In the world of medicine there is a term that is used of prescribed drugs, the “therapeutic level”. It means the amount of drug that must be present in the body to achieve the desired benefit. It’s a term that I came into contact with in my clinical work in psychology, especially with bi-polar clients. The medication that was commonly given for this disorder was actually quite effective; the catch was that it took a couple of weeks for the medication to reach “therapeutic levels”—enough to really help the client.
However, one of the common reported side effects of the medication was a feeling of lethargy, and so it was often difficult to persuade patients taking the medication to continue taking the medication. Sometimes they would legitimately forget, sometimes they deliberately forgot; but the response was always the same: “Oh, I didn’t take the meds, but I didn’t relapse. Maybe I’m OK now,” and they would just completely stop taking the medication.
What they discovered, however, at the end of a couple of weeks was that they were not cured. Little by little, as the medication levels declined, they became more excitable, they lost sight of appropriate behavior, they lost self-control, and finally experienced another full blown episode. As the beneficial medicine slowly fell below the therapeutic level, the old madness returned.
Have you ever thought about church attendance and a spiritual “therapeutic leveL”? No? Let me share what’s crossed my mind.
So, what does church attendance do? Some would say at the beginning “Not much.” However, as the individual is exposed to Bible preaching, Bible teaching, spiritual singing, prayer, remembrance of the Lord’s sacrifice for us, and warm godly fellowship, the cumulative effect begins to make a difference. Selfishness, pleasure-seeking, lack of control, inappropriate behavior, improper attitudes, unwholesome speech—the symptoms of worldly madness—begin to disappear. They are replaced by Christian love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, faithful, gentleness, and self-control—the fruit of the Spirit and one’s truly right mind. And the more we attend the stronger we get. How does this happen? Hebrews 10:24, 25 tells us, “and let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near.” Jesus is certainly the cure for the condemnation of sin; but the Spirit, the Bible, and the church are God’s spiritual “medication” to keep us in our spiritual “right mind, and not descend back into the spiritual madness of sinful living. But to be effective there must be a “therapeutic level”.
But then life starts getting busier. So much of the world’s activities get scheduled for Sundays, Wednesdays, and sometimes worst of all, late Saturday nights. “C’mon,” says the world (and sometimes our own treacherous hearts), “One sleep-in Sunday won’t send you to Hell.” So, you do; and you notice that the earth didn’t open up and swallow you. So, then a friend teases you about going to church and says, “C’mon, one Sunday morning golf game isn’t gonna hurt ya any. You’re one of the strongest Christian guys I know.” And you believe it, and play golf on Sunday morning. And you notice that, lo and behold, you didn’t rush right out and get drunk or start swearing—well, maybe one swear word, when you shanked the ball into the woods; but you don’t think your friend noticed.
And so it goes. Never feeling radically different from week to week. So, we begin thinking, “Maybe I don’t really need to go to church to be a Christian, to remain spiritually strong.” Little by little, degree by degree we begin to believe that we don’t need it. We wander away never noticing the subtle changes in our life. The influence of the Spirit through the church falls below the spiritual “therapeutic level”. Slowly, imperceptibly, we become more worldly, more callous to sinful influences and sinful deeds, more defensive toward those that urge us to come back to church, and more sensitive to “judgment”. In time, we don’t read the Bible anymore, we don’t pray (unless in dire straits), we let the world dictate right and wrong. We fall back into spiritual insanity and the lostness of the world.
The world mocks church attendance as just plain unnecessary at best and a waste of time at worst. What do you think?
The Hidden Treasure (Matthew 13:44)
Hidden treasures were not uncommon in Israel. Palestine was / is the land bridge between many of the aggressive nations of the north and east to Egypt. Egypt was always considered a plum target, because of its power and wealth. And so to get from the empires of north or east to Egypt, it was necessary to go through Palestine, Israel, Canaan. And because armies march on their stomachs and tended to mop up whatever they could, it was common enough for inhabitants to feel the necessity of hiding their money and valuables in the ground. This was a good strategy, if you lived to return to the family treasure, but some did not and it left an open question about what was to be done with discovered hidden treasures. The assumption was that since families handed down land from generation to generation that whoever owned the land was the most likely to be the legitimate heir of the treasure. It was not “finders keepers”; you had to own the land upon which you found the treasure. This was the law and the practice in ancient Judea. And in this law and practice, Jesus found a great illustration contained in a single verse. For the sake of explaining things to a modern audience a little more clearly, let me provide an expanded version.
