March 7, 2010
Fearless – Week Four
Fear of Life’s Last Moments
Speaker: JR Moffatt
Before I get started, let’s have a word of prayer for Highway 67 which is taking place during this time in the Children’s Worship Center. This is the service that is offered to parents and their K-5 children so they can worship together as families. I stepped foot in there before I came here and there is definitely an energy in that room. The Children’s Ministers (Alissa and Matt Wallace) are working to create an environment for those parents and their kids. So let’s have a word of prayer:
Abba Father, we want to teach your adult children to train up their children in the way they should go. I thank you for the people who have committed their time to that and I thank you for some of the praise band members that can go down this month and spend time with their children. Thank you for everything you do for us and I thank you for this body of believers and I pray you will speak to them with your voice and your spirit. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
It was this summer in August; we had just returned from my mom’s house and from Washington D.C. where we had spent an extensive period of time on our vacation. We needed to get back by a certain time because Zac had been invited to go to FL with a friend and his family. But the whole week before that, he had been getting severe migraines to the point of getting physically sick. Then on the drive home, he was feeling bad and that morning he was to leave, he was too sick and couldn’t go. I went to his friend’s house and they were willing to take him but he was so sick, we didn’t want him to get down there and be a burden on this family and then they wouldn’t be able to enjoy their time in FL for having to stay with him and keep him inside. I came back and told Zac that I had told them to go without him. Zac was really down when he realized he wouldn’t be going. Later that morning, he woke up (about 10 a.m.) and felt really good so I got this idea in my head and did some research as to how much a 1-way plane ticket would cost. It would be less than $100 so I approached his mother and told her we could drive him to the airport and the plane would get him to Orlando where the friend’s family could pick him up. She just looked at me. I didn’t feel good about it but I went ahead and got the ticket and he went to the airport and we checked him in—it was a direct flight, which meant he wouldn’t have the stress of having to change planes and less stress on us knowing he wouldn’t have to go through all that to find the other plane to board. I kept telling him they would give Mike a pass to come to his plane and Zac wouldn’t have to do anything. However, even though there were many positives that it would be a smooth transition, I kept thinking about all the negatives that could happen. I had a sinking feeling when he walked to the plane. I remember losing sight of him in the midst of all the other boarders and walking out of that airport without him. I wanted to walk back in there to get him—that unsettled feeling was still in my thoughts. So I sent a text to a friend that would have good thoughts and possibly encourage me—it was Alissa. I sent her a message because I knew she was a positive person who has a lot of faith and compassion. I said in the message, “I just put my son on a plane alone to FL.” Her quick response was, “What the heck?” I had sent her the message because she is the one who cries on the first day of her boys’ school each year when they walk out the door; you would have thought she would have been more compassionate. But there is a time we have to let go with their first steps, with their first bike ride, and with a lot of other firsts.
Friday was my daughter, Shanna’s, 8th birthday. She got to go to the boys’ sectional and watch two basketball games. (laughter) She said, “Boy, Dad, this is the greatest birthday ever.” I told her since she had sat thru 2 games on her birthday, she could choose the place where we would stop and eat on the way home. Now, think about it; between Fortville and Cicero, there aren’t a lot of choices—the only one that sounded good that we knew of in that area was the Waffle House over on 69. But we could always wait until we got into Noblesville where there are many other choices. Zac was in the back seat and he was speaking up and encouraging her to do just that; he said, “No Waffle House; let’s go to Steak n’ Shake in Noblesville.” I said to Zac after he had been pestering her, “Zac, it’s her birthday; let her choose.” Shanna said, “Yeah, two basketball games, so I choose. It’s all about me so shut up.” Zac then shared, “Well, my birthday is Tuesday so that day will be all about me.” I interjected, “But I think Jesus is coming back on Monday, so I’ll wave at you.” Zac responded with words that are still in my head, “We are all going to the same place so we’ll just celebrate there.” After he said that, I said, “Are you sure?” He confirmed, “Sure, I’m sure.” Those words have not left my mind. We have such a fear of death and of life’s final moments. To be honest, I had that fear of all those things that could go wrong when he walked to that plane. But the conversation in the car driving back on Friday night showed the faith of that soon to be 14-year old and it was amazing. We have such a fight to live that sometimes we forget the purpose of life. It becomes such a flesh thing—a skin and bones thing.
