“But Abraham *said, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets; let them hear them.’ But he said, ‘No, father Abraham, but if someone goes to them from the dead, they will repent!’ But he said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be persuaded even if someone rises from the dead.’ ””
Luke 16:29-31 NASB
Dead man made alive
The Gospel of Jesus Christ is simple: Jesus died on the cross for our sins, was buried and rose again. Those who pray and ask that their sins to be forgiven are saved from hell and their hearts are transformed as the Holy Spirit moves in. In Jesus, one becomes a new person spiritually.
One would think that so simple a message with so profound an impact would be great news, that people would flock to it quickly. In reality, people pass on the Good News. They are happy in their usual, sin filled lives.
There are those who think that more would come if great signs and miracles were done. People would see the glory of God and flock to hear the Gospel and respond. God is still in the miracle business. He still heals, He even raises people from the dead.
In the best of my life before Jesus, I was a dead man walking, a corpse rotting from the outside in. I was a spiritual zombie, consuming sin rather than brains, believing that I was truly alive.
I rejected the miracles around me. I took the beauty of God’s creation for granted and missed the miracles of design that were everywhere. I also missed the walking miracles; the people around me who had been miraculously transformed from the inside out by acceptance of the Gospel. These were people who had been raised from the dead, people formerly zombies like me, who were now alive and new.
Those new people had a wonderful fragrance about them, a pleasing and alluring aroma that drew me. They had peace, where I had struggle. My life, whether I chose to admit it or not, was beginning to reflect the rotting inside. My stress and increasing angst was reflected in my overeating, boozing and in the filth pouring from my mouth. The sweet aroma of the believers around me, made my stench more obvious to me. I could smell my decomposing soul.
The Holy Spirit drew me and convicted me. Salvation came. I am now one risen from the dead.
One of the saddest things I deal with is my inability to reach those from my past who have not smelled their own stench, who are still dead people walking. They have the word of God and many of them even attend church. They hear the Gospel and do not respond. They see the change in me and smell the aroma of Christ, but still they do not repent.
I pray daily to keep the dead me dead, as I go out into the world. I desire there be nothing to distract. I pray none be like the rich man, wishing that someone could reach those left behind.
In this time of uncertainty, we must demonstrate the transformational miracle of people raised from the dead. If ever there was a time when
people felt like they were hanging in the balance between life and death it is now. If you are alive in Christ, show it. In this crisis people are watching the Church. Many are having opportunities to tell of God’s goodness in the midst of these uncertain times. The light is on!
Pray for the dead people walking in your lives, that they behold a miracle.
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