3 Major Problems With Modern, American Christians

I am so thankful that God had me to be born in the United States of America. I will not say that the USA is not without its flaws, because there are many, but I can still say that, for the most part, the USA is a good nation. I have life, liberty, and I can pursue happiness in a way that is not common in many other places in the world. I am also thankful to be a Christian. I praise the Lord every day that he, in mercy and grace, came down to this world to die on a cross in order to save a wretched sinner like me.  Being an American and being a Christian are two of the most important aspects of my life, but unfortunately, when blended together, it produces something that I am not proud of: being a modern, American Christian.

It doesn’t take a incredibly insightful person to see that an overwhelming majority of Christians in the United States are heading the wrong way. And as I look over the spiritual landscape of the churches and Christians in our country I see three major problems:

A Lack of Biblical Understanding

I have found that there is a severe lack of Biblical understanding in the churches across our nation. People do not know their Bibles. Unfortunately, we do our best to teach our children to memorize Bible verses and learn Biblical principles at a very young age through programs such as Awana, Masters Club, Kings Kids, etc. But we neglect to learn more about the Bible as adults. It is unfortunate that I can ask the average person who has been saved for 30 years or more to show me from the Bible proof of the deity of Christ, and most will not be able to show me, they wouldn’t really know where to start. A lack of Biblical understanding produces weak Christians. And it is because of weak Christians that false doctrines such as Calvinism, the Prosperity Gospel, relativism, and liberal textual criticism have found a foothold. It is very easy to swallow false doctrine when you don’t know true Biblical doctrine. I believe that there are two main reasons why there is a lack of Biblical understanding in our modern, American churches. First, there is a lack of personal Bible reading. Bible reading may be one of the most neglected parts of the Christian life. Many do not read their Bible regularly and those that do read it regularly often read very little. Let me ask you: how are you supposed to understand the Bible if you never read it? The second reason, there is a lack of solid Biblical preaching. Understand today, I am not saying that every pastor is guilty of this. I know many pastors who are very thorough in their preaching of the Bible and do their best to feed their flocks. But I have seen, time and time again, preachers who are more concerned with being sensational than being doctrinal, or producing emotion instead of producing conviction, or tickling ears instead of breaking hearts. Too many preachers fear to get in their pulpits and preach “Thus saith the Lord” because it may mean ruffling a few feathers. If you are in a church like that, you need to leave at once and never look back. Find a solid, Bible preaching church. There is a lack of Biblical understanding among modern, American Christians because of a lack of personal Bible reading and a lack of Bible preaching.

2nd Timothy 4:3-4, “For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.”

A Lack of Godly Service

When I was a child, there was a lady in our church who sang this one song once every year or so. The title of the song was, “My House is Full, But My Field is Empty”. That song has stuck with me all throughout my childhood and into my adult life. It is a shame that the message of this song is very true. I firmly believe that God has given each Christian the capacity to serve Him in some way. It doesn’t matter how old, young, rich or poor, God has called us to serve. When I used to teach children’s church I would tell the kids that they cannot be too young to be a soul winner. I brought my first soul to Christ when I was just 7 years old. I wasn’t a theological scholar, I wasn’t a “super Christian”, I was just a little boy who loved Jesus and wanted to see my classmate go to Heaven. If 7 year old Curtis King can do it, then you can do it. It is a shame though, that across America on Sunday morning there are a lot of full churches, but then on Monday through Saturday there are no Christians to be seen! No one is being a witness for Christ, no one wants to pick up people and drive them to church, no one wants to go the extra mile and actually DO something for Jesus. Yes, the house is full on Sunday but the field is very, very empty the rest of the week. I think what may be the problem is how Christians perceive the Christian life. I know, I have seen with my own eyes, Christians who treat going to church on Sunday morning as if it is their duty as a Christian. They treat Sunday as if it is their “Christian day” but then every other day of the week is a “normal person day”. Let me tell you something, Jesus does not want you to just be a Christian at church on Sunday. Jesus wants you to be a Christian all the time, no matter the day, time, or situation.