One day a day laborer, a plowman, hires himself out to a wealthy landowner, who has just purchased an old farm. The landowner wants the laborer to prepare this piece of land that has lain fallow for some time, for a new crop of wheat. The laborer takes his plow, an ox, and a few other tools to a field filled with grass, thistles, and a few clumps of scrub brush from years of neglect. After he has plowed several rows across the field, his plow strikes a something hard. Thinking that he probably struck a hidden boulder or tree stump in this old neglected field, he pulls aside his plow and ox and begins digging to remove the obstruction, if possible. To his surprise he finds that it is neither a boulder or a tree stump, but a box. He pulls the box out of the ground and opens it to discover a hoard of gold and silver coins, jewelry, and jewels. His jaw drops in amazement. It is a virtual king’s ransom, more money than he has ever seen in his life. After an initial whoop of joy, the plowman suddenly weighs what he should do. He knows the law regulating such discoveries; he must own the land in order to legitimately claim the treasure.
“What shall I do?” he wonders; “In order to buy this land I will have to sell absolutely everything that I own — my plow, my oxen, the sheep and goats we keep for milk and wool, my tools, my cart, the furniture in my house, my house, my savings, and the tiny bit of inheritance that my father left to me. I think that all of it together might just be enough to buy this land from the landowner.” A smile spreads over his face as he carefully closes the box, looks all around him to make sure nobody else sees what he found, and returns the box to the hole and carefully covers the hole. He unhitches the ox from the plow, puts the plow on his cart, hitches the ox up to the cart and for joy hurries the ox back to his house. When he arrives he starts filling the cart with all his possessions and animals. His wife thinks he’s crazy, but he knows better. Then he is off to town, whistling a happy tune all the way, where he starts selling all his possessions — still with a smile that he just can’t seem to wipe off his face, because it comes from a joyful heart. Friends and neighbors buy his things, shaking their heads — he must be crazy!
Now, with a bag full of money he approaches the landowner and makes his proposal to buy the field. The landowner is shrewd and sure enough it takes every copper coin in his purse to make the purchase, but still he is grinning from ear to ear. He runs home with the deed in his hand to his wife, who is now beside herself with worry and anxiety about why her husband has just sold everything they own — what will become of them now? He shows her the deed for the field, but she is not comforted. “What good will this field be to us? How will we plow it now that you’ve sold the plow and the oxen?” she very sensibly asks. “Follow me,” he responds with a grin.
He takes her to the field, finds the end of his last furrow and begins to pull away the dirt, which reveals the box. He pulls it up and opens it for her to see. Now she understands! Selling everything they had was really a very small investment for such a once-in-a-lifetime return — treasure that would make it possible for them to never be in want for anything again! A smile now spreads across her face, too, which erupts into joyous laughter and celebration. Today they may not have anything, but tomorrow they can have anything they want!
Jesus’ point is that discovering the kingdom of God is very much the same. When we discover the kingdom of God, and if we recognize its true value is, then even the price of “all that we have” will be considered a cheap investment for such a treasure. Would the yielding of my money, if needed, really be too much? Would the losing of family be too great a price for Heaven? As I am called on to serve others, would I really be sacrificing too much? If I am called upon to share the Gospel, would the Lord really be asking too much of me? As I fall out of bed on Sunday morning and give worship to the Lord with the church, is it really a such a dire sacrifice, a cost beyond the pale? As I am called upon to die to myself and live to Christ, am I really being foolish? If I am called upon to give up my earthly life as a martyr, has the price really been too great to gain eternal life? In a word, never! Paul put it this way…
Phil. 3:7-11 — “But whatever things were gain to me, those things I have counted as loss for the sake of Christ. More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ, and may be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own derived from the Law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which comes from God on the basis of faith, that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death; in order that I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.”
What is the value of forgiveness of sins? The confident hope of eternal life? The value of my soul? As Jesus put it, “For what is a man profited if he gains the whole world, and loses or forfeits himself?” (Luke 9:25).
This parable challenges us to weigh priorities and values. We are immersed in a material world and tend to place great value on things of this world. But given that this life is temporary, that even valuable things will rust, and decay, and that even the mountains will one day melt in the presence of the Lord’s absolutely certain second coming — are you putting the right emphasis on spiritual things, on the kingdom, in your life?
Is the kingdom of value to you? You can tell by the smile on your face and the joy in your heart — or lack thereof.