If Paul Walked into an American Church This Sunday

Apostle Paul’s Reflections – A.D. 2025 (so they tell me)

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

Today, I found myself among a people gathered in the name of Jesus in a place called the “Southern Baptist Church of Oak Haven.” It was unlike anything I ever imagined—vast halls, cushioned seats, glowing lights, and great screens that magnified faces and words for all to see. It took time for my heart to understand where I was and why I was here. And now, as the sun sets, I feel compelled to write—rejoicing, yet also weeping.

What Stirred Joy in My Spirit

I heard the gospel! Christ crucified, risen, and reigning—proclaimed with boldness. The preacher spoke not of men’s greatness, but of God's mercy. I rejoiced. Though his garments and delivery were different than mine, the message was familiar. Some nodded with understanding, others took notes. May the Spirit cause the Word to take root.

I met believers—some young, some aged—who love the Scriptures. One woman quoted Romans to me with tears in her eyes. A man spoke of discipling his sons. I listened to their prayers and heard sincerity.

And oh, how my heart soared when I learned of the church’s mission efforts. They send many to the nations, and they support others with their riches. Some go to dangerous places. Their zeal reminded me of Epaphroditus, who risked his life for the work of Christ.

But My Spirit Was Also Troubled

The building was splendid, almost imperial. Columns, coffee shops, polished floors. I wondered: Have the people of God become too at home in this world? I saw more ease than urgency.

Many came, but few brought their neighbors. I asked one man, “Who did you bring to hear the Word?” He looked ashamed. Another woman confessed, “I haven't spoken of Christ in months.” I fear they have embraced a faith that costs little.

Their songs were loud, but their prayers were few. The music stirred emotion, but I longed for groaning intercession, for brokenness, for the fear of the Lord. Where was the weeping over sin? Where was the trembling joy of those who have passed from death to life?

I saw many rich in goods but hesitant to give beyond comfort. Some stored up for retirement, but had never sponsored a single gospel worker. I wanted to remind them: You are not your own, you were bought at a price.

My Plea

Brothers and sisters of this age, return to simplicity, to the purity of devotion to Christ. Let love abound, not in word only, but in deed. Lay aside distractions. The fields are white with harvest, yet too many are entertained while the poor go unvisited and the lost unheard.

Still, I do not despair. The Spirit still moves. The gospel is still powerful. The Bride is not forsaken. She only needs to awaken.

I write this with tears—some from joy, some from longing. May the Lord grant you strength, wisdom, and boldness in the days ahead.

To Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.

– Paul, a servant of Christ Jesus