I fear that most Christians do not see the need to serve the Lord. I heard a statement once that says that 10 percent of the people in a church end up doing 90 percent of the work. I cannot disagree with that statement. Too many Christians come up with some sort of excuse to not serve, “I am to busy,”, “I don’t know how,” or, “We pay the preacher to do that.” None of those excuses will have any weight on judgement day.

John 4:35, “Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.”

A Lack of Powerful Prayer

Christians in America are not getting their prayers answered. Do you know why? Most Christians in America are not praying. I tire of hearing Christians pray these vague, nonspecific prayers such as, “Bless so-and-so,” or “Be with so-and-so”! Do you know what those prayers mean? Absolutely nothing. They can mean just about whatever you want them to mean but at the same time mean nothing. Many Christians have convinced themselves that God doesn’t really answer prayer, therefore they pray these vague, general prayers, just to stay safe. I tire of hearing Christians give the terribly unBiblical excuse that God always answers, but sometimes he says yes, sometimes he says no, and sometimes he says to wait. I’m sorry, but my Bible tells me that if I ask ANYTHING of the Father in the name of Christ (or within the will of Christ) he WILL give it to me.Yes, that requires that I be filled with the Spirit, which in turn will mean that I will pray for what the Spirit would have me to pray for, but God says that He will honor that prayer. Why then do we settle to not pray?

God convicted me about this last year. I spent so much time worrying about the needs in our church until one day I was convicted to start praying about them. I wrote a list of the needs that our church had. It is a very specific list. Would you believe after several months of praying for very specific needs for our church, God miraculously provided answers to two of them! I prayed that God would give us a van to pick up people for church and he gave us one. I prayed for funds to fix a major flooding problem that the church basement has and God provided. God still answers specific, Spirit-filled prayers. Unfortunately, most Christians are content with praying vague, empty prayers. Ultimately, those vague, empty prayers are simply the fruit of a lack of faith in an all-powerful God.

John 14:13, “And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son.”

These three major problems all lie under one major problem in modern Christian America, and that is a lack of commitment to the cause of Christ. Christ does not want me to be a Sunday Christian, he wants me to be an everyday Christian. If I am to be a disciple of Christ every day, it means that I am going to read my Bible and learn it, it means that I am going to serve the Lord, and it means that I am going to be a person with enough faith to pray and expect and answer. We do not live in a time that allows for uncommitted Christians. Allow me to ask you this question as I close this post: Is your all on the altar? Today, you must determine to give the Lord every single aspect of your life. Let’s break the destructive trend that has been set over the past few decades and commit ourselves to Christ.

Pastor King is the Pastor of Calvary Baptist Church in Hartwell, GA

The Greatest Lesson My Mom Taught Me

Today is my mom’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Mom! In honor of this occasion, I will share in this post the greatest lesson my mom ever taught me. It did not take a long time to figure out which lesson to write about, this one has been in the front of my mind sense the very beginning. It is also apt because it is also so close to Thanksgiving. The greatest lesson that my mom taught me was about being thankful.

