"Love
bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all
things, endures all things.”
1
Corinthians 13:7
This
Friday is Valentine’s Day, and I thought it would be appropriate here to share
a quick story of love (or infatuation):
It
all started with a friend’s offhand comment at our mission agency’s 1998
“Missionary Enrichment” conference in Pennsylvania .
“Did you know,” she asked, “that a single girl was appointed as a missionary to
Mongolia ?”
I
shook my head. First, I hadn’t known, and, second, I had my reservations
concerning what sort of girl would go to Mongolia as a single missionary. I
think my exact thoughts were, “Wow, she must just have given up hopes of
marrying,” followed by the admittedly fleshly, “Hmm, she must not be very good
looking.” I mean, well, I’d seen women who lived on the steppes. Those arctic
climes are tough on the face.
But
then my friend said, “Hold on, I have a biographical summary about her…” She
started digging through some papers. “…and I think there’s a picture...”
She
found what she was looking for and turned and handed me a sheet of paper. At
the top was the picture of a pretty young lady with the words “Nicole Grizenko”
printed in bold type below. There was also a paragraph summarizing her
education and likes and dislikes. I read the paragraph, looked back up at the
picture, and then thought something like, “Woo-hoo. Thank you, God!” I was sure
He had sent her my way.
But
that didn’t mean she knew He had sent her my way. So I started scheming:
I would find and use every possible excuse to talk to her, and I would
position myself in her path during the next days and weeks. It worked out
something like this:
First,
I called her (that very afternoon). I mentioned that I had heard she had been
appointed to the field of Mongolia ,
and that, as a fellow-missionary to Mongolia , I thought it would be
good for us to meet and talk about the field. Perhaps, I suggested, she was
available that evening for dinner. And she agreed.
I
picked her up for dinner and discovered she was bringing her roommate. (Very
appropriate and all, but I’ll bet that roommate felt like a third-wheel.)
Regardless, we talked, and I managed to steer the conversation into personal
matters, even ‘happening’ to mention that I’d been to India and admired the way
marriages (at times) could be arranged quickly. Subtle.
Second,
the next day, I happened to ‘bump’ into her and her parents as they ate in the
college cafeteria where the conference was being held. “Oh” – I feigned
surprise – “it’s you. And these are your parents? Why, hello!” Of course, I had
been watching for them, but I tried to make it look like a happenstance
meeting. “Why, sure, yeah, I’d love to sit and… talk about Mongolia .”
Third,
that evening, at her commissioning service, I ‘realized’ I should find her and
get her phone number in North
Carolina , just so we could keep talking about ‘field’
issues. And so I did. (I knew she was scheduled to leave the conference the
next morning.)
Fourth,
the next night, I called her in North
Carolina because I ‘remembered’ that I had some
Mongolian souvenirs that she might find useful as she prepared to visit churches
and start raising support. (That call lasted a couple of hours.)
Fifth,
the following evening, I called her again because I had ‘forgotten’ a few
important things. (Another several hour phone call.)
And,
sixth, the following evening, I called her again and couldn’t come up with an
excuse. So I just got down to the heart of the matter and asked her if she’d be
interested in getting married. Aww. Not so subtle, but effective.
Isn’t
that a nice story? I should add that she said she’d marry me if her parents
agreed. I called them that weekend and they gave me their blessing. (Go
figure.) And we were officially engaged a couple weeks later when I put a ring
on her finger. We married in 1999 and just celebrated 15 years of wedded bliss.
(Do you feel nauseous yet?)
Yep,
that’s our story. But I had a reason for telling it, other than just being
sappy.
Last
Sunday, I was talking with a bunch of guys about evangelism, and we were
discussing the idea of being “contagious” witnesses. We talked about our
friendships and considered the opportunities our current social networks give
us for presenting the Gospel. Many of us admitted that we didn’t have many
friends who were non-believers. And, even those of us who did have
non-believing friends, were forced to admit that our relationships with them
have often not been particularly redemptive (meaning Gospel-centered). So I
challenged them, and myself, to be intentional and strategic in
developing redemptive relationships with non-believers.
We
talked about this concept, and as we got down to practicalities, I found myself
saying things like, “Well, see if you can maneuver yourself to arrive in the
lunch line at the same time as that non-believer,” and “perhaps you could just
‘happen’ to show up at the place where he exercises or works,” and “maybe you
could find out what sports he likes and start participating in them.”
It
didn’t take long until someone made the obvious comment: “That sounds a bit
sketchy.”
Sketchy?
Well, yeah, I guess it could. It does seem a bit ‘stalker-ish,’ doesn’t it? And
I had to pause and think about that for a moment.
Then
the obvious hit me. There wasn’t a guy there who wasn’t willing to act a bit
‘stalkerish’ to win the girl of his dreams. We would all be willing to venture
out of our comfort zone, position ourselves near her, and find (or create)
opportunities to talk with her. Just like I did with Nicole. That’s what guys
have done since the beginning of time. They’ve pursued.
Sure,
pursuit of a girl can get sketchy. When the girl rejects the guy (“As I’ve told
you ever so many times, I like you, but I don’t like you like you.”), he
needs to accept reality and move on. If he keeps pestering her, or papers his
room with her picture and continues sending her unwanted letters and poems,
then he’s over the top. Lighten up, dude, it’s weird. But between the poles of
indifference and sketchiness lies appropriate pursuit.
Today
I want to suggest to you that we need to embrace pursuit as an ongoing part of
our Christian lives. The pursuit of the unsaved is the commission our Lord gave
us when He said, “Make disciples!” and it is non-negotiable. We are to be
fishers-of-men.
I
fear that we Christians are sometimes so afraid of appearing ‘sketchy’ in the
eyes of the world that we assume an outward appearance of indifference toward
the nonbeliever and his fate. We stand aloof and pray for the person without
taking the risk of initiating contact and presenting Christ. We act like an
infatuated boy who longs for a girl but is never courageous enough to express
his love, whose fear of rejection prevents him from boldly pursuing his
greatest desire, permitting the girl to pass by without ever knowing his
interest. Now, if the boy never wins the girl of his dreams because he was
scared, that’s sad. But if a Christian never testifies to his neighbor
concerning the Risen Lord, that’s tragic!
We
Christians must risk rejection and express our love for our non-believing
neighbors. We must risk appearing ‘sketchy’ and ‘stalkerish’ in our pursuit of
the lost. And as we do, we have the promise of God’s Word that there are
some who will respond. We will not only encounter rejection. We will
find those He’s called. And there will be great joy as we witness others come
to know and love the Lord. That joy will be as great as the joy I experienced
when I realized, ultimately, Nicole returned my affections. And, maybe, no, probably,
it will be even greater.
Let’s
pursue the unsaved!
“I have
become all things to all men,
that I
might by all means save some.”
1
Corinthians 9:22b
-- Christian Pilet