Two minutes up the road from me is about a square mile of houses that are all
worth well into the 7 figures. Serious wealth, right on our doorstep. And last
night a group of us went to do some leafleting to inform them about some of the
church work that goes on in their area.
Behind the huge gates, long driveways and giant front doors, it was hard
to imagine the kind of lives that would have had to have been lived in order to
get one of these places. A certain degree of worldly success can definitely be
assumed though.
As we walked along it was hard not to be in awe of some of these
properties and I'm certain there are some amazing people behind the big porches
and flash Porsches, but statistically very few of them are church attending
Christians.
I think that when you have as much as they have and material life is
incredibly comfortable, it's hard to see the need for a Saviour who’s first
call is to ask you to give up your all to follow Him. Some just have too much
to give up in most cases.
But behind each mini castle are lives that are just as broken, confused
and in need of Jesus as those in the high rise council flats a few minutes down
the road - different kinds of addictions, anger and apathy in both.
After I had gotten over the astounding architecture I realised/remembered
that I wouldn't swap a moment in Jesus' presence for a lifetime of such opulence. My inheritance is secure forever in eternity; theirs is presently tied up in
property or held in a safe.
A man once asked the question: "What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?" I hope the leaflets will reveal something of the truth behind that question to them.