My mom has always made a big deal about being thankful. Ever since I was a kid, I knew that my mother’s favorite hymn was Count Your Blessings. To this day, whenever I sing that song it makes me think about my mother. I guess the one thing, though, that makes this lesson stand out to me, is my mom’s treatment of Thanksgiving. If you know the King family at all, you know that we LOVE Thanksgiving. No matter how separated me are throughout the year (I live in Georgia, my parents and brother live in Maryland, and my sisters live in California!) we always are able to gather ourselves up together for Thanksgiving. Not a single one of us has missed Thanksgiving as a family yet; I know that someday we will not be able to say anymore, but for now, that is impressive. My mom says every year that she is planning on scaling back on the food, but every year seems like she makes more than the year before! As soon as we wake up in the morning there are cinnamon rolls ready to eat and all day long there are “appetizers” on the table, including things like pumpkin roll, shrimp dip, crab dip, buffalo chicken dip, and many other dips, cheese ball and crackers, and the list goes on and on. And then, of course, later on in the day, we stop eating the appetizers in order to give our stomach’s some room for Thanksgiving dinner. Every year, my family has a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, with the turkey, corn, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green beans, sweet potato casserole (AMEN!), and others. As I write this, I feel like such a pig! But I promise, it gets better. Thanksgiving is not special for my family because of the food. Yes, the food is awesome! And it is definitely a perk to being there, but that is not what our Thanksgiving is about. Our Thanksgiving is about a turkey made out of construction paper. Did I lose you? Let me explain. Every year, my mom cuts out “feathers” from colored construction paper and sends a feather to each extended member of the family (grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, some people I don’t think I have ever met) and asks them to write down what they are thankful for on the feather and then mail it back to us. On Thanksgiving day, those of us that are there also write our own feathers. When we are done eating the dinner, we stay at the table and dad brings a turkey made of construction paper into the dining room. We all get the same amount of feathers, and we read out loud what every member of the family said. The feathers go onto the construction paper turkey and when it is all done the turkey looks full and fat with feathers.

I cannot remember when that tradition started. It is something that we have done every year since I was just a little kid. That tradition has brought about some of the greatest memories that my family has ever had: There would be some years when it seemed like everyone in our family had gone through some serious trials and we were all in tears as we read our feathers about how thankful we are for God’s goodness, one year a turkey feather announced my wife’s pregnancy to the family, almost every year brings laughter as we read the feathers. I am even getting a little emotional right now as I think of all the great memories I have from doing that. What’s the point? Now that I am older, I understand why my mom went out of her way to make sure that that tradition was done. She was trying to instill in us a heart of thankfulness. My mom taught me that even when the future looks bleak, that even when I do not know what the future holds, I still have so much to be thankful for.

Thankfulness is missing in most of our homes and churches. Yes, we say what we are thankful for around the dinner table on Thanksgiving day, but for the rest of the year we act very unthankful. A lack of thankfulness expresses itself in griping, complaining, never having joy, not being a soul winner, and not being holy. The truth is, if we all determined that we would be more thankful to the Lord for everything he has done in our lives, it would transform the way that we live.

Here is the problem though, it comes naturally for us to complain about our problems, and it is unnatural (or supernatural) for us to be thankful. Dr. Rasmussen, at West Coast Baptist College, always says, “Thinkfulness is Thankfulness”. Do you want to be a thankful person? It requires you make a conscious effort. It isn’t just going to happen; thankfulness requires that you put some effort into it. As the song says, “Count your blessings, name them one by one.” 

I am so thankful for a mother who has taught me all throughout my life that being thankful is an important part of my walk with God. My challenge to you today is to Count Your Blessings. It really will surprise you what the Lord has done.

Don’t forget to check out the other lessons my mom has taught me:  Meekness Is Not Weakness, and Home Is A Haven.

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Lessons My Mom Taught Me- Meekness is not Weakness

