Thursday, April 9, 2026

I Heard His Voice To Come On Home

I heard his call to come on home


I came in quiet, cold and damp, my doubts still tighter than my jeans,

Through doors that sighed in solemnness, with whispered mercy in between.

The ceilings climbed, the shadows soared, like hands that were entwined to pray,

Where silence spoke as in a dream, and seemed to beckon me to stay. 


The light fell fractured through the glass in blue and crimson, broken gold,

with words long written without words for minds unready still to hold.

I felt their colours on my face like speech that touches hearts unseen

As if my faith was never frail just waiting for a way back in.


Chorus:

In this cathedral made of stone

I heard his call to come on home

not by a shout, command or creed

but by his beauty claiming me.


I walked the graves of crowned decay, where kings and queens in marble sleep,

where every reign’s reduced to rust, where tears have long since ceased to weep.

Though time had worn their lives away, and left no power, left no claim,

there in that hush of humbled rock I heard his heart beat unashamed.


Chorus:

In this cathedral made of stone

I heard his call to come on home,

not by a shout, command or creed,

but by his beauty claiming me.


Break


No lightning split the vaulted dark, no voice declared me clean or sure,

just beauty standing where it stood, unbribed, unbroken, unobscured. 

And deep within without a word, the silence sang, the sky stood still,

and something softer than belief then taught my restless heart to kneel.


Chorus:

In this cathedral made of stone

I heard his call to come on home

not by a shout, command or creed

but by his beauty claiming me.


So though I’ve wandered half my life mistaking thought for what is free,

this beauty leads the long way round to finally circle back on me.


In this cathedral made of stone I heard his call to come on home.


©️ Johannes W H van der Bijl 2026

Music by Chris Merry

Vocals: Chris and Antonella






https://youtu.be/CHQejWb62OM?si=10zRkSadsfWaS5Bb 


The God Who Sees Differently

1 Samuel 16:1–13                           John 9:1–41

The God Who Sees Differently

There is a particular kind of grief that settles in when something believed to have been given by God seems to go wrong. It is not merely disappointment, nor is it nostalgia. It is the sorrow of watching hope unravel…of seeing a life, a ministry, a leader, a prayer prayed fervently and expectantly, or even a season that once seemed full of God’s favour slowly hollowed out by circumstance, by disobedience, fear, or pride. That kind of grief lingers. It does not pass quickly, because it is bound up with love for God’s work and concern for his people.

Most of us can point to at least one moment in our lives when something we were convinced was right simply did not happen. A door closed. Not dramatically, not cruelly…just firmly. It may have been a job we were qualified for, a path that seemed sensible, a hope that felt almost inevitable. We had prayed about it. We had thought it through. Even others expected it to happen too. And then it didn’t.

At the time, that kind of disappointment rarely feels spiritual, does it? It feels confusing, bewildering, frustrating, sometimes even unfair. Only later…often much later, if ever…do we begin to see that the closed door was not the end of God’s involvement, but the beginning of a different kind of leading. A path we would never have chosen for ourselves. A future we could not yet imagine.

1 Samuel 16 speaks to people who live with that kind of disappointment.

Samuel had been certain about Saul. Everyone had. Saul looked right. He fit the role. He seemed, at least initially, to be God’s answer to Israel’s predicament. But now Samuel was left grieving…not only for the failure of a king, but the collapse of a hope. What was meant to be God’s provision had become a spiritual disaster.

And it is into that grief…into that sense of ‘this should have worked’…that God spoke. Not with an explanation, but with a command: “Fill your horn with oil and go.” In other words, trust me again, even though your last confidence ended in disappointment.

That is the space this text inhabits: the space between a door that has closed and a future God has not yet revealed.

That is precisely where we find Samuel at the opening of 1 Samuel 16. Saul had not simply failed as a king; he had failed as a servant of the Lord. What began with such promise ended in rejection. And Samuel was mourning. He grieved over a spiritual disaster…over the collapse of a man once anointed by God, over the danger now facing Israel, over what might have been had Saul just obeyed rather than hesitated and fluctuated.

And if we are honest, we may recognize ourselves in Samuel’s grief. We live surrounded by spiritual ruin that ought to trouble us more than it does. Leaders fall. Churches fracture and churches fold. Faith erodes quietly under pressure and compromise. Yet we often choose to move on without really mourning…we choose to distract ourselves rather than sit with sorrow over the condition of God’s people.

But Samuel mourned, and God let him mourn…but not forever. Because grief, however real, is not the final word in God’s economy.

“How long will you mourn for Saul, since I have rejected him as king over Israel?” The question was not harsh. It was not impatient. It was a summons forward. Note that God did not tell Samuel that his sorrow was misplaced; he told him that it was no longer sufficient. Mourning had to give way to obedience.

“Fill your horn with oil and go; I am sending you to Jesse of Bethlehem.”

That sentence is hope wrapped in command. God was not stuck with Saul. His purposes had not been derailed. You see, even in the aftermath of failure…especially in the aftermath of failure…God was already preparing a new beginning. What Samuel could not yet see, God had already chosen.

That matters deeply for us. The collapse of a leader, the disappointment of a season, or the exposure of sin does not leave God scrambling for alternatives. He is never reduced to damage control. The Lord who judges also provides, and his provision often arrives while we are still grieving.

Yet when God begins anew, he rarely does so in ways that confirm our limited vision.

When Samuel arrived in Bethlehem and saw Eliab, everything in him resonated with familiarity. Here was height. Presence. Strength. Here was Saul all over again, or so it seemed. Samuel assumed the pattern would repeat, because human logic almost always does.

But the Lord interrupted him: “Do not consider his appearance or his height… The Lord does not see as humans see.”

