Bible to make that statement. Scriptures are replete with passages that show God’s disdain for homosexuality.
Leviticus 18:22New International Version (NIV) “‘Do not have sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman; that is detestable.
Leviticus 20:13 New International Version (NIV) “‘If a man has sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They are to be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads. Note: Because I understand scripture and understand that Leviticus is the law, I’m not suggesting that God wants us to put homosexuals to death. All I’m doing in sharing this verse is to show you that indeed, God does care.
New International Version (NIV) 1 Timothy 1: 8 We know that the law is good if one uses it properly. 9 We also know that the law is made not for the righteous but for lawbreakers and rebels, the ungodly and sinful, the unholy and irreligious, for those who kill their fathers or mothers, for murderers, 10 for the sexually immoral, for those practicing homosexuality, for slave traders and liars and perjurers—and for whatever else is contrary to the sound doctrine 11 that conforms to the gospel concerning the glory of the blessed God, which he entrusted to me.
Look at this passage of scripture from Romans 1
18 The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness, 19 since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. 20 For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.
21 For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened. 22 Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools 23 and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images made to look like a mortal human being and birds and animals and reptiles.
24 Therefore God gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts to sexual impurity for the degrading of their bodies with one another. 25 They exchanged the truth about God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator—who is forever praised. Amen.
26 Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones. 27 In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error.
I’ve given you just a sampling of scripture. There are many more. My only motive is not to “Thump” the Bible but to show you that God does care and that God does not approve of homosexuality.
If you have made your mind up about this matter I may not change it. But if your trying to decide what you believe then take my argument to heart and mind. If you call yourself a Christian but support the gay rights issue I’d love to have you hear my heart.
If you feel trapped by a desire to be a homosexuality, there is deliverance.
As I close I’d like to reiterate that I don’t hate you if you disagree. I love people, even those who do not agree with me. I love you!
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Every year during the month of January many in Christian churches spend time fasting as a first fruits offering, a way to give God the first of the new years. The church where I serve has done this for many years. I thought I would share with you two, only two important points about fasting, points that will help you.
One: It’s not supposed to be hard. Our bodies need food and when we don’t give it to them they rebel with hunger pangs, dizziness and other negative side effects. In addition to the need to have food for health and survival we Americans are accustomed to eating, eating a lot and eating a variety. Our social lives surround food. We sit at the lunch table talking about what we will eat for supper. It’s harder in our culture because food plays a bigger roll here than in many places.
Two: It’s not for your glory. If you’re drawing attention to the fact that you are fasting then you have your reward. Your reward being that other people know you’re fasting and possibly admire you or feel sorry for you. J
esus is recorded in the book of Matthew chapter six saying, “When you fast, do not look somber as the hypocrites do, for they disfigure their faces to show others they are fasting. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. But when you fast, put oil on your head and wash your face, so that it will not be obvious to others that you are fasting, but only to your Father, who is unseen; and your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.
We fast for the Glory of God. Read Isaiah chapter fifty-eight and see the results of fasting. Here is the list.
- To loose the chains of injustice.
- To untie the chords of the yoke.
- To set the oppressed free.
- To break every yoke.
- To give food to the hungry
- To clothe the naked.
- Your light will break forth.
- Your healing will appear.
- You will call and the Lord will answer.
Wow. That’s pretty impressive but there is no way a man can get or take glory for those results. The glory goes to God. If your fasting for attention or for your glory, STOP and go get something to eat. You’re wasting your time. That’s it! I believe in fasting and I believe that it brings great results in our lives. Blessings on you.
Below are links to good books on fasting.
- Fasting:Opening The Door To A Deeper, More Intimate, More Powerful Relationship With God. Jentzen Franklin
- The Fasting Edge, Jentzen Franklin
It’s 10:50 in the morning. I’m sitting in a booth at the local McDonalds. I’ve been here since about 9:00. My seat is next to a window. I can see the traffic going by and the sun is pouring in. Some days this McDonalds is my office. Why McDonalds? Because my community doesn’t have a coffee shop with deep arm chairs and low light. That would be nice.
