Next Door Savior: Near Enough to Touch, Strong Enough to Trust (Hardback)

Max Lucado
Husband, Father, Pastor, Author & Neighbor

People meet Max Lucado and rarely call him "Mr. Lucado." He's always just "Max." His readers feel like they have a friend in Max, a confidant, a companion on the journey of life. Read his books and you think you really know him. He could be the guy sitting next to you at the baseball game, the person you swap stories with at the grocery store, your next-door neighbor.

Max says his writing reflects who he is, an ordinary man pursuing an extraordinary God. "I like to encourage, and also, I'm not very deep," admits Lucado. "I take things at face value, so I think I kind of connect with the Everyman out there."

His books talk of weighty matters — grace, forgiveness, love and honesty — but with a light hand. "A lot of people say, ‘You do a good job of bringing the cookies down to the lower shelf,'" he says. "I tell them, ‘No, I'm just short of stature myself.'" With every book he writes, Max remembers his own struggle to know God.

Max grew up in dusty West Texas, the fourth child of an oil field worker and a nurse. His childhood was filled with family, sports and a pious church life. "I became a Christian at 10, but went through a phase starting at about the age of 14 to about 18 where I just sowed more than my share of wild oats," Lucado recalls. "And at the age of 18, I was to the point where I could drink a six pack of beer and not feel it."

He remembers coming home drunk one night as a sophomore in high school and vomiting in the bathroom. "The next morning, I remember being so disappointed in myself that I had disappointed my dad. It had really touched me deeply that I had saddened my father because he was a good dad." As Max started learning more about God and His grace, he remembered his father's forgiveness that day. He knew this was the first step to knowing and understanding God.

Max enrolled at Abilene Christian University (ACU) because he thought he'd be around good people and his parents said they would help pay his way. During his sophomore year at ACU, Max attended a required Bible classes — and became convinced that Jesus was more than a good man. "I knew it was more than just religion, but a personal relationship."

After graduation, he spent two years at a small church in Miami, preparing to go into full-time mission work in Brazil. And there he found the great loves of his life — his wife Denalyn, his joy in preaching and his love of writing. "I never set out to be a writer — or a preacher," says Lucado. "I don't have any aspirations to be seen as a great author or pulpiteer. I really was interested in coaching football." And he humbly adds in reference to name he's made for himself: "If it all ended tomorrow, that would be fine with me."

In Florida, Max thoroughly enjoyed preparing for and preaching to his small congregation. Yet it was his weekly columns printed in the church bulletin that exposed his passion for writing. "I can remember I would write and rewrite and rewrite and I just loved it," he says. "I think that's one way you know a spiritual gift, is when you get lost doing it." He strung the columns together into a book and submitted the manuscript to 15 publishers. 14 publishers turned him down. The 15th said yes, and On the Anvil was publishing in 1985 by Tyndale House Publishers. As of 2003, Max has written more than 50 books with 28 million copies in print. "I don't know why people buy my books," he says. "I'm thankful they do. I think I would still write even if they didn't. I love to work with words."

After working at the church in Miami, Max and Denalyn moved to Brazil and were convinced they were to be life-long missionaries. Then in 1988, Max's father made a plea for the Lucados to return to the states. "His request, literally a death-bed request, was for me to come back and be closer to my mother, and we wanted to honor that. Otherwise we would still be in Brazil." Max, Denalyn and their three daughters made their way to San Antonio to minister at Oak Hills Church of Christ, a place where Max hopes to stay. "I'm a minister first, and a writer second," he says.

Max, whether writing a book or visiting with a neighbor, loves to turn the topic to an idea that still amazes him — God forgave and still forgives him. Lucado's books reflect his wonder at the wideness of God's mercy and encourage readers to consider how this reality impacts their own lives. In his latest book, Next Door Savior (W Publishing Group, September 2, 2003) Max wants readers to consider Jesus' humanity and empathy for us all. Max — remembering his own struggle to know Jesus as God — uses this book to help readers see Jesus as both man and miracle maker. As our Next Door Savior, Jesus is the only perfect Everyman, a God-man who is near enough to touch and strong enough to trust.