But this moment was far larger than Eliab or even Saul. True, it reached backward to Saul, whose outward impressiveness concealed a fearful and self-protective heart. But it also reached forward to Absalom…flawless in appearance yet corrosive in ambition…and to Adonijah, confident and charismatic, but never chosen by God. And it reaches into every generation where God’s people are tempted to confuse visible qualities with faithfulness and where they confuse ability with obedience.

You see, the Lord looks on the heart…not because the heart is sentimental or vague, but because it is the seat of trust, humility, and teachability before him. This truth confronts us, because it exposes how easily we misread what God is doing. Yet it also comforts us, because it means that God mercifully overrules our most confident mistakes. If the future of God’s people rested on our assessments alone, it would be disastrous. But God sees more deeply…and more truly…than we ever could.

So, one by one, Jesse’s sons passed before Samuel. And one by one, God said no. The moment became almost uncomfortable. Finally Samuel asked the unthinkable question: “Are these all the sons you have?” And Jesse responded with a sentence that explains everything: “Well, there is still the youngest…but he is tending the sheep.”

David was not merely overlooked; he was assumed irrelevant. He was not even considered worth summoning until every other option had failed. And yet when he arrived, the Lord said, “Rise and anoint him; this is the one.”

God’s choice overturns every human expectation. The shepherd becomes king. The unnoticed becomes central. The one least likely by human standards becomes the bearer of God’s promise. And when the oil was poured, the Spirit of the Lord rushed upon David…not for ease, mind you, but for calling.

What do I mean? Well, at this point the story might tempt us to think that divine choosing leads immediately to divine success. But Scripture refuses to indulge that illusion.

No sooner did the Spirit come upon David than his life became profoundly more difficult. He was drawn into conflict, hunted by Saul, driven into exile, betrayed by those he helped, and pressed to the edge again and again. The gift of the Spirit, although infinitely gracious, was at the same time quite severe. God equipped David not for comfort, but for conflict.

And the same pattern marked David’s greater Son.

At Jesus’ baptism, the Spirit descended and the Father spoke: “You are my beloved Son.” And yet, immediately afterward, the Spirit drove Jesus into the wilderness…to hunger, temptation, and confrontation with evil. From that moment on, Jesus’ ministry was marked by misunderstanding, hostility, and eventual rejection. The Messiah was not crowned, humanly speaking…he was crucified. The cornerstone was not admired; it was rejected.

Which brings us naturally to John 9.

The man born blind received his sight…oh happy day…but then everything fell apart. Instead of celebration, there was interrogation. Instead of praise and thanksgiving, there was suspicion. His parents were bullied. He was mocked, tried, labelled a sinner, and finally expelled from the community. Suffering was not removed following his healing…in fact, it accompanied it.

And this is where Scripture presses on us most firmly.

The trouble that follows obedience is not evidence of God’s displeasure. It is often the mark of belonging to him. Likewise, suffering is not necessarily a sign of sin…it may be…but more often than not, suffering is the tool of formation. The wilderness is not proof of abandonment, but of presence. God’s children are not spared discipline; they are shaped by it.

The man born blind ended up seeing more clearly than anyone else…not just physically, but spiritually. He knew Jesus because he walked the path that God’s chosen ones always walk…the path of humble and obedient submission despite anything and everything contrary to our hopes and dreams.

Very few of us recognise God’s best work while it is happening. We recognise it later…looking back, often with some astonishment, sometimes with quiet gratitude. We realise then that the thing we once mourned was not the thing we needed most. The door that closed did not ruin us as we may have thought at the time…rather it redirected us.

Samuel never saw the full shape of what God was doing when he poured the oil on David’s head. All he knew was that God had chosen differently this time. David himself would not understand it for years…through caves, betrayals, fear, and exile. Even the man born blind did not fully understand his own story until he was standing outside the synagogue, rejected and yet truly seeing for the first time. And remember, the disciples did not understand the crucifixion until they saw Jesus resurrected. 

But in each case, the disappointment was not wasted. The closed door was not arbitrary. The unlikely choice was not accidental. God was seeing what they could not yet see…and what we can not yet see.

And that may be where some of us are today…still mourning something that did not turn out as we hoped, still puzzled by a decision God made that felt strange, even wrong, at the time. Scripture does not rush us past that grief. But it does invite us to trust the God who looks on the heart…the God whose choices are wiser than ours, whose paths are deeper than our plans, and whose purposes often come disguised as interruptions.

The story of Samuel, of David, of Jesus, and of the man born blind reminds us that God’s most faithful work often begins where our certainty ends. But one day…perhaps not soon, perhaps only on the other side of eternity…but one day we will look back and say: That door had to close, so that this one could open.

And only then will we see clearly.

Now this sermon began with Samuel mourning what had gone wrong, but it has ended with a man who could truly say, “I once was blind, but now I see.” 

In between stand David, Jesus, and all who follow the same pattern of divine choosing followed by costly faithfulness…like our beloved persecuted brethren who have cried out for much of their lives: How long O Lord? 

God sees differently. God chooses differently. God forms his people through suffering, not despite it.

And if we can learn to trust…if we can believe that the God who looks on the heart is present with us even in the wilderness…then our grief will not have the final word. 

True sight will.


Shall we pray?

© Johannes W H van der Bijl 2026

Thursday, April 2, 2026

From Locked Doors to Living Hope

 Psalm 22:1-11; 23-24                   2 Corinthians 5:14-21                     John 20:19-22

From Locked Doors to Living Hope

There is something deeply human about fear. It creeps in quietly at first…an unease, a tightening of the chest…until it grows into something heavier: anxiety, confusion, even despair and a sense of hopelessness. It robs us of clarity. It drains our courage. It leaves us feeling small, exposed, trapped, and uncertain about what comes next.

This is not a 21st Century phenomena. In fact, when we turn to the Scriptures, we do not find many people standing tall in confident faith, do we?

We find fear. We find anguish. We find people overwhelmed.

The same is true about the Easter story.

