Thursday, 29 March 2018

The Mystery Of Immortality

In Paul’s resurrection chapter he brings us face to face with the shocking common denominator of all men, death. He speaks to those who have seen all earthly hope collapse and lie in shattered fragments at their feet. He encourages those who in one moment of time have had their world turned upside down to come crashing down around them.

He speaks to those who have realised that eyes that once smiled have closed, lips that once spoke have fallen into cold silence and the warm loving grasp of a vibrant hand has forever relaxed. He addresses all men who, no matter how lightly they may treat the matter or how desperately they may try to circumvent or delay the issue, must someday stand on common ground as their hearts ponder the same age-old question of the mystery of immortality.

The stark reality of man’s mortality is made evident in the life of even the most sceptical. He cannot avert his eyes from the spectre of death that overshadows his every step. He cannot silence the voice that shatters his self-imposed naivete.

The timeless question of Job of old breaks loudly into the false sanctity of his consciousness with all the force of a wailing siren:

"If a man dies,  shall he live again?"  Job 14:14

Paul and Job urge man to break out of the shell of self-deception and face the issue squarely. He implores man to come to grips with the implications of man’s mortal existence, no matter how painful the encounter with reality might be. He insists man admit the hopelessness of his dilemma, unless an answer comes from a higher source and authority.

Theirs is not a question flung as a scornful cry into the face of an unyielding fate. But rather, it is framed as an intelligent appeal, from the heart of a man of spiritual wisdom. A man who recognizes that the answer to life’s central question can only come from the one from whom life issued.

Are we, as Paul, justified in holding that in spite of death, we have a valid hope of immortality? Some scoff at such a proposition as a ridiculous paradox. Some shudder at it as a dreadful possibility. Some, not as wise as Paul, turn to history outside God’s Word and are led only to the grave and left there. Because secular history is merely mute about the matter. It neither confirms nor denies the prospect of an afterlife.

Some turn to science, but find no laboratory, apparatus or technique for analysing life or death or discovering the fate of a soul. Some rely upon philosophy and find themselves free to speculate, postulate, formulate and posit theories, but in the end find their hypotheses unreliable, for philosophy has no reliable means of testing its conclusions.

Some of us turn to the only true and reliable source, the Word of God, to find there the only authoritative and satisfying answer to man’s perpetual quest for immortality. We cherish this hope as the established answer. Our hearts vibrate within us as we contemplate Paul’s climatic cry, "O death where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be unto God which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!" 


Our Blessed Hope

There rests within the breast,

Of those who wait for Him,

A fervent, burning hope for rest,

From sin in every limb.

Longing ever to be free,

From the prison of the flesh,

Through faith’s eye the empty tomb we see,

And our hearts are filled with bliss.

And echoing as we pause and listen,

The angel’s cry - "He is risen!" - John White

Saturday, 24 March 2018

A Farewell Message (From Principal John White in the 1988 Yearbook of Sherwood Hills Christian School)

I placed the following message in the 1988 Year Book of Sherwood Hills Christian School (Addressed to the faculty and students as Founder and Principal for ten years and after resigning my 18 year pastorate of SHBC in order to go to Queensland to plant Hinterland Baptist Church)  The  message still has application today.  -  John White

A Farewell Message
(From Principal John White in the 1988 Yearbook of Sherwood Hills Christian School)

I am sure most Pastors have thought about the subject and content of their "last message.' Since preachers rarely retire and most "die in the harness" anyway, those worth their salt always preach as "dying men to dying people." As far as my future plans are concerned this could well be my "last message" to the staff, students, and parents of Sherwood Hills Christian School.



As we look back over the last ten years and try to draw that fine line that defines and divides success from failure, progress from regression, and tragedy from triumph, we can but praise the Lord for the privilege of serving Him together in such a God blessed ministry as our Christian School. God can and has turned our apparent failures into successes and tragedies into triumphs. We can only say humbly from hearts of gladness and gratitude, "To God Be The Glory, Great Things He Has Done!"



As I think of my last message to you, I am made to think of some of history's famous last words and am made to wonder just what I might add to such a store house of witty sayings? Do I have any particular pearls of wisdom that might give meaning and make more memorable my melancholy moment of departure? Would I be presumptuous to turn to the mighty men of moment recorded in the memoirs of God's men, the Bible, for example and guidance?



Could anyone improve upon the stirring yet comforting last words of Moses to Israel as they stood on the very banks of the Jordan when he said, "Be strong and of good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them: for the Lord thy God He it is that doth go with thee, He will not fail thee nor forsake thee." Could anyone gainsay the mighty words of Joshua on the eve of his heavenly departure at the age of 110 when he said to a new generation of victorious Israelites, "Choose ye this day whom ye shall serve.. .but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." Or is there in history or literature any famous last words that would surpass the pathos and poignancy of those of Paul’s as he paused with his head upon the chopping block and poised beneath the awful executioner's axe and cried, "Preach the word, be instant in season, out of season.. .the time of my departure is at hand, I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.."



If I were seriously saying a final and fond farewell or penning last words, I could choose no better than these. But I'd rather focus on the fantastic future I am sure God has for His people in Sherwood Hills Baptist Church and Christian School, as well as for me and Mrs. White. A future that can only be diminished by the self-imposed limitations of little faith. A future that is in God's hands. A future that can be as great as our great God. I pray for such a future for you all as you serve Him according to the good pleasure of His will.



As for me, pray for me that my last years might be my best years in God's service. Did you know that Michelangelo painted his famous work on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel lying on his back on a scaffold at the age of 90? When he was 88 John Wesley was preaching every day? Titian painted his historic, "Battle of Lepanto", at 98? Booth Tarkington wrote sixteen novels after 60 and when he was totally blind? According to these and many more examples, my years of fruitful service may have just begun. So instead of saying, "Good bye," I will say, "God's Speed," with these words from two of my favourite poets:

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be, 
The last of life, for which the first is made:
Our times are in His hand who saith, "A whole I planned, 
Youth shows but half; trust God; see all; nor be afraid!"
-Browning

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.    
-Frost

Wednesday, 14 March 2018

"You'll Know Where to Find Me"

An elderly pastor lay critically ill. In the opinion of his doctor he could live only a few days more. His wife put through a tong-distance call to their son, who-was also a pastor and who served a congregation in a small town three hundred miles away.
Within a few hours the son was at the father's bedside, and the two men prayed together. Saturday came, and there was no change in they elderly man's condition. Calling his son to his bedside, he spoke in, a weak and faltering voice:
"Go back to your congregation, son, and preach tomorrow. if I should slip away while you are gone, you'll know where to find me." 

"You'll know where to find me!" What a wonderful thing, when a father can speak thus to his children!  What a wonderful thing at the sunset of life, to know just where. we will be at eternity's dawn—in our Father's house, in the company of our Saviour who has gone ahead to prepare a place for us. And what a wonderful thing for a father who is taking leave of his children to know that they, too, have learned the way to the place where he is going; and that they, too, by God's grace, will share a mansion in the Father's house above.
"You'll know where to find me!" Let those of us who are fathers and mothers ask ourselves: have we arrived at that spiritual certainty which will enable us, at the end of life, to say: "1 know where I am going"? And have we passed on this knowledge and this faith to our children so that we can say confidently to them: "You'll know where to find me"?
We can do both if, by God's grace, we root our faith—our own and that of our children—firmly in Him who died for us and who even now is awaiting our arrival in His Father's house above.
—Herman W. Gockel