A very precious lady from my church came by about an hour ago and expressed to me that she knew I was having a hard time getting anything done with all these people around me. It’s quite the opposite. I don’t do it often but it seems that I can get more done in McDonalds that in the supposed sanctity of my office. There my desk is populated with notes, invoices, clutter and more. Things that distract me and draw my attention away from what I need to be doing. Here at McDonalds the only thing on my desk are a salt and pepper shaker, my phone, my coffee and of course my computer.
I think the employees here think I’m homeless. Or maybe the owners of this establishment might want to charge me rent for this space. Or, I might get the gossip lovers fired up. I can hear it now. One gossiper is talking to another fan of gossip saying something like, “I’ve been by McDonalds several times this morning and that preacher’s truck has been sitting there all morning. Surely we’re not paying him to hang out at the coffee shop.” Please excuse my limited grasp at humor. I don’t have any people in my church that are like that (wink).
The truth of the matter is I’ve had a quite productive morning. Life is full of distractions. Sometime escape is discovered in the most unlikely place.
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Boarding an Air India 747 was quite an experience. Smoking was allowed on these flights so we made sure to purchase seats in the non-smoking area. Three things stand out in my memory about boarding the aircraft. The sights; mostly Indian people who seemed to be right at home on this airplane. The sounds; chatter in the Hindi language, some english and The smell: not to be disrespectful but one thing I’ve learned about Indian people is that they love to cook with strong smelling spices and the aroma of those spices stay with them, on their breath, in their clothes.
We found our seats just three rows from the very back of the aircraft. I would be in seat A which was by a window. Felicia was in B the middle seat and in the isle seat was a young Indian who was a student at New York University. His name was Naresh.
It was late and our decent would be into the dark skies over the Atlantic ocean. I couldn’t help but think about the TWA flight that had gone down over these same waters at about this same time of night. I was still a bit nervous about flying and to make it worse I was on an Air Indian flight, leaving New York in the dark for a thirteen hour flight over the Atlantic Ocean. I knew the flight would go by fast because I was exhausted and ready for some sleep.
Something wasn’t right. I could smell cigarette smoke. I looked around the cabin and there were several passengers who lit up as soon as the no smoking light was extinguished. This can’t be right because we purchased seats in the non smoking area. I was not very happy when I discovered that not only were we in the smoking area but we were in the rear of the aircraft, the place where passengers from non-smoking came to smoke.
My eyes searched the cabin as far as I could see. Looking for empty seats. Somewhere Felicia and I could move to escape the stifling smoke that had already formed a thick cloud. No luck. This 747 is packed. I didn’t see an empty seat anywhere. I asked the flight attendant who was not compassionate about our situation. “There are no other seats,” she said.
This flight would be long. Thirteen hours to London with a short layover. Ten hours from London to Bombay (now Mumbai) with a short lay over. Two and a half hours from Bombay to Bangalore for a total time including flying from Pensacola to JFK with layovers of nearly fifty hours. The seat was tight the smoke was thick and there was a long way to go. Felicia and I agreed the best thing to do was try and relax and get some sleep.
I looked at Felicia and she looked a bit concerned too but as I looked around the cabin no one else seemed to notice the popping noise at all. There was a gentleman across the isle from me, dressed in a suit and tie. He was reading the sports page of the Pensacola News Journal. He never looked away from his paper. Apparently Felicia and I were the only ones who seemed to be concerned. I felt pretty stupid when it dawned on me that the sound I was hearing was the landing gear. We were approaching the Atlanta airport. The aircraft sped up and then slowed again. Faster, then slower as the pilot lined up for a landing. Moments later we were taxing to our gate.
Looking out the window it was much different than Pensacola. At the Pensacola airport there were only four aircraft parked at the one concourse. In Atlanta there were hundreds parked at many concourses.