I was confronted with this in 2003. Many of you know some of what I went through physically. I had been feeling bad for a few years before that but in the spring of ’03 I got worse. I had mono in the 80’s and thought it was the aftermath of that in some way. I had gone in for a heart and stress test and tried to figure out what was wrong. Those last few weeks of school, in May, I was barely able to drag myself out of bed. I remember something that happened, well two things that happened, both in the middle of the night. I haven’t shared them but only with a couple of people, and honestly, I’m not sure I have even told my wife. There was a moment where I got up in the middle of one night and walked into our kitchen to the bar and sat down at the stool. I was sitting there—it was about 3 or 3:30 a.m.—and I remember my struggle as I leaned my head over and laid my head down and I clearly remember thinking, ‘I’m going to die right here and right now.’ I thought I was so physically sick and spent that I couldn’t get up and do anything about it. All I could think about was that I hoped Leigh Ann comes out and finds me and not Zac. I laid my head on the counter and thought ‘It’s over.’ I don’t know how long I lay there but I remember what was going through my mind—it was the fight that somehow you just have to survive the physical part of it. I finally was able to get back up and I went back to bed. But I remember so clearly that feeling of ‘It is over.’ I thank God for sparing me. Shortly thereafter, I went in for some blood tests. They told me when they got the results that they didn’t know why I was still alive. They started tossing the idea of leukemia around and other things. My first words to Leigh Ann were “I told you I didn’t feel good.” She didn’t think that was very funny. But it wasn’t leukemia and the diagnosis turned out to not be a big deal in the scope of things. I ended up having a couple of surgeries and after I had my 1st surgery I got up again in the middle of the night feeling awful. I had been reading part of the Talmud, a collection of rabbinic writings on Jewish law and tradition, and I had been hearing people constantly tell me ‘You look terrible.’ We were going through the finalization of Shanna’s adoption at the time and I had been told that my skin looked green and yellow. In the Talmud it said “When the body dies, the skin turns green.” I thought ‘That’s me. I’ve been in the process of dying this whole time.’ Whether it was that moment sitting in the kitchen bar counter or whenever, there are things I wrestled with. Shanna had just turned one and there might be problems with her feet. Alissa was her physical therapist and when I was watching her practice taking her up and down the steps, I thought to myself, ‘They will have to show her a video of me because she won’t remember me.’ Here’s a kid who’s going to struggle with the idea of being adopted and now she’s going to struggle with the one who wanted her and think maybe he didn’t. She would have questions. The fear of life’s final moments is very real and it is not just fear that hits us but it is fear of maybe someone else’s dying and how all that goes. It is such a heavy struggle but very real, and it is because that in our fight to hold on to the physical, we sometimes forget the faith. Paul said in 1 Corinthians (paraphrased) ‘We only see a glimpse. We get caught up in the physical and forget the faith.’
Philippians 1:21-26. Here in this passage the Apostle Paul says this: (JR read the 1st few verses.) For the believer, to be absent from the body is to be present with Jesus. I want to challenge you today about flesh life. We think that in terms of ‘if I would have died at the kitchen counter that morning, we tend to think our life is over.’ We get caught up in the flesh part of it and I’m not sure God sees it the same way or He sees life the same way we do. We tend to think of beginning and end in the flesh but Paul said, ‘I desire to be with Jesus.’ So our absence from the body is our presence with Him. Life changes in a sense but it is more a “transition.” It is like a baby’s life changing from going from the womb to the world.’ In one of those “3 Men and a Kid” movies, the kid comes out saying how “cold it is—I want back in.” It comes from the warmth of the mother’s tummy into the cold, real world. The transition from death to spiritual life is much the same way. Just because our body stops, it doesn’t mean our life stops. It is just a transition—it is to the safety of the Savior. BUT, this is about people who are in a relationship with Jesus. (JR read on.) He is saying ‘I would rather move on.’ He didn’t have fear so he would have rather gone to be with Jesus, because ‘to die is gain.’ Paul continued, ‘But for your sake, I will stay behind in a troubled world.’ When I was sitting at my kitchen counter, I wasn’t thinking about staying for the good of other people. I wanted to hang on to that physical world. Why is it that we fear so much the end? If it is someone we love, we are going to be without them. The end of the flesh is a beautiful thing, and in many ways, it is harder on the people left behind. We struggle here because we don’t want to let go and we stand at the bedside and hold their hand and we tell them we love them. Some of us are fortunate to have had those moments. But with some, the end has been unexpected and quick; we wrestle with those final moments because we wonder what was going on because no one was there with them. I’m not sure God sees it the same way we do. I really don’t think He does.
