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A few years ago I sat in a restaurant with a close friend of mine. We were roomies in college, had lost touch for nearly 30 years and had now renewed our friendship. Funny how you can pick up some friendships where you left off after all those years!

Both Jack and I were going through some difficult times when our paths touched again. He was in the healing process of being brutalized by the church where he had served as pastor for years. In the midst of that trauma, his daughter had left her husband and children and run off with her boyfriend. Jack was battered, bruised and broken. A man of faith whose feet had been knocked out from beneath him.

 I on the other hand, was watching a marriage of nearly 30 years crumble. I’d resigned from the church where I as bi-vocational pastor and had recently lost my ‘day job.’ I was scared, angry, embarrassed and ashamed.

 After some small talk, I asked Jack how he was doing. These times we had together weren’t some ‘ultra-spiritual’ accountability group. There were no open Bibles, no scripture memory assignments and no ‘questions to answer.’ We were just a couple guys trying to make sense of life in the hard times.

 It was a simple question, but Jack’s answer has stuck with me all these years. “You want to know how I feel? I’ll tell you how I feel. I feel like God is saying to me, ‘Jack, you are a failure. I love you. You will spend all of eternity with me. When your time has come I will welcome you at the gates of heaven and tell you I love you. But, I’m not ready for you up here yet. Your mansion won’t be ready for 20 years yet, and actually you don’t qualify for a mansion but you will get a really nice cottage! Since you have messed up so badly I’m going to just let you sit for the next 20 years. When I’m ready for you I’ll come. But for now I have no real use for you. You’ve just messed up too bad.’

 I remember chuckling and saying to Jack, “I don’t think we should be together.” There were two reasons for my comment, both in jest of course. The first reason is that often in our Christian circles we tend to shy away from people we perceive as ‘spiritual’ when they utter statements like this. It makes us uncomfortable to think that God would, in all His love, really abandon us.

 The second reason is closely related. In those times of brutal honesty I think each of us has felt that way. Especially those who have endured broken relationships, abuse of any kind, or any other calamity that overtakes us. This seems to be especially true if we can point to poor choices we have made. Then, the ‘stuff’ we are going through can be attributed to the ‘consequences of sin.’

 Jack had clearly and bluntly stated exactly how I was feeling. God had abandoned us. We had failed miserably. We had dropped the ball. We played the game of life and lost. No matter how we’d tried to get back off the bench, it wasn’t happening.

 The reality is we were both basing our demeanor of that night on feelings, not fact. That attitude was a lie straight from the pit of hell and contradicted everything we knew about our loving Heavenly Father. Jesus’ ministry on earth is a constant reminder that He seeks after the lost sheep, the hurting, the bruised and the battered.

In our hearts we both knew the truth. Scripture is full of people such as Abraham, Samson, David, Solomon and the Apostle Paul who had failed miserably to ‘walk the talk’. Yet through the forgiveness of Jesus Christ we serve a God of second chances. Jesus still utters the words he spoke to Peter before Peter openly, defiantly and intentionally denied he knew Christ. “When you return, feed my sheep”. Key word there is ‘WHEN’ not ‘IF’.

John Eldredge, in his book ‘Wild at Heart’ reminds us that we are God’s Plan A and there is no Plan B. He has put us here on earth for a purpose, to glorify His name, to build a relationship with us, to enjoy our company. He knew from the beginning that we would fail, rebel, and act like selfish two-year olds. But He loves us anyway. That’s why Jesus came to die for us while we were still sinful, rebellious, stubborn humans.

 Satan would like us to believe that there comes a point in life when we outlive our usefulness to God. Age, changing times, stupid choices and errant spouses or children are just a few of the reasons we believe we have reached our ‘expiration date’ when it comes to the Christian life.

