How Pentecostals Have Blessed My Life

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Sunrise WorshipMy life has been blessed in amazing ways since God changed my heart about fellowship with Charismatics and Pentecostals.

I have never been a big fan of the theology or practice of Charismatic or Pentecostal believers. I guess I sensed they felt my faith was flawed, that something significant was missing from my walk with Christ. And they did such silly, crazy things in the name of the Savior. I read books like John MacArthur’s “Charismatic Chaos” and felt an amen deep in my soul. To be honest, I dismissed my glossolalia-enthralled fellow-believers with disdain; as some sort of mutant strain of the faith.

My attitude (with perhaps a tad more grace) is prevalent in our denomination. We have written policies to prevent those who are charismatic (or even those with a private prayer language) from serving in our missions agencies. Our fellowship is certainly limited. Dr. Malcolm Yarnell made the following comment on a blog, “Thus, the only form of cooperation that seems possible when working with Pentecostal Christians is co-belligerency with regard to public policy (standing against abortion, for the family, etc).” It is his recommendation that the only fellowship we have with our Pentecostal brethren be in the region of politic and social advocacy.

There was a time when I would have agreed with that position. I separated myself from Charismatics. I thought ill of them, spoke critically of them, stayed away from them, and disdained the silliness of their doctrines and practices. Then, God changed my heart.

This is my story of how God used Charismatic and Pentecostal believers whom I had disdained to bless my life. It is a personal testimony, but I will not hide the fact that I have a reason for sharing this testimony. I am still in disagreement with the theology advocated by Pentecostals. I do not speak in tongues in public or private. But I think that the fear and loathing that some Baptists show toward Charismatics is unnecessary, and I think there is much to be gained by fellowshipping with them and even partnering with them is some significant (if limited) ways.

I became the pastor of Northbrook Baptist Church in Cedar Rapids, Iowa in 1991, and God blessed that church. By summer of 2003, the church had more than tripled in average attendance. But problems were beginning to surface – some of which derived from unholy attitudes and actions by the pastor. On September 23, 1993, I was at a pastor’s conference and watched a tape of Henry Blackaby on holiness from the Fresh Encounter series. It was a turning point in my life. I spent much of that evening praying, repenting and renewing my walk with the Lord.

But when I went back to the church, a strange thing happened. I ran into a brick wall of opposition and resistance. It was as if every evil thing in the hearts of people in that church came to the surface. I felt like I was on the front lines of warfare for most of the next year.

In January, I received an invitation to a pastors luncheon. I had always disdained fellowship with other pastors – these men were the competition, weren’t they? But I knew that God wanted me to go to that meeting. At that meeting, I heard about a weekly pastor’s noon hour prayer time, and I knew I needed go.

I began to pray with these men whom I had disdained and an amazing thing happened. In my nearly 30 years of ministry, 1994 was my toughest. These men – mostly charismatics and Pentecostals – lifted me up weekly and were my support system. They prayed loudly and fervently – it shook me up sometimes. But they walked with me, held me up, and prayed me through this horrible time.

I realized something in those prayer times. These men had beliefs and practices I did not like, but they sought the power of the same God I sought. I did not have to compromise anything to intercede on behalf of Cedar Rapids and its churches with them. They are not God’s step-children.

In the middle of the summer of 1994 (that awful year) one of the leaders of this group asked me if I would be interested in having Claude King (co-author of “Experiencing God”) speak at our church in August. Claude was coming for a conference on revival. I was excited to have him speak. That was the day God brought revival to Northbrook Baptist, a revival that lasted a couple of years – the most exciting time of my ministry. It came through my fellowship with a man that I had considered an enemy a year before.

About the same time, we were getting ready to build a home in Cedar Rapids, on land we had purchased near the church. We were told we had to move out of our rental home in September because the state was taking it to widen a road, and our home would not be ready until after Christmas. We were going to be homeless and had no idea what to do.

Again, I shared this at the prayer time and the pastor of the large Assembly church came to me afterward and told me he thought he had a solution. A surgeon in his church had a two-bedroom, two-bath apartment in his basement that he had built to house pastors and missionaries in need. While we built our home, we lived in luxury in a beautiful basement apartment of a Pentecostal surgeon. Again, God blessed us through our fellowship with those I had disdained.

So, God used the men I had treated like lepers in a significant way in my ministry. They helped me in my darkest days of struggle. One had been directly involved in the spiritual revival in my church. Another arranged for my family to have a place to live for 4 months while we built a home. I think God was trying to teach me something.

That did not mean I became charismatic. There were times when being involved with them was difficult. I remember one pastor asking God to forgive us for our doctrine. No, not just for false doctrine – he was asking God to forgive us for having doctrine at all. What a horrible idea that was. One church got the “Pensacola Blessing” and wanted all of us to participate. I did not.

Yes, it was often a strain to be involved with a group that had so many doctrines that I disagreed with so much. But it was worth it. You do not get to choose your family. I had to live with the brother and two sisters I got (they actually aren’t so bad). I didn’t get to pick and choose. And I do not get to pick my spiritual family. God does that. My job is to walk with them in unity and fellowship as much as is possible.

There are things we cannot do together. We do not plant churches together. We maintain our separate places of worship, styles and doctrines. But we do not have to erect a giant wall of separation from them. A simple, friendly picket fence will do. We can be good neighbors, fellowship together, join together in many ministries, bless each other with our words and seek Christ together.

Here in Sioux City, we have a large Assembly of God church across the street from our Baptist church. We are good neighbors to each other, but we worship on opposite sides of Old Lakeport Road.

One of our most effective outreach ministries here is a Upward Basketball. We have had over 500 kids involved in our program in years past. That ministry is a partnership between our church, the Assembly of God and a Missouri Synod Lutheran church. Baptists, Lutherans and Pentecostals working together to reach children and their families in Sioux City – that’s a little more involved that just co-belligerency.

I am not saying that we should become a charismatic denomination or that we should compromise our doctrine to partner with Charismatics. My point is simple. The Pentecostals and Charismatics I have known (not those I have watched on TV or heard about in books) have been wonderful followers of Christ. They have a passion and joy in their faith and a freedom in worship that I enjoy. I have been blessed by them. Yes, they have problems with their theology, but that should not hinder us from fellowshipping with them, partnering with them in certain evangelistic and community ministries, and being a blessing to each other.

I know that my life has been enriched because of the tongue-talking men and women of God who have crossed my path.