”There were days when the Church could club men into obedience by preaching Hell to them, but that day has long passed. The world has outgrown it.” (John G. Lake)
THE MOVIE
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Scared Yet?
On December 28, 1895, the first ever motion picture, The Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat, saw it’s first public exhibition. The simple film consists of less than a minute of footage of a train arriving at a station, followed by footage of people exiting the same train. Really, there’s nothing very dynamic, eye catching or stunning about it. In fact, today’s media soaked, iPad generation may find themselves dozing off by the end of it’s mere fifty seconds. Though I’ve seen it several times, it gave me neither chills nor thrills.
According to the story, however, the film’s first screening was anything but a yawn fest. As legend tells it, the film’s first audience fled from the scene, screaming and fearing that they were about to experience that rare phenomenon, known in the scientific community as “death by train”. The truth is, they had nothing to fear, but their ignorance concerning motion picture’s led to panic. Due to the prominence and normalcy of movies and television, such a film would barely even elicit straight faced boredom if shown in a theater today. It’s amazing the effect that the passage of time can have on our reaction to certain things.
THE MESSAGE

Scared Yet?
Over the years I’ve read hundreds of books on historic revivals, and I have always been struck by how audiences were so gripped by the sound of hell fire and brimstone. Men would lose their dignity and be down on all fours, groveling like animals in the dust. The normally prim and proper women would turn into tearful messes, lying prostrate on the floor, seeking forgiveness and peace with God. Children would shriek and scream in unison together, believing themselves to be tiptoeing on the edge of a sulfuric, Christ-less eternity.
One cannot speak of such scenes without thinking of Johnathan Edwards’ famous sermon, Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God. It is said that during this now famous sermon, men literally grasped the pillars in the church, fearing that the earth would open up and that they would swallowed alive into hell. The usual shrieks and screams filled the room as mass hysteria and all ‘hell’ broke loose in the minds of Edwards’ listeners. He painted terrifying images of sinners being weighed down by sin and, under such weight, always tending and being pulled towards hell. The message highlighted the lack of surety and security that unbelievers have, because, as Edwards puts it, “There is nothing that keeps wicked men at any one moment out of hell, but the mere pleasure of God.“ And he adds this little chestnut, ”And that of an angry God.”
As you can imagine, the impressionable, religiously inclined audience’s imaginations were aflame with gut wrenching images, and breathtaking anxiety! Even the most righteous among them were not safe from the terrible wrath of this angry God! Yes friends, it certainly appeared as though that train were about to pop out of the screen, and mow them down beneath it’s heavy wheels! (Insert shrieks and screams here.)
I had often wondered, as a younger man, why such displays never followed my preaching. To be perfectly honest, in my early days as a preacher, I delivered messages that made Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God look like that syrupy sweet, piano laced moment at the end of an episode of Full House. I mean, I made Edwards’ hell sound like Chuckie Cheese’s–still rather terrifying, but minus the brimstone. Seriously. Yet with all of my eloquent descriptions of eternal torment, I never saw the results that Edwards saw.
And then one day it struck me, maybe the results that Edwards and historic revivalists saw, weren’t the work of the Holy Spirit! Now, I know that’s borderline blasphemy, but just hear me out. Maybe instead of being “conviction”, it was actually just the result of a horrifically graphic message being delivered to an audience who’s minds and imaginations were very sensitive to word pictures and scary imagery! Perhaps the reason such sermons don’t bear the same fruit today, is because the message being delivered isn’t really the Gospel! After all, you will never–not once in the whole of scripture–find either Christ, or His apostle’s, going into graphic and gruesome detail on the horrors of hell. You’ll never find them dressing up in Halloween costumes, putting on graphic and disturbing displays about the horrors of a Christ-less after life and following it up with an altar call. Sure, you’ll see Christ talk about hell, but it’s never for the purpose of winning over the hurting and the broken. Contextually, He’s almost always directing His words at men who fancy themselves as being other men’s judges. Christ had harsh words for those who lusted after His job as judge. However, to the lost, to the broken and to the hurting, to the prostitute, to the scam artist and to the drunk, Christ had nothing but words of love, comfort and acceptance.