 Our churches are full (or empty as the case may be) of ‘The Empty Pew’ people. People who for whatever the reason has given up on God. It may be because of abuse. It may be due to poor choices. I don’t think it really matters to God why these sheep have strayed from the fold. The important thing is that the body of Christ, the church, finds ways to bring them back to the safety and comfort of the fold.

 My passion for ‘The Empty Pew People’ is the driving force behind “Built with Grace Ministries”. Please pray with me that together we may reach out to those who need to hear, once again, that no matter what, Jesus loves them.

If you are struggling today with the faith. You’ve wandered away. You feel defeated, abandoned and of no value to God, please don’t believe the lie. You have value. You are God’s Plan A. Jesus is longing to rebuild the relationship He died to create.


 • Janet grew up in a Christian home. Mom did what she could to make sure that her brothers and sisters were in church Sundays, at youth group and knew the importance of a relationship with Jesus Christ. It wasn’t easy as a single mom, but she did her best. To the joy of her church and family, Janet married a boy from the youth group. Shortly after their marriage, signs of cracks in the relationship surfaced. In a whirlwind of events that caught the church off guard, Janet was divorced, and the father of their little girl was in prison on drug charges. Janet struggled financially, spiritually and emotionally. The church did little to reach out. Soon, Janet met Gary. Gary had recently accepted Christ and had also come from an abusive relationship in which he and his daughter were frequently attacked by his alcoholic wife. In spite of the moral issues, and against the recommendations of the church, Gary and Janet moved in with each other. They continued to go to church and had two children together, but for reasons they would only share with a few, marriage at this point wasn’t an option in their minds. After a visit from the church elders Gary and Janet were told not to return to church since they were ‘living in sin.’ When I saw Gary and Janet a year later they shared that Gary was dying of congestive heart failure. A few months after that Gary died, leaving Janet alone once again, now with four children. Gary’s funeral was held in a funeral home with a few friends and family members. The church refused to reach out to Janet. It’s been several years now. After several broken relationships and financial turmoil, Janet has renewed her faith. In the midst of her healing, she still can’t ‘force herself’ to go to church.

• Brandon and Nancy came to town shortly after their marriage. As youth pastor and wife they added the missing ingredient to the struggling church that called them. The small town soon began to take notice of the youth group at First Church. So much so, that some people brought their kids to youth group while still attending their own church. On occasion, the weekday youth meetings drew more kids than the regular services of the church. Then trouble arose. Rumors started spreading that Brandon was ‘a little to close’ to one of the girls in the youth group. The elders of the church investigated the situation thoroughly and found no evidence of this. Strangely, the rumors seemed to have originated at the home of the senior pastor, who had become increasingly critical of the youth pastors work habits, theology and methodology. Brandon and Nancy resigned under the scrutiny of the senior pastor and due to increasing health problems with Nancy which doctors attributed to stress. Brandon left the ministry and now works doing odd jobs around town. The family attends church 50 miles away in a mega church where, as Brandon put it ‘they can avoid the stories and rumors.”

• The Vietnam War was a terrible dark spot in US history. Still, Jack was proud to go and serve his country. He was stationed near the front lines and relates how one week had been particularly horrendous. Three of his buddies had died in a fire fight in which he was only yards away. As he tells the story you can still see his eyes will up with tears. Then the letter arrived. It was from his church back in North Dakota. Jack had been an active participant in church all his life. He’d been baptized; He studied his Bible every day. He loved Jesus. When Jack talks about the letter, blood still drains from his face. The letter informed him that since he had not kept up with his annual offerings his name had been dropped from the church membership list. If he were to catch up on these ‘pledges’ they would gladly consider reinstating him. Jack came home from Vietnam a new man. Still strong in his faith, he refuses to attend any church. He prefers the purity of his relationship with Christ than the politics of the organized church.

And the stories go on. People who have been beaten up by divorce, drugs, emotional and financial distress, health issues and a variety of other crisis, only to be kicked by the church while they are down. Some of them, to be sure, are suffering the consequences of poor choices of their own. Others brutally abused by spiritual leaders. To them, it doesn’t really matter why. It hurts. It hurts badly. And the fact that ‘Jesus loves them’ becomes small comfort.