John 11 – John answered the question. Look at Verses 25-26. This was during the passage where Jesus has gone to comfort the sisters of Lazarus who had died. Jesus then responds to Martha and He answers her question. (JR read the two verses.) You see, I believe this question will impact how we handle life’s final moments, that is if we truly understand that death for the believer is just a transition. Now I’m not saying there isn’t fear in those final moments. In Max Lucado’s stuff, it is all written to the believer but if you are outside a relationship with Jesus, you had better fear those final moments. When you come to those moments and you’re outside that relationship, we will hand their hand to someone else on the other side. It is a question of to whom. If you’re outside of a relationship with your Savior, it won’t be His scarred hands. We’re unsure of some of the people that have gone on before us—that can be a heavy burden for us. My grandfather ended his physical life with a gun when I was 8 years old. I know in my mind where he was spiritually. I have an uncle who died in ’03 of malnutrition. He had lived in Chicago and at one time was a stockbroker but he became estranged from his family. My aunt, the Orange County, IN Auditor, told us he had made money in the 6-digit category, but he died of malnutrition. I participated in his funeral but told my cousin, ‘I feel terrible and I’ll do a little bit but you do it.’ And he did. And he did an awesome job. There was one thing that ministered to me as a minister. It was awesome. My uncle was pretty edgy and pretty boisterous about his lack of faith in the time that we knew him. I remember walking around the streets of Chicago with this then-millionaire and he was wearing a shirt with a racial slur which stated, “Kill them all and let God sort them out.” I knew as a teen-ager that there was something wrong with that statement. You all need to understand and be careful what you wear and what’s printed on it because it sends a strong message to young minds. As I matured, I often wondered about my uncle and then he became estranged from us and we didn’t talk to him. We did see him once, however; he was an extra in a movie and we were able to see him playing a part inside a jail cell—it lasted all of 2 seconds. My cousin said in the funeral message that my uncle had been pretty rough around the edges and he had a calloused heart. He continued with “This is all I can say that I’m not the judge and my hope and prayer is that somehow he had a moment with God that we don’t know about. All I can tell you is there is hope that there was an encounter somewhere.” Y’all, if you’re outside of Jesus, there will be fear in those final moments because if you depart from Him, you will remain apart from Him. If you are in a relationship with Jesus, you’ll be able to sit in that back seat and listen to the smart remarks from your dad that Jesus is coming on Monday so we’ll wave at you, and respond that it doesn’t matter because we’re all going to the same place so we’ll celebrate together.
Y’all have a chance to make a difference. If you have struggled with that situation as to where someone you love is because of their spiritual walk, don’t put your kids and loved ones in that same position. Don’t let them have to guess. I know this is heavy stuff—no one likes to talk about death. We want to talk about life. The bottom line for the believer is it is just a transition. Jesus doesn’t view it the same way we do--He said we would never die.
In 1991, we had some foreign exchange students, one of them being from Germany—two from Brazil. I spent many hours talking to them about their faith, because I knew they might not receive that news when they went back home. So for the last 18 years I’ve had a shirt hanging in my office (here JR brought it out and showed it to us) that they gave me when they left; each of them painted their national flags on it and their names and ’92 since that was the year they left. And in orange they added these words: Christians never die; catch you in the sky. That shirt has never been worn. I put plastic over it and it has been hanging in my office at the former building and now here, for 18 years. It is a constant reminder that God doesn’t view things the way I do—that life in Jesus is not death but just a transition. In a sense it is a birth—to pass through another womb.
John 17:3 says “Now this is eternal life; that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.” Eternal life doesn’t begin when you physically die; eternal life begins when you come to know Jesus. We don’t die; we just transition. Some of us look forward to that transition. Those final moments can weigh on us. When Leigh Ann’s mom was dealing with cancer and Leigh Ann was struggling here, I told her to ‘take Shanna and go to OK to be with your mom. You don’t see your parents often; you need to go. Zac and I will be fine. You will never regret staying there.’ She was there for a long time in those last moments of her mother’s life. It is a heavy thing. Some of you have been through those very things. Don’t wait; don’t wait for those moments that the doctor says you just have six months to live. How about start that now? Our goal in life should be when we make that transition in life that we don’t notice a difference. Wouldn’t that be cool?—the only things we would see differently would be the faces we are around each day.
You have a chance to make that decision to surrender your life right now. How can we have confidence? I’m not sure. I experienced those moments with Jerry Grimes and with Gene Hubbard and his wife Gail—when we were in those rooms with them, we saw them fighting that battle. And there have been others that I have experienced those moments when God grants a peace that I don’t understand completely. When I had my head on the kitchen counter, all I could think about was my kids and family. How is it in the midst of Stephen’s struggle with his final moments (Acts 6 & 7) they looked upon his face and saw the face of an angel. I don’t understand it; I can only tell you that God intervenes and He will do the same thing for you. So when you come to the end of your time and your family takes your hand and hands you off, my prayer is that it will be a nail-scarred hand that takes hold of yours and in a blink of an eye you will see Jesus.
Closing Prayer: Dear God, death is rooted in sin; we struggle with it so because it is a reminder that we are separated from you. But it is through your son, Jesus, that there is restoration and hope. Hebrews 2: 15-16 tell us Jesus died in order to relieve us from the slavery that we have been bound with because of our fear of death. My prayer is that we live life with confidence and face death with that same confidence. And I pray that our answer to the question Jesus asked Martha is that we can all look in the mirror and say ‘yes.’ In Jesus’ Name, Amen.