“And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates” (Deuteronomy 6:6-9).
When I was a senior in college I led a men’s Bible study group with Campus Crusade for Christ. During the Fall semester we had several new Freshman in our group. One of them was named Rick.
Every week in our group we would close by asking the guys for their prayer requests, and every week, Rick’s request was the same.
“Hey guys. Keep praying for my problem with lust. I’m still struggling with it.” He’d say with a nervous laugh and wrinkled brow.
And so we would pray for Rick’s problem with the sin of sexual lust and ours too, since it really is every man’s battle.
After a few weeks into the semester, Rick stopped showing up for group, so me and a friend of mine decided to go and check on him. Climbing the steps to the third floor of the freshman dorm, we heard music blaring from Rick’s room.
After banging and banging on the door, it finally swung open to the sound of Rick’s voice yelling, “What the blank do you want?”
Seeing us standing there, the goofy grin left his face and he amended his remark with, “Sorry dudes, I figured it was the guys down the hall, not you. Come on in.”
Sitting on the corner of his unmade bed, I looked around Rick’s room. Every wall was plastered with posters of naked girls. Stacks of “girly” magazines were strewn about. I couldn’t find a place to rest my eyes that they weren’t assaulted with temptation, so I tried to focus them on Rick.
“Rick, we’ve been missing you in Bible study buddy, so we thought we’d come see what’s up.” I said, trying to keep things light.
“Yeah, I’ve been kinda busy. I guess I just don’t have time for the whole weekly group thing now that the semester has gotten going, what with tests to take and papers to write and all..” He half-heartedly muttered in reply.
“I hear you. A lot of freshman have a hard time adjusting to college life at first. But that’s why we need other Christians for fellowship and Bible study. It’s hard enough living for Christ while in college, but it’s near impossible to do alone.” I told him, mustering all the concern in my voice for him that I could, in spite of his flippant attitude.
“Yeah, well I guess I’m doing alright.” He said.
“Well, what about the lust thing? Remember how you’ve been asking us to pray about that? How’s that going?” I asked.
“Well, it’s still kinda a struggle.” He admitted, with that familiar nervous giggle.
“I’m not surprised.” I said. “Since you’ve told us that you’re a believer and therefore our brother in Christ, I want to be honest with you. If I had to sit in this room much longer, I’d be struggling with lust too! Why don’t you tear down these porn posters, throw these girly mags in a garbage bag and let’s have a bonfire?”
“What… these?” He asked, gesturing at the wall dismissively with his hand. “They’re just something I’ve been collecting since I was 13. I’ve got every issue and pin-up since 1969. They’re just a collector’s hobby. That’s all. No big deal.” He finished with a matter-of-fact tone.
“No. Actually, they are a big deal and they are hurting your testimony and hindering your Christian growth. Rick, you’ve got to get serious about following Jesus. You can’t say you believe and then live like this. Let us help you dude. We can have a bonfire tonight!” I told him, my voice cracking with real concern and emotion.
“Nah… that’s OK… I’ll think about it, but I’m kinda busy tonight. Anyway, thanks for coming by guys, I’ve gotta get a shower and head to my … my next thing, so..” He replied, while getting up and motioning us towards the door.
As we left Rick’s room, I said, “Rick, we really miss you friend. And we’re gonna keep you in our prayers.”
“Yeah, thanks. See ya around.” He replied, while closing the door.
I still sometimes think about Rick. We did see him around campus after that, but never at another Bible study. His brand of Christianity was of a kind that doesn’t affect behavior. It was a kind of passive believing that never really affects behavior. His kind of believing didn’t even affect what hung on his walls.
Should what you believe affect how you behave? Should following Christ make any difference in how you live?
What’s hanging on your walls?





“’The LORD is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I will hope in him.’” (Lamentations 3:24 ESV).
In the meantime, ours is to watch and wait, while telling others about our hope in Christ. Because we have not placed our hopes in a calendar, but in a Person, the Person of Jesus Christ. He is the object of our hope.
“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men” (Luke 2:14 KJV).
I think it’s because we’ve misunderstood the meaning of peace. Peace is more than the cessation of hostilities. It is what the Hebrews of the Old Testament called shalom. This shalom is an expression of health and well-being, safety, good relations between peoples and nations, quiet tranquility and contentment, friendship, wholeness, soundness, and completeness. Shalom is a state of the human heart that has been touched by God. The only true source of shalom is God’s Son, the Prince of Peace Himself, Jesus Christ (Isaiah 9:6).
“And the angel said to them, ‘Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of
So we can see that Dicken’s Ebenezer Scrooge isn’t the only one who has had trouble with saying “Merry Christmas.” The cynical Scrooge rudely deflected the friendly greeting and brooded on the foolishness of those who uttered it.
Fortunately, after the Spirits of Christmas effected his transformation, Scrooge was able to heartily exchange the wish with all he met, saying, “I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to everybody!”
“’O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?’