Built with Grace is about the EMPTY PEW PEOPLE. It’s about asking the hard questions. How can we reach these people who are bruised and wounded by the very people that are sent to comfort and encourage? Sermons won’t help. They won’t come to church anymore. Even if they did come to church it would be risky. We in the church fear the tarnish of sin among us. While Jesus says “come just as you are”, the church can often appear to add a line that goes something like “as soon as you are cleaned up.”

Join with me in prayer. Prayer for those you know who are hurting. Those who feel beaten up and battered. Pray that they will know the overwhelming love and forgiveness that only comes through Jesus. I firmly believe that most people who have ‘left the church’ have done so because the pain they are in has not been addressed. Jesus, as good shepherd, vowed to make sure every one of his lambs returned safely to the fold after wandering. Let us pray for the lost sheep of our society.


When Jesus came on the scene, the church hadn’t heard the clear voice of God in over 400 years. No prophets, no signs and wonders, nothing. All was not lost though. The religious system was firmly intact and was able to carry on with the information that had been handed down from generation to generation.

By today’s standards one would consider the ‘church’ of that day to be a solid, secure, respectable institution. People knew the routine. The rules were firmly established. Expectations were minimal, but that was okay because there were no surprises that way.

 It’s no wonder then, that when Jesus came on the scene a few eyebrows were raised. Aside from the baby Jesus’ dedication, and the scene Simeon and Anna caused over his birth, his life was pretty obscure for his growing years. No doubt he was taught well in the ways of the church. He knew the rules, he knew the routine and he saw first hand the results of bucking the system.

 By the time He was 12 Jesus established himself as an up and coming ‘expert’ in the Law. Luke’s gospel tells the story of Jesus in the temple. Having ducked out of the family caravan headed for home, he stepped into the circle of some the most prominent religious leaders of his day and confounded them with his wisdom and his questions.

 Fast forward approximately 20 years. Jesus’ cousin John the Baptist was preaching a message of repentance and calling God’s people back to him. Although John was outspoken and somewhat brash in his approach, he didn’t seem to draw much attention for the religious establishment. And so, for the first time in 400 years, God had apparently broken His silence.

 At the height of his career, though, John himself received an epiphany of sorts. We don’t know how much contact these two cousins had during their growing up years. But at some point in John’s ministry it became obvious to him that his ministry would come to a close. He was ready to hand the reigns over to his cousin, or as he put it, ‘The Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world’.

 From the start, Jesus’ ministry seemed at odds with the established religious system of the day. The awe and respect shown him at the age of 12, now turned to distrust, animosity and sometimes pure hatred. Jesus was not well liked.

 On a purely surface level, it would appear that the main reason for the difference between John’s ministry and Jesus ministry is that Jesus didn’t fit the mold the religious elite had hoped for. Jesus pushed the theological envelope so to speak. He spoke with too much authority, He hung out with sinners and he worked on the Sabbath! I’m just guessing, but I would imagine that the Pharisees could have handled the first two issues. But the Sabbath? How dare he break the sacred rules of the Sabbath?

 In a brief review of all Jesus ‘healings’ much of His problems rose from the fact that he worked Saturdays. This is purely conjecture, but I wonder how the response to Jesus’ ministry would have been different had He simply taken Saturday off?

 Before we are too hard on the Pharisees and the system they had established, we need to take a hard look at the religious system of today. If we are truly honest with ourselves we must admit that we each have our list of the things we can accept and the things we can not. In the 2000+ years since Jesus taught us that the lists were to be destroyed, we’d confidently and quietly re-established the system, complete with do and don’ts and often backed by our interpretation of Scriptures that prove our point.

