I am amazed sometimes at the state of our world. I watched an interview last night of Traci Johnson. She survived an attack at an Oklahoma food plant where her co-worker was beheaded and the attacker was about to do the same to her. The doctors say he was millimeters from her juggler. Her neck is scarred significantly for life along with her soul. I was struck with the direction of our world and suddenly thought about my children and my children’s children.
I know this is not a thought that is unique to me. I hear it so often, “What is the world going to be like when my children grow up?” Especially as Christians watching our religious freedom dissipate before our very eyes, we can almost see the coming persecution. So many ‘Christian’ denominations are kowtowing to the spirit of this world. Evil is being called good and good is evil.
Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter
This is the day in which we live so what will it be like for our children? Worse, what will it be for our children’s children? My youngest is ten years old. If I am transparent, I struggle with worrying about what his life will be like when he is a teenager in just a few years. At what point, will some Scripture be outlawed. I fully expect for me to preach that homosexuality as sin will be illegal and considered hate speech within the next decade. Yesterday, I heard that even in Texas, the majority of people do not feel that if gay marriage becomes legal, business and churches should not be able to refuse services. Will I be compelled by law as a minister to execute a gay marriage? Do not get me wrong. The Lord loves everyone the same and He shows no favoritism, but it is clear in Scripture that homosexuality is considered sin. Will I have to break the law in order to comply with Scripture? Will my children’s children be persecuted? Will they be suspended from poles, beat, tortured, beheaded?
Is your mind racing as mine is? The possibilities of horror seem endless when I consider what the world might be like in twenty or thirty years. The progression away from the Lord has moved so rapidly in just the last five years that I can’t imagine.
In the midst of my trepidation and anxiety, a beautifully soothing Spirit whispers into the depths of my heart. I am overwhelmed by His words, “I am the same yesterday, today, and forever.” I want to stop and lift my hands in praise at this wondrous thought. If all of the promises we have are in Christ Jesus and He is the same yesterday, today, and forever, the promises I have enjoyed from the hand of my Father will never end until He returns.
But you remain the same, and your years will never end. 28 The children of your servants will live in your presence; their descendants will be established before you.”
He remains. He never changes. He is the same God who protected David from Saul. He is the One who was with the early church martyrs. He was with those who physically survived their torment and He was with those who were delivered completely into His presence in Glory. My mind is unable to see how my children’s children will find joy as the persecution increases. But my faith reminds me that His promises are yes and amen. Evil cannot push out the promises of God. Their life will be different from mine, there is no doubt. My Provider though, the Source of Joy, My God will bring to them laughter, joy unspeakable and full of glory. In fact, their joy will be more glorious than the joy I have experienced in my life.
The persecution, pressure, and problems of this life are intended to steal our joy and peace. Joy in greater struggle is of a greater glory. We live in a day and time up until the most recent days, our Christianity was protected and treasured as something good. We have faced no opposition. The same was true during the reign of Constantine. Christianity was protected and lifted high by all authority. The effect of this was a wavering of faith, a corruption of doctrine, a weakened resolve, and a perverse society. Isn’t history repeating itself now? In our insulation, we have seen all of these same signs. Christianity always thrives in opposition. I pray that my children’s children will come to faith in Jesus Christ. And I trust the Lord that any and all persecution they experience to cause them to dig in their heels in their faith. May they never let loose of the Gospel of Jesus Christ! May they hold firm to the Word of Truth! And I will work in the Spirit to release my fears and conjectures though it be difficult. For He remains the same. Their circumstances will be different. They will be exposed to things I would never wish upon anyone, not even my worst enemy. But in the midst, He will make their joy complete. I see them gathered around, sharing Scripture and testimony with great laughter though the Enemy approaches. I love them already though I do not know them, but He loves them now face to face. I can’t find the words to praise Him, the Father of my children’s children.