We didn’t have to change concourses in Atlanta and there was about an hour in between arriving and leaving for New York’s JFK Airport. Felicia and I found a snack bar and had a diet coke. It was all new to us. We were tired but excited.
Our flight from Atlanta to New York followed the East Coast. It took two hours but it seemed like moments and we were landing at JFK. We were in New York City. Well at least at a New York Airport. I must admit to you that I never saw even the skyline of Manhattan but it was still New York.
It wasn’t even lunch time yet and we were in for a long wait for our nine o’clock flight. To make things harder we had to keep up with our four large suitcases and our carry on bags during the wait. With the load there was no need to try and leave the airport so we found seats in our departure concourse and waited. I don’t remember much about that time except it was long. We had a nine hour wait which would be followed by nearly thirty hours of flying and layovers before landing in Bangalore. I do remember having my first Nathan’s New York Hotdog for lunch. It was pretty good.
After a long wait the Air India ticket counter finally opened. It was so nice to finally get rid of those four large bags for a while.
Arvind had given me the dress code for preaching in India. “Suits! All Suits!” he said. I’m not sure that was the custom as much as that’s how Arvind wanted me to dress. Having never flow commercial and having heard horror stories about lost luggage I prepared for the worst. Most of my clothes, including all of my suits and a pair of dress shoes were framed into a roll up garment bag that I was using as carry on luggage. If our luggage was lost I’d still have suits.
Just a little over a decade before our trip an Air India 747 went down in the Atlantic ocean because of a bomb detonation at 31,000 feet. Not long before our trip TWA Flight 800 went down just off the coast of New York because of an explosion. The security at the gate of our flight was extremely tense and thorough. Every cary on bag was being searched. I didn’t know this was going to be the case or I wound not have so overpacked my roll up garment bag. When the poor lady unzipped it, Well lets just say, we had a mess on our hands. It took me a while to get everything back in place and force the zippers but it was done and we waited in a large waiting room to board.
We were already lonely. At least ninety percent of those waiting with us were of some eastern decent. They all appeared to be Indian. We hadn’t left New York yet but we were already in India. It sure would have been nice to have had Arvind with us. Even the promise of an American missionary waiting in Bangalore would have brought some level of comfort. We were about to fly over eight thousand miles to a foreign country where there would be no familiar faces. It doesn’t seem like such a big deal now but it was then. We were leaving the country for the first time in our lives, alone.
This is Part III in the India series. Please read parts 1 and 2 first.
The preparation was completed and the time arrived that we would actually fly to the other side of the planet. The morning of departure started extremely early. An international flight starting in Pensacola required an early arrival. The flight from Pensacola to Atlanta would depart at seven which meant we had to be there by six. I’ve never made it a practice to be anywhere right on time. I had to be early so we were there by five thirty. Felicia was already tired and now aggravated at me because we were the first people in the airport that morning. The ticket agents were not even on the job yet.
I had never flown commercial so even the simple task of checking in with the ticket agent was nerve racking to me. I didn’t want to look green, even though I was. I managed to check the four large suitcases and get our boarding passes without any unbearable embarrassment. It was just a little after six in the morning but because of a late night to bed, less than good sleep, an early alarm, a forty minute drive to the airport and the stress of getting checked in we were already exhausted. I had no idea that it would be nearly forty hours before I would get another moment of sleep. I guess in some cases it’s good to not know the future.
We said bye to our family members who had come to see us off and our kids. I don’t think the kids really understood what was going on but they seemed sad. Felicia and I were extremely nervous and excited about our trip be we too were a bit sad knowing that it would be fifteen days before we saw them again. I can’t imagine the emotions that military parents deal with leaving their children for such long times. I also think of the early days of world missionaries, especially the “One Way” missionaries who packed their belongings into coffins, leaving family and friends behind knowing they would never see them again. All for the sake of the Gospel.