Fragile. That is not a good word to describe my mom. Now, some of you who think that you know my mom are reading this and thinking, “Of course she is fragile! She is sweet, sensitive, and a bit quiet.” Well, I hate to tell you this, but you don’t know my mom. It takes great fortitude to be a pastor’s wife. There are many women who cannot handle the pressure and hurt their husband’s ministry because of it. Being a pastor’s wife is MUCH harder than being a pastor. I can say that because my mother is a pastor’s wife and my wife is a pastor’s wife. I have seen and experienced firsthand this truth. My mother is not fragile, my mother is not weak. I think Hollywood has tricked modern society into thinking that in order for a woman to be strong, she needs to be loud and boisterous. First example of this that comes to my mind is Lois Lane in the Superman comics. Whenever Lois walks into a room, she takes control. She is pushy, always gets her way. Most people would look at Lois Lane (if she was a real person) and say, “That is a strong woman!” And maybe she is. But can I tell you a strength that is often overlooked? Meekness. The word “fragile” is not a good way to describe my mom, “meek” is. What does it mean to be meek? The Biblical idea behind meekness is twofold, the first part is speaking of humility and the second part is referring to weakness. You might say, “Pastor King, look at the title of this blog. You are saying that meekness is NOT weakness.” Correct, because meekness as a Christian is not simply being weak, but also gaining strength from Jesus Christ. Understand, every single one of us is weak, but it is the meek person who understands that they are weak and need to take on the strength of Christ. Do you know something that is very difficult about being a pastor’s wife? Knowing about people who mistreat your husband but still loving them and being kind to them. Knowing that someone said something overly cruel to your husband but then going up to them with a smile on your face and love in your heart on Sunday anyway. That takes strength. Some people would say, “That person hurt me, I’m just going to hurt them back. They don’t deserve my kindness or love!” That person is reactionary and weak. The person that can bite his tongue and continue on loving is the strong person.

I have seen my mom hurt many times. Whether it was someone saying a cruel thing about my dad, or about one of us kids. Whether it was someone being overly cruel or harsh to my family. I have talked to my mom on several occasions where she was in tears. But never once have I seen her angry. And that speaks a lot of her strength.

Many Christians can learn from this. Why are we so quick to lash out? Why are we so quick to act out in anger? Truly strong people are the ones who decide not to fight back, but instead decide to continue to love despite the bad treatment they endured.

Isn’t that what Jesus did? On the cross, one of the things he said was, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” Who was Jesus speaking of? The people that beat him, spit in his face, whipped him, and nailed him on a cross to die! But Jesus did not act out in anger, he didn’t call fire down from Heaven to destroy them all, instead he loved them. One of the most Christ-like things we can do is to love those that have hurt us. Yes, it is meek, but it is also very strong.

My mother is one of the strongest women I know. Yes, she may be quiet at times, she may not like speaking in big crowds, she may be sweet, and yes, she may even be a little sensitive at times, but my mom is not fragile. She has great fortitude. She is meek. And it is the meek people who, in reality, are very strong.

Stay tuned for next week’s post- The Greatest Lesson My Mom Taught Me!

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If you missed my first post in Lessons My Mom Taught Me, check it out- Home is a Haven.

Last thing, I promise. In the beginning of 2015, I am launching my new book “Sermons from the Life of Abraham” on the Kindle. Stay tuned for its release. In the meantime, check out my book Sermons from the Book of Haggai.

Restoring Passion in the Ministry- Guest Post, Levi Leeder

I asked my good friend, Levi Leeder, to write a post on passion in the ministry. I have several ministry friends, some are serving as pastors, some as associate or youth pastors, some school teachers, some missionaries, and others. I know, from my own personal experiences and from talking to ministry friends that it is easy to lose our passion in the ministry. I asked Pastor Leeder to write on this subject, because I believe that he is truly passionate about the work of the Lord. I hope that his post will be a blessing to you.

Living in Grapevine, Texas I have the opportunity to see men that represent the passion they have for their favorite sports team. When the weekend started everyone donned their favorite sports teams colors as if they where a badge of honor. If you where to ask any warm-blooded American who they routed for it would be safe to say that 95% of them would give you an answer. Win or lose, the passion of a sports fan will never die.

When we look at the Churches of this generation we have a lack of passion sweeping through them like it’s an infectious disease. We would rather stand up for our favorite sports team then stand for The Lord and His Church. We have traded our Bible for a Football, our Churches for a field, and our Faith for a false sense of enjoyment. Passion is not something that can be manufacture, bought, or born with. Passion is when you devote your whole heart to a cause, vision, or goal and will do all you can to see it through. The question has to be asked, “why has the passion for the ministry faded in so many Christians?” I believe we can have revival in this generation but it will need the Christians of this generation to get a passion for the ministry again. So how do you continue to have a passion for the ministry?

