I was brought up as an Anglican. I attended church on a regular basis, first at Sunday School, and later as a member of the congregation. I was christened as a child, and at the age of 15 was confirmed into the Church. At the time I made a wholehearted commitment, and remember being certain that if these words were true (and I believed that they were) there MUST be something more. Our church was small. It was a ‘daughter’ church, which meant it had a curate rather than a vicar. Each Sunday would follow a regular pattern, unless he was on holiday. Holidays were covered by a retired cleric. He was a dry and dusty old man, tired from years of preaching. Even his name, Bone, was dry and dusty. When it was his turn to preach you could guarantee that the congregation was half the size. That was predictible, because so too was his sermon. He ALWAYS preached the same sermon. Those that attended regularly knew it by heart. It was short, and for most people this was its only saving grace.
Years later I found the ‘something more’. The seeds had already been planted, but full commitment to Jesus Christ as my Saviour was totally life changing. The saddest thing of all was that years before I had been given the basis for this very experience in Rev Bone’s sermon. As already mentioned, it always began the same way …
‘For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life’ John 3:16
The question posed by This Blogging Thing was ‘Should We Make The Gospel Easier To accept?’ It is imperative that there is no compromise. The message is THE MESSAGE, but sometimes we need to deliver it in a different way. People that live beside a railway line don’t hear the trains. It is only those that are unused to the environment that are aware of the noise.