That’s the problem we have with GRACE. Grace tells us to tear up the list. Grace tells us to turn over a person’s soul to the working of the Holy Spirit. Grace tells us that all the ‘bad sins’ like divorce, immorality, addictions and the like are no worse than a judgmental spirit, anger, stubbornness and all those ‘lesser sins.’

John addresses that very issue in Revelation chapter 2. The church in Ephesus was the ‘established, mature’ church of the day. They were rock solid on their theology and interpretation of Scripture. They stood against sin in their midst. But the church in Ephesus risked the power of God among them because they lacked in love. Without love there can be no Grace.

 Statistics tell us that 90% or better of church growth is transfer growth. We in the church need a new awakening to Grace. We need to reach out to those in our churches and outside the church and show them the Love and Grace of God. The day of making sure our list is secure is over.

“Built with Grace” has a passion to do just that. My passion, my heart reaches out to those who need to know about Grace. These people aren’t the ‘unsaved’. They are the people who have been assaulted, abused and rejected by the church.

In Acts 10, Peter is taking a late morning nap on the roof when a sheet appears three times. Each time Peter is told to ‘eat’. Each time Peter refuses. But the voice from heaven is the same today as it was that day. What God calls clean we have no right to see as unclean. If we hope to bring people to a vibrant relationship with Jesus we each must ask ourselves, “What’s on my sheet. What must I remove to minister to those in need of second chances?”

“From Living GRACE-fully in conflict”


It was a hot, dusty Judean day. The old man walked slowly down the path with his son close to his side. As they walked, he described the scenery they passed and issued an occasional warning about a stone in the road, or some obstruction coming up. Most of the shady spots along the way had already been taken by the lame, the crippled and the destitute. Finally, they came to one of the few remaining shady spots along the road. He helped his son to the ground, made him as comfortable as possible and gave him the small box that would hopefully be filled with stray coins by the end of the day.

Then, with a parting hug and kiss to the cheek he left his son and returned home. At the end of the day he would return, help his son home and do the whole thing over again. Each day was a reminder of the dreams the son’s blindness had stolen. He’d never seen the sun, or the flowers, or the hands that had cared for him since birth. His entire world was wrapped up in the sounds, smells and descriptions others would give him.

As the blind man sat along the road, he sensed a crowd coming. He couldn’t tell how many, or who it was, but it must be someone important to travel in such a large group. His spirits lifted. If it was a large crowd it could mean the possibility of many coins landing in his coffer. If only he’d been earlier so that he could have gotten one of the spots further out of town. The first beggars in line often received the best alms.

The conversation grew louder. His spirits began to rise. It sounded like someone in the midst must be a Rabbi, or noble of some sort, for he was fielding questions from his followers.

Someone ran past him hollering something….did he say healed? Then, he sensed the teacher before him. He heard the question that had haunted him his entire life.

“Who sinned, Master? Was it this man, or his parents?

It was a question that he hated to hear. Why did people naturally assume that any sort of adversity in someone’s life was the result of sin? He knew it wasn’t his sin that caused the blindness. He was born this way. He knew his parents. They were Godly, faithful parents who followed the law to the best of their ability.

The teacher gave an answer he didn’t fully understand. It wasn’t the answer he’d heard countless times.

“It was neither,” was the reply, “This was done so God could be glorified.”

What a confusing answer. Yet the sound of the man’s voice and the words he spoke brought a strange sense of peace and comfort to the blind man. While he was still pondering what the words might mean he smelled the scent of wet dirt. Something wet suddenly covered his eyes.

Instinctively he began to raise his hands to wipe whatever is was away, but the person talking told him to stop and go wash in a certain pool. A group of men led him away. Soon the cool waters of the pool of Siloam covered his face.

As he wiped the water away he made a startling, wonderful discovery. HE COULD SEE!! For the first time in his life he saw the blue sky, the flowers, and the people around him. What a marvelous miracle.

But, little did he know, his story had really just begun!

(From ‘When Grace Isn’t Enough: Living in Grace Despite my Past)

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