Once in a while I come across
a magazine article or a book that greatly challenges my comfortable level of
Christian living and thought. A few days ago I had one of those Holy Spirit
encounters.
Rosaria Champagne Butterfield
was a leftist, lesbian university professor who despised Christians — and then
somehow she became one.
She begins her story with the
following statement: “The word Jesus
stuck in my throat like an elephant tusk; no matter how hard I choked, I
couldn’t hack it out. Those who professed the name commanded my pity and wrath.
As a university professor, I tired of students who seemed to believe that ‘knowing
Jesus’ meant knowing little else.”
Rosaria was a professor of
English and women’s studies and on the track to becoming, in her words, “a
tenured radical” who cared about morality, justice and compassion. In her
testimony, Rosaria talks about how she could probably have found a way to
stomach the message of Jesus had it not been for, again as she saw it, the
co-mingling of the Christian dogma with Republican politics.
After Rosaria was tenured,
she began researching the Religious Right and their politics of “hatred toward
queers like me.” While doing her research, she felt that she had to read the
one book that had “gotten so many people off track” — the Bible.
Rosaria writes: “I started
reading the Bible. I read the way a glutton devours. I read it many times that
first year in multiple translations. At a dinner gathering that my partner and
I were hosting, my transgendered friend J
cornered me in the kitchen. ‘This Bible reading is changing you,’ she warned.
“I continued reading the
Bible, all the while fighting the idea it was inspired. But the Bible got to be
bigger inside me than I. It overflowed into my world. I fought against it with
all my might. . . . I fought with everything I had. I did not want this. I did
not ask for this . . . but God’s promises rolled in like sets of waves into my
world.
“Then one ordinary day, I
came to Jesus, openhanded and naked . . . and I was a broken mess. Conversion
was a train wreck. I did not want to lose everything that I loved. But the
voice of God sang a sanguine love song in the rubble of my world. I weakly
believed that if Jesus could conquer death, He could make right my world. I
drank, tentatively at first, then passionately, of the solace of the Holy
Spirit. I rested in private peace, then community, and today in the shelter of
a covenant family, where one calls me ‘wife’ and many call me ‘mother.’”
(Rosaria is now the wife of a
pastor in North Carolina and the mother of several children.)
The link to the full article
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I am greatly challenged by
the impact that God’s Word had on this precious soul even in the depths of her
wayward lifestyle. I am also challenged by the neglect of the Word that is
currently in vogue in the contemporary church where target marketing, the
principles of John Maxwell, and the well-thought-out programs of Rick Warren
are often more revered than the teachings of God’s Word. Is it any
wonder that Christianity is in decline in America?
“The rain and snow come down from the heavens
and stay on the ground to water the earth.
They cause the grain to grow,
producing seed for the farmer
and bread for the hungry.
It is the same with my word.
I send it out, and it always produces fruit.
It will accomplish all I want it to,
and it will prosper everywhere I send it” (Isaiah 55:10-11, NLT).
and stay on the ground to water the earth.
They cause the grain to grow,
producing seed for the farmer
and bread for the hungry.
It is the same with my word.
I send it out, and it always produces fruit.
It will accomplish all I want it to,
and it will prosper everywhere I send it” (Isaiah 55:10-11, NLT).
I’ll give you one more brief
story about the impact of the Word of God and then I’ll leave you to mull this
on your own.
Many years ago Robert Burris
served as a missionary in the south of China. A part of his ministry was to
distribute copies of the Bible in Chinese. Mr. Burris and three companions were
on a trip with 4000 copies of the Chinese New Testament to give away and in the
first ten days, about one-half of the New Testaments were given out. In a
remote area they were stopped by armed bandits who took their money, their luggage,
and the remaining 2000 copies of the New Testament.
Nearly twenty-five years
later, Robert Burris was pastoring a church in Ohio and he and his wife
attended a missions service at a church in a nearby town. The speaker at the
service was a missionary to south China, and as a part of his presentation he
showed slides of his work and area of service. Among these slides was a picture
of the exact area where Burris and his companions had been robbed.
“Now,” the missionary said, “we
come to the most important slide in my collection. It is a picture of what I
call The Miracle Church.” The picture on the screen showed a large building.
“This is The Miracle Church because
no one knows how it got started. Every Sunday four hundred people attend and
each one has a copy of the New Testament. No one knows where they got these New
Testaments and as far as it is known, no missionary ever went into these
mountains because of the bandits. Yet today the church is there and the people
have God’s Word.”
Robert Burris and his wife
sat and smiled and wept in gratitude. God’s Word that had been taken from him
twenty-five years earlier had been busy building the church in China.
“I send it out, and it always produces fruit” (Isaiah 55:11).
And it will in us, too, if we
let the promises of God roll in!