On the same night on which he was betrayed, Jesus, who had throughout his earthly life spoken with authority, who had calmed storms, healed the sick, and raised the dead, now falls to the ground in the Garden of Gethsemane. And what we see there is deeply moving. We do not see strength as we might expect, but anguish.

Jesus is honest about his distress. He is overwhelmed. And so he prays, “Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me.”

This is not cold composure. This is real human dread. The weight of what lies ahead presses down upon him…the suffering, the abandonment, the bearing of sin that was not his.

And yet, in that same prayer, we hear surrender: “Yet not my will, but yours be done.”

Here is courage based, not upon his feelings or his emotions, but upon his faith in his Father…a faith manifested in the very midst of fear.

But what of His followers? Well, as we see at the moment of his arrest, they scatter.

The disciples…those who had walked with him, eaten with him, pledged their loyalty to him…they all flee into the darkness. One runs so desperately that he leaves his cloak behind and escapes naked into the night. It is almost a painful image of sheer panic.

And then Peter…Peter, who had once said, “Even if all fall away, I never will,” now stands in a courtyard, surrounded by strangers, and fear takes hold.

A servant girl asks a simple question…and Peter denies his Lord.

Again. And again.

Three times he says, “I do not know him. I am not his disciple.”

And then the rooster crows and the overconfident fisherman sinks into the depths of despair. He weeps bitterly. The weight of his failure crashes down upon him. The man who thought himself strong now knows his weakness.

And then comes the cross.

For the disciples, the crucifixion is not just the death of Jesus…it is the death of hope…it is the death of a dream…it is the death of faith.

The disciples do not stand bravely at a distance. No, they disappear. They hide. Only one remains near the cross, along with the women…no doubt because he knew the High Priest’s family.

The rest? They are behind locked doors. Huddled. Afraid. Immobilised through fear.

The world they thought they understood has collapsed. The one they believed would redeem Israel is gone. Their purpose, their calling, their future…all of it seems buried in that tomb.

Imagine, if you will, the silence in that room. No bold speeches. No confident prayers. No arguments as to who is the greatest. Only whispered questions: “What now? Was it all in vain?”

Fear. Loss. Confusion. Hopelessness.

And then…Easter morning.

The message of Easter does not come with a triumphal entry, mind you…not with public spectacle…but with something almost fragile.

Women…those whose witness meant nothing in a strict patriarchal society…women go to the tomb.

Not expecting resurrection but bringing spices to properly bury a dead body.

There is no hope-filled excitement as they walk in the semi-darkness…only grief.

And then they find the stone rolled away.

There is no body in the tomb…only two angelic beings who give them a message: “He is not here. He has risen.”

It is so unbelievable that even when they tell the others, it sounds like nonsense.

But then comes Mary Magdalene.

She sees him. She hears him call her name. “Mary!”

For her everything changes, but the disciples are still afraid.

Even with these reports, even with the rumours of resurrection, they remain behind locked doors.

And then Jesus comes…suddenly standing among them.

“Peace be with you,” he says.

He does not rebuke their fear. He does not shame their failure.

He comes into their anxiety and speaks peace.

And in that moment, everything begins to turn.

Because the real news of Easter is not only that it happened…though it did, gloriously and historically…no, the real news of Easter is that it matters.

It matters more than any event outside of the life of Jesus.

Why? Well, firstly because it deals with our past.

Just as something broken that has been expertly mended and now functions as it should is evidence of a successful repair, so the resurrection stands as the definitive demonstration that the cross accomplished all that God intended. The resurrection is not merely an event; it is the confirmation that Christ’s sacrifice was wholly sufficient, meeting every purpose set forth by God. The cross was not a defeat, but a triumph that the resurrection validates. In this way, the empty tomb is the proof that the work of redemption is complete and trustworthy.

Jesus did not merely die…he paid a penalty that was ours…and we know that this transaction, if you will, was successful because of the resurrection. He is no longer dead. He is alive.

As Paul tells us, “God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.”

The resurrection is God’s declaration: “The price has been paid.”

Every wrong thought. Every careless word. Every hidden failure.

Covered. Forgiven.

And not only forgiven…in Jesus we are counted as righteous…as right before God.

Easter matters because it speaks into our past…not with condemnation, but with mercy.

Secondly, Easter matters because it transforms our present.

The resurrection is not just about what was…it is about what is. The same powerful Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead is now at work in us.

Think of that.

The Holy Spirit that breathed life into the tomb now breathes life into people like you and me…people who are dead in trespasses and sins.

Paul says that this powerful Holy Spirit is active, shaping us, strengthening us, helping us to pray when we cannot find words, guiding us when we feel lost, forming us more and more into the likeness of Christ.

And it is now the Holy Spirit who meets us in our fear. He steadies us in our anxiety.

He gives us courage to live and to love God and others…even our enemies…those who hate us, spitefully use us, hurt us, or persecute us.

Easter means that we are not left alone behind locked doors. The risen Christ comes to us and he says, “Peace be with you.”

Thirdly, Easter matters because it secures our future.

Easter lifts our eyes beyond the present because death is no longer the end.

Paul says that death has lost its sting. What once held absolute power has now been defeated and our future is no longer uncertain darkness but promised restoration.

A new heaven. A new earth. A place where sorrow and suffering are no more. Where what was broken is made whole. Where we are with him forever.

Easter matters because it gives us a future filled with hope…not wishful thinking but certain, anchored, unshakeable hope.

But for a moment, let us return to that locked room. To the fearful disciples. The shattered expectations. The uncertain hearts. The debilitating anxiety. The shame of denial. 

And here, in that locked room, we realise something: these disciples are not so different from us.

We know fear. We know broken dreams. We know failure. We know shame. We know loss. We know uncertainty. We know anxiety. We know what it is to feel overwhelmed, to lose direction, to wonder what comes next. 

We know that locked room, don’t we?

But Easter bursts into the reality of our locked rooms.

It tells us that fear does not have the final word. Failure does not define us. And despair is not the end of the story.

