Journey with John

You’ve heard it before.  Possibly, you’ve said it.  Undoubtedly, you’ve thought it.  It’s not WHAT you know, but WHO you know that counts!”  The scholar in me cringes at this for it minimizes the power of education.  The righteous rebel in me struggles with the justice of such a statement.  The wounded cynic in me has used it as a salve when I was overlooked for not “rubbing elbows” with the right crowd….  But, the undeniable fact remains that it DOES matter WHO we know!  I’ve come to appreciate this idea as it applies to the soul.  If the “Who” of faith is not known, the “What” matters very little.  Who we know affects everything we do and certainly who we are able to become.  A woman I’ve never met has touched me profoundly because of who she knew.  Fanny Crosby penned this life-affirming word in a cherished hymn.

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!  Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine.

Heir of salvation, purchase of God, born in his spirit, washed in his blood.

This is my story; this is my song!  Praising my Savior all the day long.

It’s inspiring to know Fanny Crosby was blind from early childhood until her death at age 95.  Her physical world was clouded with crippling darkness, but her soul was bathed with the liberating light of Christ!  When we are confident “in whom we believe,” the assurance provides the endurance.  But, so many don’t know this blessed assurance and move through life as dead men walking.  There are those so crushed by life, they escape through the numbing effects of alcohol or drugs.  People perish because they never met the One who could give them purpose and peace.  It’s with growing dread that we listen to the evening news.  We hear startling reports of countless individuals concentrating only on themselves and what serves them alone.  This disturbing self-absorption is killing our spirits.  What plagues our souls?  Perhaps, it is because not all have met the Christ who heals…. Why are there individuals whose one desire is to drink themselves into unconsciousness?  Why are there creatures so self-absorbed they can’t accept differences?  I’m convinced it’s because of WHO THEY DON’T KNOW!  Introductions must be made.  All who know and love our Lord, TELL your neighbors who have yet to meet Him.   With all due respect to Ms. Crosby, I want to adjust her hymn text just a bit… “Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine… TO SHARE!”  It really does matter WHO you know.  God loves you so….


Pastor John