First, we must remember who lives through us. Galatians 2:20 says: “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me”. When we think of all that Christ has done for us we can’t help but keep the passion that was started at the start of our salvation. I am humbled by the fact that God chose to use a worthless sinner such as me. When the Creator of the universe decides to leave his glory and die for you it should light a passion in your heart.

Second,we must understand that we are examples to those around us. Matthew 5:16 says: “Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven”. Have you ever taught a class of young people? When you are teaching a class there will always be a leader of the group. The mood of the leader will spread and effect the rest of the group. D.L. Moody was quoted saying, “the world has yet to see what one man can do that is wholly surrendered to God”. One of the reasons the Churches are full of people with a lack of passion is due to the lack of passion in the congregation. We are called to be a light in this dark world and as a light we have a responsibility to spread that passion to others. You need to stop and ask yourself if you are the reason passion has been stifled in the local church. We must carry the passion that Christ has given us to those around us so the light of Christ can burn brighter.

In conclusion, I want to make it clear on why we can’t afford to lose our passion. Philippians 3:14 says, “I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus”. When you have your sights set on a goal you will be focused on finishing it no matter what. We as Christians do not have the luxury of going through this life without a fire in our souls for the lost. I believe, with all my heart, that if we lose our passion then the future generation has no hope. We have an obligation to this and future generations to keep that passion that we once had. Christian, you must keep your passion; the future depends on it.

For more info about the Pastor Leeder’s ministry as a youth pastor, check out Bethel Baptist Church in Grapevine, Texas.

Next week I will continue Lessons My Mom Taught Me, you won’t want to miss it.

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Lessons My Mom Taught Me- Home Is a Haven

High school was very difficult for me. I did not have a whole lot of friends during my time in high school. In fact, it wasn’t until about my junior year when I could reach out to younger guys that I really had a nice base of friends. Admittedly, some of it I brought on myself; some of it was not my fault though. I know it doesn’t sound very manly to admit, but there were several times in my time in high school when I came home crying just because someone had treated me cruelly. By the way, as a side note, there is never a good reason to be mean to anyone, ever. Jesus calls us to live above that and love one another. It is a shame that in a Christian high school, where everyone professed to know Jesus Christ as their Saviour, there was so much hatred and cruelty, but that is a different post for a different time. In high school I endured people saying cruel things to men, about me, spreading vicious rumors about me, treating me like the worst kind of person imaginable. I was mocked, scorned, belittled, and hurt. I am telling you all of this, not so you will feel bad for me, but so that you will see the burden that I felt. Put yourself in my shoes for a moment. Does it hurt? Do you dread waking up in the morning to face another day surrounded by people that hate you? Yeah. It’s tough. But do you know what made it all worth it? HOME. You see, my mother lived by a principle. Home is a haven. When we come home, the worries that we had from school were no longer important. At home, everyone was loved. At home, it was calm and relaxing. At home, I was safe. My mom made this happen by doing several things. Often there would be a plate of cookies or brownies ready for me and my siblings when we came home from school. Most mornings when we woke up and many evenings, my mom would turn on some soft playing music that was relaxing and calming. And every single day when we came home, my mom was genuinely happy to see us. It has been said that two things make the spirit of a home what it is, mom and music. My mom strived to make the spirit of our home one of safety and love.

I compare that to what many other children face. I can say with certainty that many children do not experience that type of home. From conversations I’ve had with friends, to seeing the homes of children we pick up on the church bus. Many children lack this type of home. Here is the problem with that. Most children and teenagers do not find safety or rest in school. Even the most popular in school are faced by pressure and difficulties among their peers. Those that do find safety and rest at school are in for a world of trouble, because there is a need to hold on to it, so peer pressure is easier to fall to. Children that lack a loving home lack stability. By the way, if you think what I am saying is hogwash (that’s a fun word to use) this is something that I studied about and I have many sources to back me on this. Kids need a loving home. Period.