The Delta MD-80 was not a huge aircraft but fairly large coming out of the small Pensacola airport. Every seat was occupied and my seat was more than occupied.
I have always been a lover of thrill rides so takeoff was exhilarating for me. I had been in the air many times in small private aircraft but had never felt the G-Force of a jet takeoff. As I said, exhilarating.
The flight to Atlanta was to take less than an hour. Just long enough for the flight attendants to serve beverages and then pick up the trash. I had managed to relax and enjoy the view outside the window until I heard a loud popping noise and then felt the aircraft slow dramatically. To say I was concerned would be an understatement.
It was the late 90’s. We were serving a church in North West Florida as their pastor. It was a church of less than 200 people in a small community near Pensacola. The salary was modest. We had three small children, a dog and one car.
Felicia and I had never even flown on a commercial flight much less left the country. We were pretty much home bodies, so when our Indian friend Arvind suggested that we should go to India with him to preach the gospel we didn’t really take it seriously.
Some time passed by, we were hosting Arvind and Susan in our home, he was cooking Indian food, helping Adam with his math and chasing our little girls around the house to the sound of squeals in a game of hide and seek. Our children loved Arvind. The food was awesome and they loved the way he loved to play. In a moment of stillness he looked into my eyes and said with his perfect English but with a heavy Indian accent, “pastor Scurlock you and Felicia should go to India with me to preach.”
“Ok,” I said and he smiled. While the smile was still large and his eyes sparkled with happiness I’m already having a personal conversation with myself inwardly. “Jeffrey! What are you thinking? India?”
I was certainly no missionary. As a matter of fact I entered the ministry with the hope and expectation that God would never call me to a foreign country.” I encouraged my church to give to support missionaries, we gave to all kinds of missions endeavors and the monkey was off my back,. I thought.
Arvind immediately began putting the wheels in motion for our trip. Before I could say “now wait a minute and slow down,” the date was set. A few days later the phone rang and when I said hello I was greeted with Arvind’s usual telephone greeting, “Praise the Lord pastor Scurlock.” Then he pushed us another step closer to India with, “I have reserved your airline tickets and I need $3000 to pay for them.”
“I don’t have three thousand dollars right now.”
“Pastor Scurlock, God will provide.”
I knew God was a miracle worker but three thousand dollars to me might as well been three hundred thousand. I agreed with Arvind vocally, “Amen, God will provide,” but I had major doubts. After all I am human and three thousand dollars to fly to India seemed a little extravagant for me.
My congregation knew I was planning a trip to India. What they didn’t know is how little faith I had that it would ever actually happen.
A couple of days later it was Sunday. Sunday’s are stressful for most pastors. I’m one of those. I’ve often said that my least favorite time of the week is Sunday morning before service begins. Most Sunday mornings were spent dealing with the anticipation of what the day would bring, some stress usually accompanied by an upset stomach and coffee with men from the church. The morning rocked along, pretty much normal. The morning service must not have been anything special because I have absolutely no memory of it. What I do remember is Betty walking to greet me at the pulpit when the service ended. She was a middle-aged widow. Her husband had been killed a couple of years earlier in an accident. She lived a simple life, a small home and old car, a couple of dogs on her front porch and her kids, mostly grown by now. “God told me to help you with your trip to India,” she said while reaching out to me with a folded check in her hand. I immediately began having one of those personal conversations in my head. As I’m reaching out to receive the check the conversation in my head goes something like this. “She’s a widow lady! What could she do? I know Betty doesn’t have much so Jeffrey don’t let your expectations of what that check amount is exceed common sense because you might be setting your self up for disappointment.” As the conversation in my head continued I reasoned in myself that Betty could probably donate a hundred dollars and that would be extravagant for her.
Now with the check in my hand I embrace Betty to say think you and then she walks away. I didn’t want to seem to eager so I waited until she had exited the building.
