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follow me: love one another

March 20, 2013 By Sandra Heska King

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A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another. ~John 13:34-35

I had a pastor who cautioned us about the danger of using the “random finger” method of finding God’s will.

He often told the familiar story of the man who opened his Bible at random and pointed to Matthew 27:5. “Judas went out and hanged himself.” The man didn’t think that applied to him, so he tried a second time, opening to Luke 10:37: “Go thou and do likewise.” He didn’t think God really meant for him to follow Judas, so he tried one more time, and his finger fell on John 13:27: “That thou doest, do quickly.”

I thought I’d try it just for fun. I closed my eyes, let my Bible fall open, and tapped finger to page. It fell on Hebrews 13:1: “Let love of the brethren continue.”

And I laughed.

Because those words seem to enfold what David Platt talks about in chapters 6 and 7.

I looked up that little word, “let.” It’s meno in the Greek.

Abide.

And the Greek for “continue?” Again, meno.

Abide.

It’s all so simple.

Really. It is. Or should be.

It all comes back to love.

We love because He first loved us.

He is love.

And He lives in us.

I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing. ~John 15:5

Can it be that all we need do to reproduce is to remain rooted?

That all we need do to catch fish is to follow hard after the great fish catcher?

That all we need do is surrender and yield supple so He can re-form, conform, and transform us?

That His will for us, to make disciples, will just naturally (or supernaturally) follow?

And maybe–maybe we don’t even know it? What if the seeds we shed sprout in our wake? What if we can’t see who’s behind because all we see is Who’s ahead?

Maybe we’ll be surprised at the end of our journey to learn we led, to find out we had a following.

All because we lived in love and loved in life.

Platt reminds us that we can’t do life alone.

As soon as we follow Christ, we start fishing for men. And as we do, we discover the distinct delight that is found not in searching for God’s will, but in experiencing God’s will. Even better than this, we discover that we belong to an entire community of brothers and sisters who are all committed to accomplishing the same purpose. ~p. 148

He goes so far as to say that “anyone who claims to be a Christian yet is not an active member of a church may not actually be a follower of Christ at all.” ~p. 150

Not just a member of a building where people “park and participate in programs,” but members of one body on a journey. It’s not about “dating” churches. It’s about committing to care for each other.

It’s about connecting in community, hanging out with the family like Jesus did with His disciples. Loving and holding each other accountable. About sharing the love.

We need silence and solitude, but we also need each other. And Jesus needs us to need each other because it’s through us He meets needs. It’s through us He carries out His will.

By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” John 13:35

For as Christians lock their arms and lives together with one another in local churches, nothing has the power to stop the global spread of God’s gospel to the ends of the earth. ~p. 173

So let the love of the brethren continue.

And let the finger-pointing cease.

Stilled by love,

Sandy

This week David Rupert leads the discussion on chapters 6 and 7 of David Platt’s book, Follow Me: A Call to Die. A Call to Live. There’s some good discussion happening at The High Calling. Come see.

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  1. Lori says

    March 21, 2013 at 3:39 pm

    I couldn’t agree more…..wonderful post. He who does not love does not know God…..GOD is love. Thank you, Lori

    • Sandra says

      March 22, 2013 at 9:16 pm

      I shuddered a bit at the beginning of this book, Lori. But it’s growing on me. Except now I’ve entered chapter 8, and so far it’s making me a bit uncomfortable again. But it’s all good. 🙂

  2. Duane Scott says

    March 21, 2013 at 4:41 pm

    Smile.

    I needed this today. Because I just spent 30 minutes whining about a guy from church who, despite whatever I say, always has a self-righteous rebuttal ready.

    So yes, love the brethren. Pray for him. Forgive him.

    This is where the rubber meets the road and I’m going to go there, no matter how difficult.

    • Sandra says

      March 22, 2013 at 9:17 pm

      Sometimes it’s so hard, right? I’m glad He can stretch and form even rubbery us.

  3. Martha Orlando says

    March 22, 2013 at 11:08 am

    It is all about loving one another . . . beautiful as always, Sandy!

    • Sandra says

      March 22, 2013 at 9:18 pm

      Thank you, Martha. Love to you.

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