Because Christ is risen…and he still comes to people like us.

He comes into our locked rooms. Into our anxious thoughts. Into our uncertain situations. And he speaks the same words: “Peace be with you.”

Human history is full of incredible events. Moments that have shaped nations, changed cultures, altered the course of time.

But what else, apart from the resurrection of Jesus, can absolve my past, transform my present, and secure my eternal future?

Nothing else comes close, does it?

And so today, we stand not in the shadow of fear but in the light of resurrection.

Not in despair but in hope. Not in silence but in proclamation: He is risen.

He is risen indeed.

Hallelujah.


Shall we pray?

© Johannes W H van der Bijl 2026

Tuesday, March 31, 2026

The Adventure Continues...

Johann and Louise: Training Disciples to Make Disciples in the Netherlands

Dear friends and supporters,

Grace and peace to you.

There are moments in ministry—and in life—when words feel both necessary and insufficient. This is one of those moments.

Remembering Padre – “The Adventure Begins”

Many of you will have heard by now of the passing of our dear friend and mentor, the Rev Dr Richard (“Padre”) Copeland. His absence is deeply felt, yet his legacy continues to shape us.

Above Padre’s door were the words: “The Adventure Begins.” This was no mere decoration—it was a way of life. Padre lived with a quiet courage that invited others to step beyond fear and into the unknown, trusting that God meets us there.

He had a remarkable gift: he created space. Space where people could be known, heard, and loved. What began as a simple gathering in South Africa grew into a global fellowship—“Padre’s Peeps”—a community bound not by structure, but by authentic relationships. In that space, missionaries and friends found refuge: a place of honesty, laughter, prayer, and deep belonging.

Padre walked with many through isolation, illness, anxiety, and grief. He listened deeply, encouraged gently, and reminded each person of their worth and their nearness to the heart of God. Though he is no longer with us, the community he nurtured endures—held together by love, strengthened by prayer, and marked by his faithful influence.

The adventure he began in so many lives continues.

Men’s Day & A Weekend of Honesty and Hope

Recently, we had the privilege of hosting the Rev Philip Sowerbutts from Castle Rock Church in Stafford for a Men’s Day and the following Sunday.

The theme—Navigating Stress, Anxiety, and Mental Health—struck a deep chord. In a relaxed and supportive setting, men were invited to be honest about the pressures they carry. Philip grounded everything in Scripture, showing how figures like Job, David, Elijah, Paul—even Jesus himself—experienced profound emotional struggle.

Through Elijah’s story, we were reminded that the journey out of darkness is often slow and tender: shaped by honest prayer, grace-paced living, and renewed trust in a faithful God.

On Sunday, Philip led us into the language of lament through Psalm 42, helping us see that expressing sorrow is not a failure of faith, but an act of faith. See here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SB2BdHusAUA&t=1197s

He also set to music a poem I had written based on that Psalm and sang it during the service. Hearing those words carried in song for the first time was deeply moving—a moment I will not soon forget. You can listen to it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZguIWkIVPA&t=29s

Life and Ministry at Christ Church Heiloo

As we reflect on the past year, we are filled with gratitude for the many ways God has been at work.

We began the year with our now-traditional “firework escape” in Wesel, Germany—restful days made all the better by the enthusiastic approval of Mr Pips.

Our "tuinhuisje" continues to serve as a place of rest and hospitality for ministers, missionaries, and visitors—a quiet but meaningful extension of our ministry here.

Please pray for our services and outreach events this Easter. Many visitors tend to come to these services and the children's Egg Hunt followed by a talk and a light lunch is always well attended. Pray for those who do not yet know Jesus who attend these events.

Our annual Women's Day is scheduled to take place on the 30th of May. The Theme is Restore, Refresh, Rest. Please do pray for this event as it is one of our larger outreaches.

On a personal note, my narrative commentary on 1 Corinthians is now complete and entering the final stages before publication, prayerfully in time for Christmas. I also continue to write poetry and song, and was grateful to see my first collection published this past year. My next project is the Prison Letters: Philippians, Philemon, Colossians, and Ephesians.

With Grateful Hearts

None of this would be possible without you.

To those who support us through prayer, encouragement, and practical help—often unseen and unheralded—please know how deeply grateful we are. You share in this ministry in ways that truly matter.

As we move forward, we do so with a sense of quiet confidence: that the God who has led us thus far will continue to guide us, even through uncertain paths.

The adventure, it seems, is never over.

With our love and gratitude,

Johan & Louise
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Johann and Louise spent two years helping to develop the St. Frumentius Seminary in Gambella, Ethiopia. They then worked in Southern Africa, serving in seven southern African countries, while continuing to work with the Diocese of Egypt, North Africa through engaging in a disciple making movement in order to grow the body of Christ. They are now serving in Heiloo, the Netherlands.
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Friday, March 20, 2026

All Age Service: Who Do You Listen To?

Who Do You Listen To?

Let me start with a question, especially for the children, but I think the adults might enjoy this too.

Who has the loudest voice in your family?

(Allow a moment for responses.)

Now here’s the next question, and this one is even more important:

Whose voice do you actually listen to?

(Allow a moment for responses.)

Sometimes the loudest voice isn’t the one we should follow, is it?

There are lots of voices in our lives. Voices telling us what to do, what to think, what really matters.

At school… among friends… on our phones… on television… even in our own thoughts.

Some of these voices are loud. Very loud.


But today we’re going to think about a man named Daniel, and he teaches us something very important: The most important voice is not the loudest one. It’s the one you can trust.


Daniel lived a long time ago, and when he was just a young boy growing up in the land of Judah, he would have learned God’s Word. He would have heard the Scriptures read. He would have been taught who God is, faithful, good, and true.

But here’s something important: Daniel wasn’t the only one who heard those things. Lots of people did. Lots of his friends did. But not everyone listened.