Yes, it really happened. Years ago at one of our previous churches a little older lady who was not a shut-in called our home. Felicia took the call and had a look of shock on her face as she held the receiver to her ear. Then came her response to the call, “no mam, I don’t think he will do that. I’m so sorry.” As I wait for the call to end curiosity is getting the best of me. Felicia put’s the phone down and said to me. “You are not going to believe this. That was (name not important) and she wanted to know if pastor Jeff would go to the store and buy her some panties.” It’s funny now but at the time I didn’t take it with such humor. Why? because folks will find any reason to become critical and put their pastors in difficult lose-lose situations. In twenty-nine years of pastoral ministry it never ceases to amaze me what good folks expect from their pastor.
- They expect him to know without being told.
- They expect him to always be there even if He doesn’t know that there is a there where he needs to be because he hasn’t been notified or he needs to be somewhere else.
- And they expect him to do the outrageous, like errands for panties.
Here are a few tips on some things you can do or not do to be a blessing to your pastor.
- Don’t expect the outrageous. Your pastor is not your errand boy, your delivery boy and certainly to the fetcher of panties. Now honestly I have found pleasure through the years serving folks who needed me. I have purchase the occasional gallon of milk because I asked if they needed anything or was just trying to minister to someone who I knew (because they told me) was going through a difficult time.
- Don’t expect your pastor to know without being told. It always gets me when I ask someone how they are and their response is,” better.” Why? Because most of the time I’m wondering, better that what? They have been sick and expect their pastor to know it. They didn’t call their pastor they just expect that some little bird told him. ‘t your sick let your pastor or someone in the church office know. If you want a visit for prayer say it. Something like this, “I’m sick and would like pastor to come by and have prayer with me.” Or “I’m sick, I don’t want anyone to come to my home or the hospital room but would love for my church family to be praying for me.” It’s really that easy. Communicate with your pastor. Let him know what the boundaries are. Some people don’t like having the pastor or anyone else come into their home or hospital room. Tell him that! Most of the time pastors are left guessing.
- Be understanding if your pastor can’t come right now. Many times I’ve had (even in small churches) multiple situations at one time and must choose where to be based on what limited knowledge I have.
- If you are missing church services, please, please, please take the responsibility to let your pastor know where you are and why your not attending church. Please don’t expect him to be pastorPI. A simple call, a voicemail, a text even a Facebook message to let your pastor know. That way he can take the appropriate action or non-action.
It all comes down to communication. Our world has never been more connected. Social media, land lines, cell phones, text messaging, email, etc. Your church may have one pastor or you may attend a church that has multiple staff members. Regardless of the size of your church communicate with your pastor or pastoral staff. It will be very much appreciated.
It all come from the memory of the lady who wanted me to buy her panties. Blessings!
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Note: As the readership of this site increases I like to perodically repost articles that received a lot of attention. This is one of them. The subject of Christians and alcohol use is a hot button, especially in my part of the country.
I’ve given a lot of thought recently about the subject of Christians and alcohol. And I want to share with you my personal conclusions. This is in no way an exhaustive paper on alcohol. It’s a brief description of how I feel.
First of all you need to know my culture and my heritage. My Spiritual heritage is this. I am a third generation Pentecostal Christian. I understand chances are that many who read or hear the title Pentecostal immediately envision snake handlers, miracle spring water and someone rolling on the floor in church. That does not describe my heritage. As a matter of fact it grieves me that most crazy, weird, money grubbing false teachers identify themselves with Pentecostal circles.
I did grow up in an environment where Christianity and alcohol did not mix. My culture is the Bible belt. I grew up and continue to live and pastor in south Alabama, which many refer to as the buckle of the Bible belt. In my culture growing up Alcohol was considered evil, a tool of the devil. I was taught that if you drank that you were living in sin and losing out with God.
In my years as a pastor I have grown in my relationship with God and have a much greater understanding of the grace of God that I had growing up.
Where in my past the subject of alcohol was a subject of heaven or hell I now understand grace and know that this subject is not a heaven or hell discussion.