Max knows each book has a mission of its own, a life to touch, a heart to change. "Books go where I could never go. Even when I'm tired, upset and don't feel like ministering to anybody, I know that somewhere, one of those books is helping somebody," says Lucado. But he fully realizes God is using him as a tiny part of his bigger miracle. "God in his kindness said, ‘I think I could use a writer. I think I'll use Lucado.'"

Our Next Door Savior

Now when Jesus came into the district of Caesarea Philippi, He was asking His disciples, "Who do people say that the Son of Man is?" And they said, "Some say John the Baptist; and others, Elijah; but still others, Jeremiah, or one of the prophets." He said to them, "But who do you say that I am?" Simon Peter answered, "You are the Christ, the Son of the living God."

Matthew 16:13-16

The words hang in the air like a just-rung bell. "Who do you say that I am?" Silence settles on the horseshoe of followers. Nathanael clears his throat. Andrew ducks his eyes. John chews on a fingernail. Judas splits a blade of grass. He won't speak up. Never does. Peter will. Always does.

But he pauses first. Jesus' question is not new to him.

The previous thousand times, however, Peter had kept the question to himself.

That day in Nain? He'd asked it. Most people stand quietly as funeral processions pass. Mouths closed. Hands folded. Reverently silent. Not Jesus. He approached the mother of the dead boy and whispered something in her ear that made her turn and look at her son. She started to object but didn't. Signaling to the pallbearers, she instructed, "Wait."

Jesus walked toward the boy. Eye level with the corpse, he spoke. Not over it, as a prayer, but to it, as a command. "Young man, I say to you, arise!" (Luke 7:14).

With the tone of a teacher telling students to sit or the authority of a mom telling kids to get out of the rain, Jesus commanded the dead boy not to be dead. And the boy obeyed. Cold skin warmed. Stiff limbs moved. White cheeks flushed. The men lowered the coffin, and the boy jumped up and into his mother's arms. Jesus "gave him back to his mother" (Luke 7:15).

An hour later Jesus and the guys were eating the evening meal. He laughed at a joke and asked for seconds on bread, and the irony of it all jolted Peter. Who are you? he wondered so softly that no one but God could hear. You just awakened the dead! Should you not be encased in light or encircled by angels or enthroned higher than a thousand Caesars? Yet, look at you-wearing clothes I would wear and laughing at jokes I tell and eating the food we all eat. Is this what death defeaters do? Just who are you?

And then there was the storm. The tie-yourself-to-the-mast-and-kiss-your-boat-good-bye storm. Ten-foot waves yanked the disciples first forward and then backward, leaving the boat ankle-deep in water. Matthew's face blanched to the shade of spaetzle. Thomas death-gripped the stern. Peter suggested that they pray the Lord's Prayer. Better still, that the Lord lead them in the Lord's Prayer. That's when he heard the Lord.

Snoring.

Jesus was asleep. Back against the bow. Head drooped forward. Chin flopping on sternum as the hull bounced on waves. "Jesus!" Peter shouted.

The carpenter woke up, looked up. He wiped the rain from his eyes, puffed both cheeks with a sigh, and stood. He raised first his hand, then his voice, and as fast as you could say "glassy," the water became just that. Jesus smiled and sat, and Peter stared and wondered, "Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!" (Mark 4:41 NCV).

This time Jesus is the one posing the question: "Who do you say that I am?" (Matt. 16:15).

Perhaps Peter's reply had the tone of an anchorman on the six o'clock news. Arched eyebrow. Half smile. James Bondish baritone voice. "I believe that you are the Son of God." But I doubt it.

I'm seeing Peter kick the dirt a bit. Clear his throat. Less swagger, more swallow. Gulp. More like a first-time parachutist about to jump out of the plane. "Are you ready to jump?" he's asked. "I, uh, I, uh, I, uh . . ."

"Who do you say that I am?"