And because people stopped listening to God’s voice, something very serious happened. The Babylonian army came, invaded the land, and took many people away into exile, including Daniel.

Now imagine that for a moment.

You’re taken from your home… your country… everything familiar… and brought into a powerful foreign empire. And suddenly, there are new voices everywhere.

The king’s voice. The culture’s voice. The crowd’s voice.  And all of them are loud.


Some people might have said, “God has abandoned us. God doesn’t care anymore.”

That was a loud voice. But Daniel didn’t listen to it, because he already knew a better voice. A quieter voice. A steady voice. The voice of God, speaking through his Word.


And so Daniel made a choice, even when he was very young. Even when it was difficult. Even when it would have been easier to go along with everyone else. Daniel chose to listen to God.

We see this when Daniel is given the king’s food.

Now that might sound like a good thing. Special royal food! YUM! But there was a problem. This food had likely been offered to idols. And Daniel knew from God’s Word that this was not right.

So what should he do? Listen to the king? Or listen to God?

Daniel chose to listen to God and God honoured that choice.


Later, he had to make another choice. A law was made that no one could pray to God, only to the king. And anyone who disobeyed would be thrown into a den of hungry lions.

That is a very loud voice.

What would you do? Would you stay quiet? Would you hide? Would you follow the crowd?

Daniel didn’t.

He went to his room, opened his window, and prayed to God, just as he had always done.


Why?

Because he listened to God’s voice, not the loudest voice.

And yes, he was thrown into the lions’ den, but God did not abandon him.

God shut the mouths of the lions. The voice Daniel trusted proved to be the voice that was true.


Daniel’s friends made the same choice.

They were told to bow down to a golden statue. Everyone else was doing it.

The voice was loud. The command was clear. The consequences of not listening were terrifying…a fiery furnace.

But they said, “We will not bow down.”


Why?

Because they listened to God’s voice. And even when they were thrown into the fire, God was with them.


Now here’s the most important part of all. Daniel and his friends point us forward to someone even greater.

To Jesus.

Jesus also had many voices speaking to him. Voices telling him what kind of king he should be. Voices telling him to avoid suffering. Even when he faced the cross, his inner voice was saying, “Save yourself if possible!”


But Jesus listened to his Father, even when it meant suffering. Even when it meant the cross. 

Because he knew that his Father’s voice was the one he could trust. 

And because Jesus listened perfectly, he has saved us.


So now we come back to the question.

Whose voice do you listen to?

When your friends try to make you to do something you know is wrong… whose voice will you follow? When society tells you what matters most… whose voice shapes your life?


Is it the loudest voice? Or is it God’s voice?

God still speaks today. Not usually in loud ways. But clearly, faithfully, through his Word: the Bible.


As we read it… as we hear it… as we learn it…we begin to recognise His voice. Just like Daniel did.

So here’s something to take with you this week:

When you hear lots of different voices…

Pause and ask:

Is this the voice I can trust?

And then remember Daniel. Remember the lions’ den. Remember the fiery furnace. And remember Jesus on the cross.

And choose to listen, not to the loudest voice, but to the voice of God, whose voice you can trust because he has never let his people down.


Image: Daniel in the Lion’s Den. Catacomb of Sts Marcellinus and Peter, 2nd -3rd Cent.


© Johannes W H van der Bijl 2026


Thursday, March 5, 2026

The Difficulty of Rightly Understanding 1 Corinthians

Isaiah 1:12-17                       Acts 2:42-47                      1 Corinthians 3:1-9

The Difficulty of Rightly Understanding 1 Corinthians


Imagine walking into a room and overhearing someone speaking urgently on the telephone:

“No! No, that’s not what I meant.”

“Well you mustn’t treat them that way.”

“Yes, I know what you wrote, but did you read what I wrote?”

“If you keep going on like this, people are going to get hurt…in fact, some of them are already badly hurt.”

How much of what you heard helps you understand what the speaker is talking about? Not much, right? You’re only hearing one side of the conversation. What you don’t know is what is being said by the person on the other end…. you don’t know what has happened and you don’t know what is being done that has caused people to get hurt nor do you know who was being hurt. And you also don’t know what had been written previously by both sides. You just don’t know. All you hear is a one-sided conversation.

That is what reading 1 Corinthians is like. 

We are overhearing one side of a deeply charged conversation between the apostle Paul and the church in Corinth.

From what we read in the letter we know that Paul was responding to some things reported to him by Chloe’s household (1:11), as well as questions raised in a letter from the Corinthians (7:1). We also know that Paul had previously written an earlier letter to the Corinthians (5:9), but we do not have access to the contents of either of these earlier communications. The absence of both letters means that our understanding of the ongoing dialogue between Paul and the church in Corinth is incomplete, because we are missing some of the context and the issues both the Corinthians and Paul may have addressed previously. And then finally, although we know more about the sociological situations and cultural norms of that period today thanks to the flood of recent discoveries in the fields of study like archaeology and epigraphy, Paul writes about things he simply assumes his readers will fully understand without any explanation of what he means.

All we have is this one-sided conversation. We do not have the original reports, we don’t know the original questions asked, we don’t have the other letters to and from Corinth, and, quite frankly, we simply cannot fully understand the situations and cultural norms as they would have. 

And yet this letter has shaped Christian doctrine, ethics, worship, and ecclesiology for two thousand years.

So, how, then, do we interpret this letter responsibly? Well, I think we must begin by humbly admitting that while there is much we can understand and therefore can apply to our own lives without too much difficulty, we just don’t have an absolutely clear picture of everything Paul wrote about.

Firstly, we have the difficulty of distance.

Gordon D. Fee, in his commentary, reminds us that 1 Corinthians is an “occasional letter”, in other words it was written to address specific problems that arose in a specific living and growing congregation. He warns us that we are not reading a systematic theology but “a pastoral response to concrete situations.”

And that matters.

