Both the Bible and history bear witness to the fact that it’s not so much big churches or big ministries that make the biggest impact in our world; it’s big Christians. By big Christian I’m not meaning the Christian whose physical stature resembles Hulk Hogan. I’m meaning the Christian whose spiritual stature resembles Polycarp, the bishop of Smyrna in the second century A.D.
Around A.D. 161, the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius ordered the persecution of all Christians. The story of how Polycarp handled his persecution is, for me, one of the greatest examples of big Christianity this world has ever known. John Foxe in his famous book Foxe’s Christian Martyrs of the World, tells the story best:
Hearing his captors had arrived one evening, Polycarp left his bed to welcome them, ordered a meal prepared for them, and then asked for an hour alone to pray. The soldiers were so impressed by Polycarp’s advanced age and composure that they began to wonder why they had been sent to take him, but as soon as he had finished his prayers, they put him on a donkey and brought him to the city.
Brought before the tribunal and the crowd, Polycarp refused to deny Christ, although the proconsul begged him to ‘consider yourself and have pity on your great age. Reproach Christ and I will release you.’
Polycarp replied, ‘Eighty-six years I have served Him, and He has never once wronged me. How can I blaspheme my King, who saved me?’
Threatened with wild beasts and fire, Polycarp stood his ground. ‘What are you waiting for? Do whatever you please.’ The crowd demanded Polycarp’s death, gathering wood for the fire and preparing to tie him to the stake. ‘Leave me,’ he said. ‘He who will give me strength to sustain the fire will help me not to flinch from the pile.’ So they bound him but didn’t nail him to the stake.
As soon as Polycarp finished his prayer, the fire was lit, but it leaped up around him, leaving him unburned, until the people convinced a soldier to plunge a sword into him. When he did, so much blood gushed out that the fire was extinguished. The soldiers then placed his body into a fire and burned it to ashes, which some Christians later gathered up and buried properly.
Every time I read that account, my eyes well up with tears. Every time I read “Eighty-six years I have served Him, and He has never once wronged me. How can I blaspheme my King, who saved me?” I’m reminded of what a big Christian is.
How many of us would have the spiritual strength to face an unjust death sentence the way Polycarp did? How many of us would have quickly renounced allegiance to our God to save our own skin? Seriously. As I survey the spiritual stature of many professing Christians in our day, including me, I really wonder: Are there any Polycarp’s today? Where are all the big Christians? Are there many Christians left who are willing to die (physically or socially) for what they believe? I know there are.
I just read this story today that came out of the Shaanxi Province in China:
Officers stripped three men naked from the waist and forced their women to stand with them. The three men were beaten until they were totally covered with blood and had gaping wounds and injuries all over their bodies. As if such violent beating wasn’t enough, the officers then hung them up naked and began to hit them with rods on their backs. They did this until the three men were unconscious and barely breathing. The victims were Christians. Their crime was communicating the Gospel to foreigners.
I read stories like this all the time so I know that God has built big Christians who are out there making a big difference. My question is what about you? What about me?
My suspicion is that if all Christians were similar in spiritual stature to Polycarp or these three Chinese men, the Christian witness in this world would be much greater than it is. Remember, it only took twelve men full of the Holy Spirit to literally turn the world upside down.
Bottom line: I want to be a big Christian. I want to be like Polycarp. I don’t want to be “a mile wide and an inch deep” spiritually. Polycarp was a God-drenched man. I want to be a God-drenched man. Every part of Polycarp’s being was devoted to God. Nothing else could explain his God-centered perspective during the most trying time of his life. His relationship with God was the real deal. It wasn’t a facade. It wasn’t a game. To him, knowing God was no joke. He was a God-intoxicated man who lived his life Coram Deo (before the face of God) and was therefore unafraid of anything this world could do to him. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to play around with my life. I want my life to count for something.
In this article, T.M. Moore challenges people to count the cost of following Jesus. He says, “Jesus wasn’t looking for crowds. He was looking for disciples. And to get disciples, He explained that any who wished to follow Him would need to count the cost.”
Read the rest of the article and ask God to make you bigger!