Nowadays, Edwards sermon is read and taught as part of American history. It’s considered to be one of the most famous sermons preached. Even the most liberal High Schools contain this message in their history books. Now, remember, this disturbing sermon, read by Edwards in a dead pan, monotone voice, had his hearers screaming and holding on to their pews for dear life. Yet, when is the last time that you’ve heard of a classroom erupting into salvific chaos, as student after student took turns reading Edwards words aloud?
Yeah, me neither.
Could the reason be because it’s not the Gospel, and therefore not a universal, any-era-will-do, message?
Yep, I think so.
John G. Lake put it this way, ”There were days when the Church could club men into obedience by preaching Hell to them, but that day has long passed. The world has outgrown it.”
You see, the black and white film The Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat, would no longer send men and women screaming in panic from a theater, simply because they’ve outgrown it. It no longer strikes a chord of terror in their hearts, simply because they know that the image is a mere projection of light on a screen. In the same way, today’s generation no longer wails and weeps at the sound of hell fire and brimstone, simply because most of them see it for what it is - a mere projection of fear and anxiety from a preacher’s heart. Oh, I’m sure a few impressionable souls would squirm in their seats, but unless one has been raised in a religious atmosphere, such preaching no longer packs the punch it once did. However, the real Gospel of Jesus Christ has no expiration date! It cannot be “outgrown” or moved past. The Gospel is a love story, not a ghost story. What scares one generation might not scare another, but love is universal and undated!
Unbound by time, culture, fashion or innovation, the real Gospel works the same in any era. It’s always relevant. We may present it and illustrate it differently, based on the era in which we live, but the story stays the same. It’s the message of a God who, in His extravagant love for humanity, saved them from the menace of death, destruction and the devil. It’s a tale of romance and redemption; the story of a Father’s love and sacrifice. Such themes transcend time, and have the power to melt a 21st century heart as much as they would have a 2nd century heart.
What’s my point? My point is simple–and yes, even offensively simple: We are not called to preach hell, we are called to preach the Good News of Jesus Christ! We’re not called to give men bad news, we’re called to give them Good News! Many argue that the Good News doesn’t look good until it is seen in the light of the bad news. To this argument I simply say, I’ve got some good news for you, and I’ve got some bad news for you…ready…here it comes - wrong! (And yes, that’s both the good and the bad news in one.) The Good News is good even without a knowledge of the bad. Men know how miserable and lost they are, they don’t need their faces rubbed in it. Preach Christ and Him crucified, risen and ascended. Tell men of a love that sought and continues to seek them. Tell men of the fire of God’s passion for them, not the fire of His contempt towards them.
Friends, at the end of the day, if our message, like the film described in the opening paragraph, can lose it’s punch with the passage of time, we must rethink whether or not our message truly is the Gospel! If it’s efficacy is short lived, and native only to certain slots in time, chances are we’ve lost something along the way. The Gospel is steadfast, relevant at all times and to all people. If we must continuously “up the ante”, in order to scare people into obedience, we’ve missed it. This Gospel we’ve been given is the message of reconciliation; the message of a passionate Father who has sought out His wayward sons and daughters, bringing them into His embrace at great cost to Himself. Let us never lose the simplicity and the beauty of our message. Hell isn’t the message, Christ is. And He’s always simple and He’s always beautiful.
It’s a strange phenomenon, but so long as a preacher regularly emphasizes the importance of ‘repentance’ and our urgent need to ‘turn from sin’, modern evangelicals will swallow most everything else that he says. It matters not if said individual rarely, if ever, brings up the name of Jesus or the all encompassing power of His finished work, as long as he harps on sin and societal ills, he’s taken in and his message accepted.
Growing up in Church, taking communion was a pretty frightening and unnerving ritual. ”What’s so ‘unnerving’ about washing down a sticky, newspaper tasting wafer with a shot of Welch’s grape juice?”, you may ask. Well it wasn’t the experience itself, although for a kid, the enjoyment factor did hinge a lot on who was supplying the wafers that week. There’s those little, rectangular cracker-esque ones which weren’t so bad. Then you’d always have a few months of having to swallow down their more circular cousin, what I call the protestant Eucharist. You know the ones I’m talking about? The little mini circles with the cross stamped in the middle? The one’s that have the consistency of paper mache? Yep, those ones. For a kid, that little hit of Welch’s was a welcomed sensation in the mouth after having to force one of those fellows down the hatch.