We are separated from Paul and his hearers not only by language, but by Roman patronage structures, banquet customs, temple dining practices, honour-shame dynamics, and First Century socio-economic inequalities.

We are also heirs of centuries of interpretation and tradition, that was often shaped by later ecclesiastical debates rather than first-century realities. And, unfortunately, some folks are like cows that regurgitate what they have been fed and chew on it over and over again without thinking critically about what they think or about what they believe or about what they do.

For instance, some readers of Paul’s injunction for men not to have something on their heads during prayer in the services, have been confused because of the Jewish practice of men covering their head with a garment during prayer. 

But what they often don’t know is that this particular Jewish practice of men covering their heads during prayer only became common during the Talmudic Times (AD 200–600). And this was more than likely due to the fact that as Jews moved out of the Middle East and adopted local clothing, the four-cornered garment became less common, so it became necessary to create a specialized, separate garment for prayer, the tallit gadol, or the prayer shawl. 

But on this topic of so-called “head coverings” the difficulty doesn’t end there. In the original Greek text there is no mention of “coverings” or “veils” at all. It merely says, “comes down from the head”. So what is that? A veil? Hair? And if it is hair, what style was appropriate for gender distinctions between men and women, or what style was appropriate for husbands and wives? We can read a few statements made by writers of the same period or look at a few statues of the time and make some educated guesses, but that’s all that they are. Educated guesses. And yet this ambiguity has not stopped some interpreters from developing dogmatic views on hairstyles for men and on head coverings for women!

And then how do we reconcile Paul’s statements on women praying and prophesying in the church in Chapter 11 and his statement on women keeping silent in the church in Chapter 15?

Another doozy is the issue of tongues. What exactly was this gift and why was it given? Are they human languages or angelic languages? And if they are angelic languages, does that mean that angels speak as many different languages as humans? 

And then Paul says tongues must be interpreted so that others in the congregation may understand what is being said, and yet in Acts 2 the tongues spoken by the disciples were known languages that were understood by a wide variety of foreign speakers. 

Paul says that tongues are essentially prayers to God and yet in Acts 2 the hearers heard the disciples telling of the mighty acts of God. Paul says tongues are an inferior gift to prophecy as prophecy builds up everyone in the community rather than just the speaker and yet some folks in the church have dared to make tongues a marker for true spirituality. 

So, it is essential that we read and interpret this letter with great humility, remaining cautious about drawing definitive or dogmatic assertions before fully considering the complexities involved. We must always remember that we are listening to only one side of a conversation. 

Secondly, there is the problem that some of the things mentioned in this letter are unknown to us. So, let’s have a quick look at some things that we do not know.

We do not know the contents of the Corinthians’ letter written to Paul (7:1). Nor do we know the full substance of Paul’s earlier letter that he mentions in 5:9. We also do not know exactly what Chloe’s household reported (1:11). And as we’ve already seen, we don’t know the precise social practice behind things like “appropriate hairstyles” in chapter 11 nor do we understand the exact phenomenon described as “tongues” in chapter 14. And we also don’t know the detailed shape of the rival teaching undermining Paul’s authority.

Richard Horsley in his book Paul and Empire: Religion and Power in Roman Imperial Society, reminds us that Corinth was a Roman colony saturated with imperial ideology and social competition. That context no doubt shaped this letter, but Paul did not stop to explain it. He simply assumed a shared knowledge.

So, in other words, we are reading mail that, in one sense, (and please do not misunderstand what I’m saying here) was not addressed to us.

But thirdly, there are several things that we can know. Thankfully, we are not left in total darkness. So, let’s have a look at what we can know.

Archaeology and inscriptional evidence have revealed that a man named Tiberius Claudius Dinippus served at least three times as curator annonae, grain commissioner, in Corinth. Once before AD 51, then again during Paul’s first stay in Corinth (AD 51–52), and then again sometime between AD 54–58.

Barry Danylak, in his article in the Tyndale Bulletin (59.2, 2008), argues that such repeated appointments strongly suggest recurring instability in Corinth’s grain supply. Why appoint a grain commissioner at least three times unless there was some form of food shortage in Corinth?

And the wider Mediterranean context supports this.

Tacitus (Annals 12.43; 13.43; 15.39) records multiple grain shortages under Claudius and Nero. Suetonius describes Claudius personally intervening during food crises. Josephus speaks of famine in Judea during Claudius’ reign (Ant. 20.51–53).

Peter Garnsey, in his book Famine and Food Supply in the Graeco-Roman World, says this: “For the great majority of the population, subsistence was precarious. A shortfall in supply, however temporary, could have devastating consequences.” He notes that in acute shortages the destitute resorted to spoiled or discarded food, often resulting in preventable diseases and death. And this is important to keep in mind when we get to examine the passage on the Lord’s Supper where there was no sharing of food with the poor, who were starving and malnourished, even to the point of dying.

David Downs, in his article Physical Weakness, Illness and Death in 1 Corinthians 11:30, while cautioning against tying Paul’s words to a specific famine, writes the following: “Given what is known about income distribution and inequality in the Roman imperial period, it is sufficient to affirm that poverty was a way of life, and death (by malnutrition was a reality) for the vast majority of the population, even in a relatively prosperous urban centre such as Corinth.”

That is a striking statement. Even in prosperous Corinth, abject poverty was a reality.

So, fourthly, when we read 1 Corinthians, we should at least have this socio-economic inequality in mind. For example, let’s consider 1 Corinthians 11.

Paul wrote: “When you come together, it is not the Lord’s Supper that you eat… For in eating, each one goes ahead with his own meal. One goes hungry, another gets drunk.”

Now, this is not symbolic language. Bruce Winter, in his book After Paul Left Corinth, emphasizes the role of the patronage culture in shaping Christian gatherings. Wealthy believers hosted assemblies in homes (known as house churches) that were large enough to accommodate sizeable groups…and yet Roman dining customs reinforced status distinctions.

