Paul said to the Corinthians, “I did not come with persuasive words or eloquence, but with a demonstration of the Spirit’s power.” Oh, how we need to know what he meant! How we need to see the demonstration in transformations and wonders explained only by the Spirit’s and gospel’s power!
I saw the power at summer camp. Singing around the campfire, slapping mosquitos, looking intently at the dancing flames, faces glowing, the darkness looming behind, no one strong enough to look at each other. We waited for the spirit to move, someone to stand, someone to break into tears, convicted, wanting to follow Jesus. Just a few minutes before campfire we were kicking and stomping each other, but the Spirit moved, we all knew campfire was life or death. God massaged our teenage hearts and we all vowed undying love and devotion to Him. 12 year old boys stood, stammered out, “I’m going to go home and talk to my mom about Jesus,” break into tears, and fall back to his seat, with the other boys and a counselor patting his back, and the rest of us clapping and cheering. We sang with moxie, “I have Decided to Follow Jesus….No turning back, no turning back.”
I stood, too. I meant it. I knew I was so imperfect, a sinner, and I still know that! I committed myself to serving Christ, and I meant it! I still do, but in those days of the Viet Nam war, and missionary slide shows, I saw myself in a jungle with a machete, leeches sucking on my thighs and a Bible hanging by my side. “No turning back!” The Spirit’s power demonstrated!
At Apostle Johnny Washington’s tent meeting in Jamaica, Brooklyn in 1978, I saw the Spirit move. Shaking and jivin’, stuttering in tongues, twirling, falling over, money flowing to the front, the Spirit’s power came all over everyone but two white boys in the front row. This 20 year old white boy didn’t feel the demonstration of the Spirit’s power, but I saw it. My inner city friends lived it, and loved me, changed me!
I preached to the seagulls on the shores of Lake Huron once while in college. I preached through the book of Philippians. I was in tears I was so in the Spirit.
I stuck myself in the quietest, most lonely place near campus during college, the local cemetery, just so I could get a demonstration of the Holy Spirit. Reading Colossians 1 and 2 out loud in the dark by a family’s crypt just about gave me a heart attack of the good kind as the Spirit washed over me, reminding me of the God who was Jesus whose death on the cross ridiculed the powers that stood against me. I was a changed man! I was full of the Spirit, full of life, running as fast as I could, studying Biology and all the sciences, but the joy of the Spirit’s power slaughtered any notion anything else in life was close to equal.
About ten years ago, I was in our small Presbyterian church in Canada near our cottage. A guest preacher, about 110 years old was speaking. I expected nothing great, but he was full of the Spirit. He loved God and it showed. As he spoke the Spirit’s power washed over me. I knew God’s love, his power, and full of life, I began to weep–NOT in a Presbyterian church! He spoke with quiet passion about a personal God who was my God, and I knew that God’s power was changing, transforming 40 year old me.
The Corinthians were enamored by the pompous rhetoric of its philosophers and religious logicians. They were enamored by all the glory of the temple beauty and, bluntly, sexual liberties. The polished preachers and the sexual libertarians were winning the hearts of the Corinthian Christians. Ecstasy washed away the message of the resurrection. Paul reminded them the source of life and power was in Christ, in His Spirit.
We Americans are enamored by the glitter of gold, sex and the trappings of success, but the Spirit’s power is where? As my good friend Charles always says, “every pastor must have a button on his ego labeled “build”.” Churches buy into the American way in order to get more people, but where is the demonstration of the Spirit’s power?
Jim Cymbala, pastor of The Brooklyn Tabernacle and author of “Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire” asked an interviewer if he could state the number one sin the church in America. He went on to say that most people would say something like internet pornography or the divorce rate being the same as the secular world or several other things. But the number one problem Cymbala said is that its pastors and leaders are not on their knees crying out to God, ‘Bring us the drug-addicted, bring us the prostitutes, bring us the destitute, bring us the gang leaders, bring us those with AIDS, bring us the people nobody else wants, whom only you can heal, and let us love them in your name until they are whole.’”