“NOT LONG AGO A MAN I HAD NEVER MET BEFORE walked into my office and said, “I need help. I feel strange coming to you, because I’m not even a Christian. I’m Jewish. Until a few weeks ago I had never even been in a church. But I need help from someone, so I decided to talk to you.”
I assured him I would do my best to help him. I asked him to sit down and explain what was troubling him.
The conversation went something like this: “I’ve been divorced twice,” he said, “and now I’m living with a woman who is my lover. I don’t even like her, but I haven’t got the courage to leave her and go back to my second wife. “I’m a medical doctor,” he continued. “Worse, I’m an abortionist. I kill babies for a living. Last year in my clinic we did nine million dollars’ worth of abortions. I don’t do only therapeutic abortions; I do abortions for any reason. And if a woman doesn’t have a reason, I give her a reason.”
“Six weeks ago I came to Grace Community Church on a Sunday morning, and I’ve been coming every week since. Last week you preached a message called, ‘Delivered to Satan.’ If there was ever anyone on earth who was delivered to Satan, it’s me. I know I’m doomed to hell because of what I’ve done. I’m absolutely miserable and unhappy. I’m continually seeing a psycho-analyst and I’m not getting any help at all. I can’t stand the guilt of all this. I don’t know what to do about it. Can you help me?”
I said to him, “No. I can’t help you.”
He looked at me, startled. Sheer desperation was evident in his face. I let it sink in. Then I said, “But I know Someone who can help you: Jesus Christ.”
He said sadly, “But I don’t know who He is. I’ve been taught all my life not to believe in Him.”
I said, “Would you like to know who Jesus Christ is?”
He said, “I would if He can help me.”
“Here’s what I want you to do.” I reached over and took a Bible off my desk and opened it to the Gospel of John. I said, “I want you to take this book home and read this part called the Gospel of John. I want you to keep reading until you know who Jesus Christ is. Then call me again.”
Later that week I was recounting the incident for the pastor of another church. He said, “Is that all you gave him? Just the Gospel of John? Why didn’t you give him some helps, some tapes, some questions to answer—something? Just the Bible?”
I said, “Don’t worry. The Bible is like a lion. You don’t need to defend it. Just open the door and let it out. It’ll take care of itself. If his heart is open at all, the Bible can do more to reach him than I could do with reams of other study material. What could I possibly give him that’s more powerful than Scripture itself?”
The next Friday I received a telephone call. The doctor wanted to see me again. We made an appointment.
He showed up precisely on time, came into the office, walked past me as if I weren’t there, sat on the couch, dropped the Bible beside him, and said, “I know who He is.”
I said, “You do?”
He said, “Yes, I do.”
“Who is He?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you one thing—He’s not just a man.”
I said, “Really? Who is He?”
“He’s God!” he said with finality.
“You, a Jew, are telling me that Jesus Christ is God?” I asked. “How do you know that?”
He said, “It’s clear. It’s right there in the Gospel of John.”
“What convinced you?” I asked.
“Look at the words He said, and look at the things He did! No one could say and do those things unless He was God.” He was echoing the apostle John’s thesis perfectly.
I nodded enthusiastically. He was on a roll.
“Do you know what else He did? He rose from the dead! They buried Him, and three days later, He came back from the dead! That proves He is God, doesn’t it? God Himself came into this world!”
I asked him, “Do you know why He came?”
“Yes. He came to die for my sin.”
“How do you know that?” I asked.
“Because I liked John so well I read Romans. And as soon as I clean up my life I’m going to become a Christian.” I said,
“That’s the wrong approach. Receive Him as your Lord and Savior now, and let Him clean up your life.” Then I asked the man, “What would such a decision mean in your career?”
“Well,” he said, “I spent this afternoon writing my resignation letter to the abortion clinic. When I get out of here I’m going to call my second wife and bring her to church with me.”
And he did.
(An excerpt from OUR SUFFICIENCY IN CHRIST by John MacArthur)