Why Pray?

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Working on a message for camp(s) this summer…subject: Prayer.

Reminds me of a conclusion long ago reached: Prayer maketh no sense.

I believe God is sovereign. He will fulfill His purpose for me. He will accomplish His purposes.

So why pray?

Logically I say “no reason to pray.”

But with my heart I confess I pray for two reasons:

  1. We are commanded to pray
  2. Jesus prayed

Don’t Body-Count!


For too many, “successful” evangelism/witnessing/rescuing occurs when someone makes the decision to follow Jesus…and another notch gets cut into our “get-’em-saved” six-shooter…

But the following reminds us that “salvation is of the Lord,” and that “no one comes to the Son except the Father draws him”:

“What is success in evangelism? Is it when the person you witness to comes to Christ?

“Certainly that’s what we want to happen. But if this is success, are we failures whenever we share the gospel and people refuse to believe?

“Was Jesus an “evangelistic failure” when people like the rich young ruler turned away from Him and His message? Obviously not. Then neither are we when we present Christ and His message and they turn away in unbelief.

“We need to learn that sharing the gospel is successful evangelism. We ought to have an obsession for souls, and tearfully plead with God to see more people converted, but conversions are fruit that God alone can give.

“In this regard we are like the postal service. Success is measured by the careful and accurate delivery of the message, not by the response of the recipient. Whenever we share the gospel (which includes the summons to repent and believe), we have
succeeded. In the truest sense, all biblical evangelism is successful evangelism, regardless of the results.”

Donald Whitney

First Draft of the Preface

If you had no clue about my book writing venture, READ THIS FIRST

 

PREFACE

I am not a “trophy of God’s grace.”

I do not have an “exciting” testimony.

Well, actually, I am and I do!

But so do you if you are a follower of Jesus!

For over four decades I was constantly told I should write a book.

I resisted for the first twenty or so years because I knew in order to be publish I’d have to write 20 chapters of my pre-salvation life and a chapter at most about conversion and growth.

When self-publishing came, I still avoided writing because of the time factor.

Until the proverbial straw broke my back of resistance (more on that later).

So you are about to embark on a look back…not for the glorification of sin, not for the entertainment of sin (because, after all, sin is fun); but – prayerfully – for example, for encouragement, for edification.

But if you picked this up hoping for sordid details of my experiences in crime, Vietnam, drugs etc you will be disappointed. Those things don’t exist anymore, and I need to be careful not to rehearse and rehash that, ah, stuff.

I’ll tell the truth about my 26 years as a child of the devil (if that phrasing offends you, it comes from Jesus); but the ride will be brief.

We’ll slow down tremendously as I share how the Lord Jesus captured my heart without human help.

You will learn a bit about my first years in Christ as a guest of the state of Oregon. You’ll meet a lost-as-an-easter-egg chaplain, and a black inmate who put his hand around my shoulder and discipled me…though neither of us would have used that word.

You’ll meet a couple who read a story in a newspaper which led them to write to a man known as 36403…and I’ll explain why that gesture revolutionized my life.

Stick with the book and read of some amazing “coincidences” that directed me to a now non-existent Bible school shortly after parole.

Then we’ll speed up and observe the reality that God “opens doors that no man can shut, and shuts doors that no man can open.”

How did I get to do hundreds of school assemblies? Host a radio call-in show..Me? How many others have spent – when you add up the weeks – over four years bragging on Jesus in the context of summer camps?

In all this you’ll meet my bride and our four children – two the old-fashioned way and two adopted. You may hear the echo of laughter as well as the residue of tears. An unwelcome guest – seasonal depression – shows up.

We’ll slow again as we take a curve into observations – positive and negative – garnered over four-plus-decades of what is called “vocational ministry.” What’s it like to preach in hundreds of churches? To interim-pastor four churches and to help birth another?

Once I made the decision to try this, my prayer has been and continues to be that when you are done with the book you don’t think, “Wow, this dude had a crazy life” or “God sure gave Jack a bunch of ways to minister” or somesuch.

My prayer is that throughout the reading, at the end, and in the days, weeks, months and years following you will think “Wow…God and God alone is awesome!”

The “Outline”

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May 16, 2019

CAPTURED BY GRACE (outline – very tentative) (disregard rather whacky formatting; hey, it was 2am!)