The elite reclined in the triclinium. The less prominent, crowded into the atrium. If food was scarce or simply distributed according to status (which was common in this period), the humiliation would have been visible. And so the Lord’s Supper became a mirror, not of Christian unity, but of Roman inequality.

Therefore Paul said: “Do you despise the church of God and humiliate those who have nothing?” The language is severe because the situation was severe. They were not taking care of the needy, which seems to have been the common practice in the First Century Church as we see in Acts 2:42-47.

Then let’s look at what Paul said in 1 Corinthians 7:26 about avoiding marriage because of their “present distress.” Yes, scholars debate the meaning of this distress. Where some see persecution, others see eschatological urgency, and still others see some localized crisis.

However, if Corinth faced recurring economic instability, even short-term supply shocks, as seems to be the case with the repeated appointment of a grain commissioner, Paul’s counsel concerning marriage and social obligations takes on a practical force.

Weddings were expensive. In that culture, the wedding celebration could last for days, and someone had to pay for all the food and drink. And then having children meant more mouths to feed, and if you were already struggling to get enough food for yourself, sexual intimacy would have been risky.

So contrary to some traditional interpretations, Paul was not advocating celibacy or elevating singleness, nor was he forbidding marriage but rather advising restraint during a season of economic instability.

And even though we cannot prove a specific famine, we know that for the lower classes of Corinth, daily bread was never guaranteed…and Paul specifically said that some who gathered around the Lord’s Table were hungry because they had no food.

David Gill, in his study of the Corinthian elite (Tyndale Bulletin 44.2), argues that socially prominent believers were present in the church and likely exercised disproportionate influence. Gerd Theissen demonstrates how patronage structures shaped early Christian communities. If elite Christians imported Roman status competition into the assembly, well then factional slogans make sense:

“I follow Paul.”

“I follow Apollos.”

“I follow Cephas.”

And add to that a triumphalist spirituality, claims of superior “wisdom,” ecstatic experiences, rhetorical eloquence, and we see a church divided both socio-economically and spiritually.

And Paul responded not with flattery, but with the cross.

This is what makes 1 Corinthians so powerful. It is theology shaped under pressure…it is theology applied under pressure.

When Paul spoke of the body of Christ in chapter 12, when he spoke of love as the greatest gift or virtue in chapter 13, when he addressed the divisions during the Lord’s Supper in chapter 11, or when he spoke about the resurrection of the body in chapter 15…he was not writing abstract doctrine…he was redirecting a community fractured by inequality, spiritual pride, and possibly economic instability. Which makes this letter very, very practical.

So in conclusion let’s return to the illustration of the overheard phone call.

At first, we hear only fragments:

“It is good for a man not to have sexual relations with a woman.” 

“The unbelieving husband is made holy because of his wife, and the unbelieving wife is made holy because of her husband.”  

“The Cup of Blessing that we bless, is it not the participation in the blood of Christ? The bread that we break, is it not a participation in the body of Christ? Because there is one bread, we who are many, are one body, for we all partake of one bread.” 

“The one who prophesies is greater than the one who speaks in tongues, unless someone interprets, so that the church may be built up.”

“…what do people mean by being baptised on behalf of the dead? If the dead are not raised at all, why are people baptised on their behalf?”

These fragments, and there are many others, if taken out of context, can lead to some pretty unhelpful conclusions.

But as we study the world of Corinth, as archaeology, inscriptions, and social history fill in the background, the other voice becomes faintly audible.

We begin to hear about hunger, about status anxiety, and spiritual pride. We hear about economic disparity, the fear of losing honour.

And then, rising above it all, we hear Paul calling them back to the cross, back to love, back to unity.

1 Corinthians is not a treatise on appropriate hairstyles, or on the gift of tongues, or about celibacy. It is about what happens when the Gospel confronts a competitive, socially and economically unequal, anxious society. It is about whether the church will mirror Corinth or embody a new creation.

So, yes, we may be listening to one side of a conversation, but if we listen carefully enough, we will hear something more.

We will hear the steady heartbeat of pastoral love calling a divided people to become what they already are: One body with one Lord who meets them at one table.

And perhaps, in a world still marked by inequality, scarcity, pride, and division, we may discover that Corinth is not nearly as far away as we imagine.


Shall we pray?

© Johannes W H van der Bijl 2026

Thursday, February 26, 2026

The Sermons to the Seven Churches: The Church of Vomit and Vanity (3)

Psalm 133              Revelation 3:14-22                John 10:22-30

The Sermons to the Seven Churches: The Church of Vomit and Vanity (3)

Picture this: three respectable Yorkshire couples, all set to celebrate their shared wedding anniversary of 25 years. The dining room is filled with the smug satisfaction of people who believe they’ve mastered the art of marriage. 

The husbands are all prominent elders of Lane End chapel, and after the celebrations in the dining room, they gather in the sitting room, replete with port and cigars, to confront the chapel organist, Gerald Forbes, whom they intend to sack, because he has been seen walking out with young women, and worse, is a southerner. Gerald however turns the tables by revealing that on holiday he met a church minister, the Rev Francis Beech, who confided that 25 years ago, as a young minister at Lane End, he conducted four marriages, three of them on the same day, under the impression that he was qualified to do so, but, he later discovered, he lacked the requisite licence for it.

In other words, their marriage services, conducted by Beech, were invalid. 

And, as luck and farce would have it, their conversation is overheard by the family maid, Mrs Northrop, and worse, a reporter and photographer from the regional paper, are on the premises, having come to report on the silver anniversary and take pictures of the three couples. The three husbands agree that Mrs Northrop must be bribed to secrecy, and the newspaper men bluffed and kept in ignorance. However, Mrs Northrop tells the story to the three wives.