I recently preached a message in my church on this subject and the line of thought in this blog follows closely what I said in that message.
I am not a holier than thou preacher and this message is not meant to be judgmental or condemning. It is not my desire to run people who drink away from my church. Our church is for everyone. None of us are perfect and all of us are still trying to grow.
The question might be posed, if your going to deal with a subject why not one that the Bible is clear on like gluttony, gossip, backbiting and sexual sins, all of which the Bible clearly deals with? Those are all subjects that preachers need to address but this blog is on the subject of alcohol. Note: IF I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN A CHURCH FULL OF GOSSIPERS OR A CHURCH FULL OF DRINKERS I’D TAKET THE DRINKERS EVERY TIME.
After giving this subject much thought, reading, praying, etc., it is my personal opinion that alcohol has become an extremely negative force in our society. In my experience as a pastor every time I’ve been told of the sexual molestation of a child, alcohol was involved. I’ve counseled with females through the years who have become pregnant outside of the bonds of marriage and most of the time they blame alcohol. Alcohol in itself is not evil. What people do under the influence of alcohol most of the time is.
According to a government web site (nrd.nhtsa.dot.gov) over 100,000 deaths a year can be blamed on alcohol. How?
- 5% of all deaths from diseases of the circulatory system are attributed to alcohol.
- 15% of all deaths from diseases of the respiratory system are attributed to alcohol.
- 30% of all deaths from accidents caused by fire and flames are attributed to alcohol.
- 30% of all accidental drowning’s are attributed to alcohol.
- 30% of all suicides are attributed to alcohol.
- 40% of all deaths due to accidental falls are attributed to alcohol.
- 45% of all deaths in automobile accidents are attributed to alcohol.
- 60% of all homicides are attributed to alcohol.
- About 5,000 teens die every year due to teen alcohol use.
When it comes to alcohol use the readers of this blog have a variety of experiences as to the use of alcohol.
- Some of you have never tasted an alcoholic drink in your life.
- Some were taught to not drink alcohol. You did. You went through what you would call a rebellious stage, did your drinking for a season of life and then stopped.
- Some of you were raised in homes where alcohol was abused and it caused you to either become an alcohol user yourself or to run from it and call it evil.
- Some of you were raised in homes where moderate drinking was part of life.
I understand that for some this is a cultural issue. I also understand that in some cultures of the world that alcohol is as much a part of life that in my world drinking a glass of iced tea is.
For me the subject of alcohol is not one of sin, heaven or hell. It is a subject of what my lifestyle says about my relationship to God. What does that person who may be on the fence with God think if they saw me drinking or heard me say that I do drink? In my culture even those who do not claim to be Christians frown on Christians who drink. Does that mean that I have to let non-believers dictate how I live my life? No! However I should be concerned how my lifestyle affects those who are new in faith or those who are considering making faith in Christ their life.
If you, as a believer drink alcohol I am in no way saying that you are a sinner, calling you a hypocrite or trying to judge you. Your decision to have alcohol in your life is between you and God. As a pastor I have told my congregation that I wished they wouldn’t drink alcohol. I have also told my leaders that I expect a higher standard and that leaders at our church were not to be drinkers. If they have been drinking they are to stop with no questions asked.
Why do Christians want to drink anyway? Is it the taste? Is it an attempt to be socially accepted? Maybe it’s because they are an alcoholic and don’t even know it. Maybe it’s because they like getting even a small buzz. It could be the need to feel just a little bit naughty. I don’t know.
Question: WAS THE WINE MENTIONED IN THE BIBLE FERMENTED OR JUST GRAPE JUICE? After much research I believe that the wine in the Bible was in fact fermented wine. When Jesus turned the water into wine, it was wine. I have learned that it is believed by many scholars that in Jesus’ day that wine was diluted with water but I’m not going to try to make that my case.
