If the world hates you, remember that it hated me first. The world would love you as one of its own if you belonged to it, but you are no longer part of the world. I chose you to come out of the world, so it hates you. Do you remember what I told you? “A slave is not greater than the master.” Since they persecuted me, naturally they will persecute you. And if they had listened to me, they would listen to you.” [John 15:18-20 (NLT)]
A century of dike-building, agricultural development, and population growth has destroyed much of Florida’s wetlands and threatened the survival of dozens of animals like Florida panthers, Snail Kites, and Wood Storks. The White Ibis, however, is an exception. Having adapted to the new urban landscape, large groups of ibis happily graze the lawns of subdivisions, parks, and golf courses. They’ve found it easier to poke at the soil for a predictable buffet of grubs, earthworms, and insects than to forage in the remaining wetlands for aquatic prey like small fish, frogs, and crayfish. Once wary of humans, these urbanized ibis pay little or no attention to people as they follow one another across our lawns.
While conforming to a world of diminishing wetlands may be beneficial to the ibis, the Bible makes it clear that Christ’s followers are not to conform to the world around us. As the salt of the earth, we are to bring a distinctive taste, look, and smell to the world rather than take on the flavor of the world in which we live. Nevertheless, like the ibis, Christ’s church appears to be acclimating and adjusting to the world surrounding it.
In an effort to fill the pews and keep the coffers filled, we’re seeing His church adapting and conforming to today’s culture. Social media, politics, fashion, popular music, celebrities, advertisements, movies, television, politics, and politicians seem to be infiltrating and influencing our attitudes, worship, instruction, and doctrine. We’re beginning to shape values, use words, understand events, and determine right and wrong through the eyes of the world rather than the Bible. Jesus, however, was anything but popular, politically correct, or entertaining and His Church was never meant to be cool, trendy, fashionable, or fun to an unbelieving world; it is meant to be like Christ!
Just as the Israelites were not to succumb to the influence of the pagan nations around them, we are to remain apart and distinct from the corrupting influences of the world around us. While sinners should be welcome in the church, sin should not. Nevertheless, afraid of offending anyone—we creatively reinterpret or ignore Scripture, turn a blind eye to sin, or refuse to speak of sin at all. Are we seeking the world’s approval or God’s?
If we go back to the beginning of the Church, it’s estimated there were only about 1,000 Christ followers in the Roman Empire. By AD 100, however, there were about 7,500. By AD 150, there were 40,000 believers and, by 350, 34 million people (more than half the Roman Empire) followed Christ! Although the early church grew by about 40% each decade, the numbers are going in the opposite direction today. According to the Pew Research Center, 90% of Americans identified as Christian just 50 years ago but, in 2023, that number was only 64%! While adapting to the world around them may be working for the ibis, it doesn’t seem to be working for today’s church. In actuality, the church the looks and acts like the world around it, is not Christ’s church.
The early church didn’t grow because it lived as Rome did—it grew because it lived as Jesus did. The early believers had an uncompromising faith that transformed the pagan world around them. Let us do the same!
Without a globe, I allowed a random number to decide the nation for which I’d pray this week. Number 19 was Benin and I’m embarrassed to admit knowing nothing about this narrow strip of land in West Africa between Nigeria and Togo. These three nations once were part of the kingdom of Dahomey and it was in Dahomey that the ancient practice of voudon/vodun/vodou (commonly called voodoo) began. Now a republic, Benin is a severely underdeveloped nation, rife with corruption, where the life expectancy for men is just 60! A little over 40% of the population are Christian, nearly 30% Muslim, about 17% practice voodoo, and another 10% follow other indigenous/animistic religions. As a side note, ARDA (The Association for Religion Data Archives) stated that many of those identifying as Christian also practice voodoo.
Last month we took a driving trip through Virginia and North Carolina to enjoy the fall colors in the Blue Ridge and Smoky Mountains. While taking a train ride along the Nantahala River Gorge, we commented on the beautiful vines covering the hillside. Our seat-mate told us this lovely looking plant is a destructive weed called kudzu. Native to Asia, this semi-woody vine was introduced to the U.S. back in 1876 during the Philadelphia Centennial Exposition. Originally advertised as an ornamental plant, kudzu’s ability to grow up to a foot day (and up to 60-feet a year), overtake, grow over, and smother just about anything in its path, has given it a new name: “the vine that ate the South.”
Most trees begin life as a seed in the soil of the forest floor and most trees also observe proper forest etiquette by not killing one another. The strangler fig (Ficus aurea), however, is not your typical tree. Rather than starting in the soil where the fig’s seeds would struggle to germinate in the darkness of the dense forest’s floor, strangler figs usually begin life high up in the forest’s canopy. Blown there by the wind or deposited by animals in their droppings, the sticky fig seed usually begins its life in the bark crevices of a mature tree.
Effortlessly skimming over the water, the bird occasionally dipped its bill into the water before gracefully rising, circling the pond, and returning to skim along the water again. Even though I’d never seen one inland, the bird’s large bill, distinctive black and white coloring, and unique flight identified it as a black skimmer. Although skimmers usually spend their lives around sandy beaches and coastal islands, sometimes they feed in inland lakes during nesting season and I was thrilled to watch several skimming over our lake just before sunrise.
While editing photos, I came to one of a pipevine swallowtail. Seeing it on my computer rather than the camera’s viewfinder, I realized it had seen far better days. Its once beautiful wings were tattered and torn, only one “tail” remained, an antenna was missing, and, with many of its scales gone, its wings were more translucent than iridescent blue. Perhaps it had a close call with a predator, the wind had tossed it around, or it simply was old. In any case, it was damaged goods and no longer beautiful.
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