Can I be honest about something? I love my dad. That was made very clear by my series called Lessons My Dad Taught Me. But, if I would have had my dad without my mom, I do not believe I would be a well adjusted member of society. My dad would testify to that. If I had not had my mother, I would hate the life of the ministry, I would be bitter at life and people, and I would not have any of the positive relationships that I have today. Why? Because when I would get beaten down by the outside world, I knew I had a haven, a place to go where I felt safe. Home. That is not to say that my dad did not do a good job, it’s just that my mother made it a point to make home a place of comfort (please don’t read into this what isn’t intended to be said).

If you are a parent, which I’m sure many of you are. Do not make home a place of fighting and bickering. Too many homes, Christian homes, are a hotbed for strife; that is not the way that it is supposed to be. Why do so many children grow up and want nothing to do with the church? Oftentimes it has nothing to do with the church, but it has everything to do with the home. It may have been Lee Roberson who said that our country is weak because the church is weak, but the church is weak because families are weak. My mother taught me that in order to make a family strong, a family needs to feel safe from all trouble at home. No hatred, no anger, no strife. Just love, acceptance, and encouragement. 

My mom is full of wisdom, you can hear her at the Sword Ladies Jubilee on 

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For some of the music cd’s that my mom would use at home, go to Faith Music Mission. 

Lessons My Dad Taught Me- Quality Time

Ever since I was a little boy, my dad made it a point to spend time with me. When I was in elementary school, sometimes my dad would pull me out of school early and we would go see an Orioles baseball game. My dad would buy me a cup of Dip ’N Dots and we would sit and talk while watching the game. I remember my dad taking me every year to the Ravens training camp, and getting autographs from players and getting to talk with Tony Banks and The Goose. Once I got into the 5th grade or so, dad would wake me up early a few times a week and we would jog in the woods. Once I got older and my tastes began to change, dad would take me to McDonalds every Monday morning and we would spend time with each other and talk. Several times we would drive a few to hear a preacher out of town, and when the winter came my dad would drive me every single week to go snowboarding. My dad invested a whole lot of time in me. I remember that most of those drives to and from snowboarding I would talk to my dad about a subject that I was passionate about- please don’t laugh- the life of Walt Disney. I don’t want to brag, but I have read over a dozen biographies of Walt Disney, his life fascinates me, it did even when I was a teenager. I would talk for hours about Walt Disney to my dad. Do you something I realized not to long ago? My dad did not care even an ounce about what I was talking about! Seriously, who really wants to know how Dumbo did in the box office or why the Disney Studio riot happened? But as a teen, I did not know that. My dad engaged with me about something that he cared little to nothing about. Why is that? He was trying to invest time in me.

I love my parents. They mean the world to me. The hardest thing about living in Georgia is that I don’t get to see them nearly as much as I used to. I believe that a large part of the reason that I feel love by my parents and why I love them in return is because of time spent. My dad made it very clear in his actions that his job was important, but his family was more important. Yes, sometimes he had to take a phone call while we were spending time together and sometimes he did have to go on an emergency hospital visit, but I never had a doubt in my mind that he would rather be spending time with me than doing that.

Who do you love? We all love at least one person in our lives. Is it your parents? your spouse? your child? co-worker? The list goes on and on. Do you know how to express that love in a genuine way? Give them your time. Time is the most valuable asset that we have, therefore the things that we spend time on are ultimately the things that we truly care about. As a pastor, I love my congregation. I need to be diligent to give them my time, in writing them letters, in listening to them if they need to talk to me, in prayer, and in other areas. You see, it takes more than telling someone that you love them, it takes actions. Talk is cheap, actions are valuable.