Wine was wine. Yes it was fermented. Why then do I have a problem with Christians and wine? It is absolutely because alcohol plays a completely different role in our culture than it did in Bible times and like music I believe that satan has taken something innocent and perverted it for his uses.
Question: ARE THERE ANY SCRIPTURES THAT SPECIFICALLY METION ALCOHOL THAT LEAD US TO BELIEVE THAT DRINKING ALCOHOL IS A SIN?
NO! For those of you who were raised like me I hate to tell you this but I cannot find one scripture that specifically says that drinking alcohol is a sin. The Bible does mention being drunk. There are several scriptures that tell us not to be drunk.
Question: Jeff, in light of your answers to the previous two questions do you believe that Christians should abstain from the use of alcohol?
YES! WHY? Culture and the possibility that one drink could lead to destruction and your Christian witness.
Proverbs 14:12 There is a way that seems right to a man, but it’s end is the way of death.
Every person who gets drunk starts with one drink.
- Every person who becomes an alcoholic begins with one drink.
- Every person who killed other people in an auto accident because they were drunk began with one drink.
- Conservative estimates of sexual assault (molestion to rape) prevalence suggest that at least 25 percent of American women have experienced sexual assault, including rape. Approximately one-half of those cases involve alcohol consumption by the perpetrator, victim, or both. Alcohol contributes to sexual assault through multiple pathways, often exacerbating existing risk factors.
- According to the National institute of health the consumption of 1 Liter of alcohol per year raises the chances of divorce by 20%.
In closing I want to share with you 1 Corinthians 8 from the Message. As you read it I ask that you read it in light of today’s culture and with alcohol in mind.
1-3The question keeps coming up regarding meat that has been offered up to an idol: Should you attend meals where such meat is served, or not? We sometimes tend to think we know all we need to know to answer these kinds of questions—but sometimes our humble hearts can help us more than our proud minds. We never really know enough until we recognize that God alone knows it all.
4-6Some people say, quite rightly, that idols have no actual existence, that there’s nothing to them, that there is no God other than our one God, that no matter how many of these so-called gods are named and worshiped they still don’t add up to anything but a tall story. They say—again, quite rightly—that there is only one God the Father, that everything comes from him, and that he wants us to live for him. Also, they say that there is only one Master—Jesus the Messiah—and that everything is for his sake, including us. Yes. It’s true.
7In strict logic, then, nothing happened to the meat when it was offered up to an idol. It’s just like any other meat. I know that, and you know that. But knowing isn’t everything. If it becomes everything, some people end up as know-it-alls who treat others as know-nothings. Real knowledge isn’t that insensitive.
We need to be sensitive to the fact that we’re not all at the same level of understanding in this. Some of you have spent your entire lives eating “idol meat,” and are sure that there’s something bad in the meat that then becomes something bad inside of you. An imagination and conscience shaped under those conditions isn’t going to change overnight.
8-9But fortunately God doesn’t grade us on our diet. We’re neither commended when we clean our plate nor reprimanded when we just can’t stomach it. But God does care when you use your freedom carelessly in a way that leads a fellow believer still vulnerable to those old associations to be thrown off track.
10For instance, say you flaunt your freedom by going to a banquet thrown in honor of idols, where the main course is meat sacrificed to idols. Isn’t there great danger if someone still struggling over this issue, someone who looks up to you as knowledgeable and mature, sees you go into that banquet? The danger is that he will become terribly confused—maybe even to the point of getting mixed up himself in what his conscience tells him is wrong.
11-13Christ gave up his life for that person. Wouldn’t you at least be willing to give up going to dinner for him—because, as you say, it doesn’t really make any difference? But it does make a difference if you hurt your friend terribly, risking his eternal ruin! When you hurt your friend, you hurt Christ. A free meal here and there isn’t worth it at the cost of even one of these “weak ones.” So, never go to these idol-tainted meals if there’s any chance it will trip up one of your brothers or sisters.
I’m interested to know what your feedback is. Good or bad! Love yall, Jeff!