  1. Introduction
  2. Chapter 1 – Hatched – birth and the early years
  • Chapter 2 – Dysfunctional before it was trendy
  1. Chapter 3 – School
  2. Chapter 4 – Early Crime
  3. Chapter 5 – Military (Korea 2 years, Germany 2 months, Vietnam 11 months)
  • Chapter 6 – Coming Home
  • Chapter 7 – Crimes and stupidity
  1. Chapter 8 – Payday – arrested to be set free (conversion testimony)
  2. Chapter 9 – Doing Time without Time Doing Me
  3. Chapter 10 – Parole and Coming Home – Act 2
  • Chapter 11 – “Minister of Sanitation” – and God’s call to vocational ministry
  • Chapter 12 – Bible School
  • Chapter 13 – WHAT? I gotta raise support? I’ve been robbing people all my life; now you want me to what?
  1. Chapter 14 – Ministry – the early years
  • Chapter 15 – Jane
  • Chapter 16 – “He opens doors that no man can shut”
  • Chapter 17 – The Book of First Jack (isms that I’ve coined over the years)
  • Chapter 18 – The Good Stuff of Ministry
  1. Chapter 19 – The Bad Stuff of Ministry
  • Chapter 20 – If I had it to do all over again
  • Chapter 21 – And, in conclusion

Welcome to “Rough Draft Central”

A couple weeks ago I published a post indicating I was (finally) going to start working on a book.

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I’ve been thinking how that is going to happen; and have arrived at a conclusion.

I will make entries here. Thus I’ll have a central location, automatically saved, and open to editing ideas and other input from people like you.

The entries will not be chronological; and may often be “stand-alone” in that a particular post may be a “chapter” in the some-day-completed book.’

You’ll note the title of this blog is “youknowjack.blog”

If you stay tuned, you will certainly no more about Jack and what I believe about a variety of subjects, as well as what I have observed and learned in over forty years of vocational ministry.

So, again, welcome to “rough draft central.”

Felony Voting

Lots of talk about the “rights” of convicted felons.

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The focus is on the “rights” of ex cons to vote.

As an ex-con (we are really supposed to call ourselves “ex-offenders” because being an ex-con might hurt our feelings and we’d need a safe zone…but to be an ex-offender to me sounds like someone who suddenly discovered deodorant) I won’t argue the point; but I can provide some personal insight.

I was a guest of the state of Oregon in the ’70s.

Not only can I vote now as an ex-con; I was able to vote while I was incarcerated. In fact a registrar roamed the cell blocks trying to register us to vote.

Is that right? I don’t know.

But it’s true.

 

Two Jacks…

Nope, we’re not talking poker…

We are talking two Jacks…as in a pair of Jack Hagers.

water balloon injuryAs most of you should know, for several years I have been coping with what has been diagnosed as “seasonal depression.” Jane says she noticed a bit of a change not long after my eye injury (which happened on July 8, 2009 [I easily remember this: 7.8.9]}; I recognized something was goofy perhaps five years ago (which is about the same time our daughter did a 180…a path on which she sadly continues).

Somewhere in late October, virtually overnight, I would slip into what I can only call a “fog.” My normal energy level would crash, focusing on tasks became difficult, I was perpetually sluggish, noncommunicative. Then, in April; again – overnight – I’d pop back into “normal” Jack.

Five years ago I did go to VA doc. Physical revealed all was well, suggested I talk to a psychiatrist; who said she “thought” it was seasonal depression.

Certainly it is seasonal…and I guess it is depression. Never wanted to eat a bullet, just felt like I was in a perpetual fog…no other descriptive words come to mind.

I was prescribed a mild medication…and lately I’ve boosted it with a non-prescription supplement that was recommended by a friend.me and emds

Last year I made my slide the night day light savings time ended. So part of me wonders if it is a head trip of some kind other than depression? Then, in mid-April…BANG…went to bed in a fog and woke up and instantly knew it was gone…

Whacky, huh? And so minor compared to what so many go through…

But, it is like puppy love…puppy love is real to the puppies.

And this fog stuff stinketh.

Thankfully the fog gets a bit thinner each year…this verified by Jane. So I pray that it evaporates completely. And I’d sure like you to pray with me in that regard.

I’d be glad to listen to any suggestions you have…other than “just declare victory, Jack.” I’d even dab a drop of oil on if so recommended!

In all of this I know God is totally in control. Nothing comes in my life…or yours…that doesn’t cross His desk first.

Yeah…I am convinced…and increasingly convinced…that God is absolutely sovereign in the affairs of man…but in no way does that imply that I “get it.”

And that is cool.

Because the message of the Bible is really pretty simple:

God is God.

I’m not.