Jonathon Edwards on Shadows versus Substance

The Myth of Mine

A gentle reminder that it all belongs to God.

It was the spring of was 1976. I had been born in February of that year. At first things seemed to be going well for the first born son of the Carl and Teresa Terry. All of that changed when I began to run an extremely high fever that I just couldn’t shake. A series of tests revealed that I had been born perfectly healthy except for one organ – my left kidney. My kidney had not developed properly and as a result had begun to poison my body. At that time it was too risky to do surgery on a 3 month old child, so my parents had to take care of me for the next few months until I was nine months old and developed enough to undergo the removal of my kidney. 

All of the pictures from that time found me with a little white cotton blanket covered with yellow bears. I don’t know whether it was the trauma of that event or just the comfort the blanket brought, but for some reason I bonded with the blanket on the Linus level. For the next 5 years, me and that blanket were inseparable. I carried it through every adventure, sleep over, and birthday party of my early childhood years. 

From time to time my parents would attempt to take it away from me. Each time I responded with the same rebuke as soon as I was able to talk. “MINE!” That single syllable word was an ill advised theological declaration. I was declaring – this is NOT your’s. It does not belong to you. You are not allowed to touch it. This belongs to me. I don’t know why God gave it to me and not you, perhaps He knew that you would break it. Therefore, it is incumbent upon me NOT to share. Or else I would be calling into question the very wisdom of the Almighty, and that is neither good nor wise. This is my property – and nothing can separate me from what is MINE! The little blanket became affectionate known as my “mine”.

I’m sure it was cute at the time. As I grew up the insistence on possession and ownership of a long line of toys became less cute and more obnoxious. When my cousins would visit I would carefully arrange all of my toy guns in a pile and declare, “These are mine – those sticks are your’s”. When friends would come over to swim, certain floats were off limits, why? Because obviously, they were mine! 

Fast forward 19 years to the fall of 1994 when I was broadsided by the fact that nothing actually belonged to me, even my very soul had been bought with a price. I was a regular listener to Chuck Swindoll and the Insight for Living radio program. One episode in particular stands out to me as Swindoll described a conversation he had with his church member, the great Corrie Ten Boon in which she said, “Chuck, a disciple of Christ holds all things loosely”. 

A disciple of Christ holds all things loosely…

“Loosely”, I thought. But, someone might take it. Even, God may take it. The first few years of my Christian life may be described as the loosening the grip years. God systematically taught me that everything in my life actually belonged to Him. My career route was His. My talent was His. My friendships were His. Even the very faith with which I believed had been a gift from Him. 

Live Generously

Sermon Series Audio

 

 

 

 

 

 

SERMON 1 – More Blessed: http://traffic.libsyn.com/zachterry/6-17.mp3

SERMON 2 – The Myth of Mine: http://traffic.libsyn.com/zachterry/Live_Generously_Sermon_2.mp3

SERMON 3 – Spontaneous Generosity: http://traffic.libsyn.com/zachterry/Live_Generously_Sermon_3.mp3

SERMON 4 – Q&A: http://traffic.libsyn.com/zachterry/Live_Generously_Sermon_4.mp3

BONUS CONTENT – Couple’s Interview: http://traffic.libsyn.com/zachterry/Couples_Interview_Audio.mp3

 

Thank you Billy Graham!

Personal reflections on the Greatest Evangelist of our Generation

billy_graham_2003_photo_david_hume_getty_images_51318434jpgIt was the mid 80’s. Christianity was indelibly marked by the moral collapse of men like Jimmy Swaggart and Jim Baker. The only thing that kept many from becoming completely jaded against evangelicalism was Billy Graham. I will never forget my father watching Graham’s crusade on our local NBC station and saying, “at least they aren’t all corrupt”. Dad pointed out the fact that Graham had never been associated with any moral or ethical scandal.

Sometimes I wonder how many men like my father looked to Graham and hoped to God that they would never see his hands in cuffs or his picture under scandalous headlines.

Well, this morning (2/21/18) Billy Graham has finished his course. He has kept the faith. Right about now he is being fitted for his crown. Now, he knows God as he was known by God. And I imagine my father is in a long line of people ready to welcome him home. May I say with them, “Thank you Billy Graham for giving being above reproach in my generation”. 

Ecclesiastes 7:1, “A good name is better than precious ointment, and the day of death than the day of birth.” What a good day this is!