I have never doubted the love that my parents have for me. Not many grown children are able to say that. A lot of children feel like they took second place to work, or maybe even third, fourth, or fifth place. But since my parents spend their time on me, I know they love me and I love them in return. Quality time is important.

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This is the last of the Lessons My Dad Taught Me Series. To read the others again, here is No Complainin’ About Nothin’, The Importance of Soulwinning, and Never Argue With Anyone About Anything Ever.

Stay tuned for a new series coming next week: Lessons My Mom Taught Me!

Lessons My Dad Taught Me- Never Argue With Anyone About Anything Ever

College was a huge step in my life, as it is with every college student. It was particularly hard on me and my family because the college I had chosen to was in California, (West Coast Baptist College) while my family lived in Maryland. I was far from home. This was not my first time being far from home, I had spent summers serving at the Bill Rice Ranch, but this was the first truly long time. My family flew out with me to get me all set up and ready. We made the most of those last days we had together. I will never forget my father pulling me aside and giving me a word of advice. This was one of the last things he advised me on before they left, and it will stick with me until the day I die. He said to me, “Curt, never get into an argument with anybody.” He then explained to me that preacher boys are notorious for enjoying an argument over theology, or personal standards, or other things (He was right) and that doing so is an unwise and not a spirit-filled thing to do.

It did not take me very long for me to realize that he was very right about what he told me. In my time at college, I heard preacher boys argue in dorm rooms, I saw them argue on Facebook, and I overheard them argue while out soul winning. By the way, this is not a reflection on my alma mater, this is a reflection on human nature. It seemed as if everywhere I turned people were arguing. I will not say some of the ridiculous things that were being argued about, because some who read this may have been the people who were arguing!

Before you roll your eyes and say, “Well, doesn’t Pastor King think he is so perfect!” I have to admit, sometimes I did not follow my dad’s advice. Sometimes I got sucked into arguing. I remember one time in particular, there was a guy who told me that the preaching at church was not really as important as we made it out to be. Now, maybe he just said that to grind my gears, because it did! I got angry and I began to argue.

Looking back though, I realize just how foolish it was. How much time was wasted by guys sitting around and arguing all afternoon? Sometimes when we would get back from visitation on Saturday’s, guys would come into the dorm with a big grin on their face. People would ask, “Did you see anyone get saved today?” And they would reply, “No! But we got to argue with some Mormons, and boy did we let them have it!” Do you know what happened? These guys would spend an hour arguing theology with Mormon missionaries. I am not saying that Mormons can’t be saved, but I am saying that arguing with one isn’t going to do it! These guys would waste all of that time on this group of Mormons while the entire time they could have been knocking on more doors, inviting people to church and spreading the Gospel. When they decided to argue instead, nobody won. They didn’t win, the Mormons didn’t win, certainly God didn’t win. Oh wait, there is someone who did win…the Devil.

And that is the whole point. Arguing is nothing but a waste of time. All it does is it swells the ego of the person who “won the argument”, and it keeps us from doing what we are supposed to be doing.

You might want to argue with me and say, “But how will we show people that they are wrong?” When you decide to argue with someone, they don’t care what you have to say. If you want to help change someone for the better try to love them to where they need to be. Many of you have heard the famous phrase, “It is easier to catch flies with honey than vinegar”. Although that is technically not true (flies are definitely more attracted to vinegar) the lesson remains the same. You are not going to help people change or grow by arguing or belittling what they believe or do, you win them by loving them.

I still cannot get over how much time I wasted that I could have used to serve the Lord in an effective way. If only I had heeded that lesson that my dad taught me much sooner. Arguing is a waste of time, never argue with anyone about anything.

God is doing great things at Calvary Baptist Church in Hartwell, GA! Check us out!

My dad is the pastor of Emmanuel Baptist Temple. Give it a look!

Check out the other Lessons My Dad Taught Me: No Complainin' About Nothin' and The Importance of Soul winning