Cue pandemonium. Husbands who’ve spent decades perfecting the art of benign neglect are suddenly transformed into nervous Romeos, desperately wooing their wives as if auditioning for a second chance at love, or at least a second, or in this case, a first wedding. The wives, meanwhile, are weighing their options, wondering if this is their golden ticket to trade up, while thoroughly enjoying the spectacle of their husbands’ newfound devotion. J. B. Priestly’s play, “When We Are Married”, is a comedy of errors, misunderstandings, and matrimonial mayhem.

Now, the sermon to the Laodiceans was concerned with very much the same sort of unwelcome revelation. Although the members believed themselves to be a church in good standing, Jesus revealed that they were everything but a church…the Lord himself was not in the church but standing outside knocking on their closed door. “Behold,” he said, “I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.”

In his message to this self-satisfied and self-deceived church, Jesus made it clear that he was not present with them, and his knocking at their door was a wake-up call to those who were able to discern the serious nature of his warning. 

Now, imagine yourself one of the spouses in Priestly’s play. Imagine, if you will, the emotional conflict as the realisation that all you ever believed to be true was in fact false engulfed you like a tsunami. Well, such was the revelation Jesus brought to this church. “You claim to be my bride,” he might have said, “but I am not your husband.” 

Christianity is based on a relationship. The essence of eternal life is knowing God. In John 10: 25-30 Jesus said to the unbelieving Pharisees, “The works that I do in my Father's name bear witness about me, but you do not believe because you are not among my sheep. My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all, and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father's hand. I and the Father are one.” In this passage, Jesus revealed that God was not inside the religious institutions of the day.  Indeed, he was calling his sheep to come out from among them and to follow him.

But one cannot ignore the loving concern Jesus had for this church in Laodicea. The Lord knew the truth about them and yet he still chose to discipline them because he loved them. He stood at the door and knocked because he wanted to go in and dine with them. It is important to note that the object of his knocking was an invitation to a meal. “If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.”

If you ever wanted to show someone that you dislike them, you would simply exclude them from your table. For example, the Pharisees objected to Jesus receiving and dining with those whom they considered outsiders; tax-collectors, prostitutes, and sinners. 

Peter had to defend himself before the church in Jerusalem for having shared a meal with the uncircumcised Cornelius and his family and friends. 

Sharing a meal with someone has always been an image of friendship, love, and close fellowship. And yet there was a deeper meaning to this invitation of Jesus to the church in Laodicea. In Luke 22:15, Jesus told his disciples, “I have earnestly desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer.” And then he proceeded to institute what we call Holy Communion. The Lord’s Supper was never the simple sharing of a meal because in it the Lord mysteriously shares himself with us in a way that foreshadows the sharing of ourselves with others.

“This is my body,” he said to them, “which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” “This cup that is poured out for you is the new covenant in my blood.” Now, of course, the bread and the wine are symbols of a greater reality, nevertheless the act itself reveals the intimate connection that is ours with God through Jesus. Indeed, I believe that when Jesus says, “My Blood” and “My Body” he is not talking about the bread and the wine…he is talking about us…we are his flesh and his blood on earth and the Eucharist reminds us that we are what we are because we are united in him through his sacrifice.

And yet, the mere ritual does not necessarily indicate the Lord’s presence at the Table any more than it indicates that we are living in harmony one with another. In the case of the Laodicean church, Jesus was very absent from their gatherings.

Ritual without reality can never be anything but dead. It is like a marriage without a spouse. 

But this revelation…this realisation that their relationship was null and void…was mean to lead them to an evaluation of their relationship with him, a repentance for their benign neglect in cultivating and nurturing that relationship, and a reconciliation leading to a renewed relationship with the one they had for so long taken for granted.

Those who did not heed his warning would by their non action reveal their inability to hear the voice of the Shepherd and therefore their inability to respond to him appropriately. 

The invitation to dine with him is a rich one as the Lord continued to say in verse 21: “The one who conquers, I will grant him to sit with me on my throne, as I also conquered and sat down with my Father on his throne.” Although covenantal grace is extended to all who name themselves by the name of Jesus, it is those who, by God’s sovereign choice and infinite mercy, actually persevere to the end who receive the promises reserved for the elect. It is those who overcome their lukewarmness…it is those who repent…it is those who return…it is those who are reconciled who are granted leave to be seated in heavenly places with Christ Jesus. 

It is important for us to note then that the overcoming of the believer is likened to the overcoming of Jesus. The enthronement of Jesus was a result of his overcoming the very real temptation to indulge the flesh and to seek an alternative to obedience to God’s express command. 

In the same way, the Church gains access to the throne-room of God through obedience to his revealed will. Christians can only experience true victory insofar as they remain true to that which God has shown us in his Word. Once we discard his Word…whether through intellectual abdication to the spirit of the age, or whether it is through negligence or ignorance by not reading it, studying it, and applying it…once we discard his Word, we are estranged from our Bridegroom.

As in Priestly’s play, it seems that this sermon suddenly brought home the fact that they had deluded themselves into thinking that they were in a relationship with the one they claimed to love…indeed, they were quite spouseless.

However, as they say, all’s well that ends well, and Priestly’s play ends on a positive note. Another unrelated character had previously investigated her own marriage for different reasons and had established that the weddings conducted by the minister in question were legally valid because in those days nonconformist weddings had to be certified by a registrar, and this had been duly done. Finding they were married after all, the three couples took a pledge to be more devoted to each other in the future.

In the case of the church in Laodicea, the fact that a general church council met there in the fourth century, allows us to safely assume that the door had been opened and the feast of spiritual union was resumed. 

Dearest beloved brethren, as we gather before the Table of Jesus this afternoon, let us seriously consider these words of Jesus to his Church. Are we partaking of a reality that is ours, or is Jesus actually no longer present in our lives? Do we perhaps need to “renew our marriage vows” to Jesus so that we may come in to him and eat with him, and he with us? He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the church.


Shall we pray?

© Johannes W H van der Bijl 2026.