"I, uh, I, uh . . . I believe . . . that you are the Christ, the Son of the living God" (see Matt. 16:16).

If Peter was hesitant, you can hardly fault him. How many times do you call a callous-handed nail bender from a one-camel town the Son of God?

There was something wrong with the picture.

We used to look at such scenes in elementary school. To keep us occupied, the teacher would pass out drawings with the question at the bottom "What's wrong with this picture?" Remember them? We'd look closely for something that didn't fit. A farmyard scene with a piano near the water trough. A classroom with a pirate seated on the back row. An astronaut on the moon with a pay phone in the background. We'd ponder the picture and point to the piano or pirate or pay phone and say, "This doesn't fit." Something is out of place. Something is absurd. Pianos don't belong in farmyards. Pirates don't sit in classrooms. Pay phones aren't found on the moon, and God doesn't chum with the common folk or snooze in fishing boats.

But according to the Bible he did. "For in Christ there is all of God in a human body" (Col. 2:9 TLB). Jesus was not a godlike man, nor a manlike God. He was God-man.

Midwifed by a carpenter.

Bathed by a peasant girl.

The maker of the world with a bellybutton.

The author of the Torah being taught the Torah.

Heaven's human. And because he was, we are left with scratch-your-head, double-blink, what's-wrong-with-this-picture? moments like these:

Bordeaux instead of H₂O.

A cripple sponsoring the town dance.

A sack lunch satisfying five thousand tummies.

And, most of all, a grave: guarded by soldiers, sealed by a rock, yet vacated by a three-days-dead man.

What do we do with such moments?

What do we do with such a person? We applaud men for doing good things. We enshrine God for doing great things. But when a man does God things?

One thing is certain, we can't ignore him.

Why would we want to? If these moments are factual, if the claim of Christ is actual, then he was, at once, man and God.

There he was, the single most significant person who ever lived. Forget MVP; he is the entire league. The head of the parade? Hardly. No one else shares the street. Who comes close? Humanity's best and brightest fade like dime-store rubies next to him.

Dismiss him? We can't.

Resist him? Equally difficult. Don't we need a God-man Savior? A just-God Jesus could make us but not understand us. A just-man Jesus could love us but never save us. But a God-man Jesus? Near enough to touch. Strong enough to trust. A next door Savior.

A Savior found by millions to be irresistible. Nothing compares to "the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord" (Phil. 3:8 RSV). The reward of Christianity is Christ.

Do you journey to the Grand Canyon for the souvenir T-shirt or the snow globe with the snowflakes that fall when you shake it? No. The reward of the Grand Canyon is the Grand Canyon. The wide-eyed realization that you are part of something ancient, splendid, powerful, and greater than you.

The cache of Christianity is Christ. Not money in the bank or a car in the garage or a healthy body or a better self-image. Secondary and tertiary fruits perhaps. But the Fort Knox of faith is Christ. Fellowship with him. Walking with him. Pondering him. Exploring him. The heart-stopping reali-zation that in him you are part of something ancient, endless, unstoppable, and unfathomable. And that he, who can dig the Grand Canyon with his pinkie, thinks you're worth his death on Roman timber. Christ is the reward of Christianity. Why else would Paul make him his supreme desire? "I want to know Christ" (Phil. 3:10 NCV).

Do you desire the same? My idea is simple. Let's look at some places he went and some people he touched. Join me on a quest for his "God-manness." You may be amazed.

More important, you may be changed. "We all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being changed into his likeness from one degree of glory to another; for this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit" (2 Cor. 3:18 RSV).

As we behold him, we become like him.

I experienced this principle firsthand when an opera singer visited our church. We didn't know his voice was trained. You couldn't have known by his corduroy coat and loafers. No tuxedo, cummerbund, or silk tie. His appearance raised no eyebrow, but his voice certainly did. I should know. He was in the pew behind mine.

His vibrato made dentures rattle and rafters shake. He tried to contain himself. But how can a tuba hide in a room of piccolos?

For a moment I was startled. But within a verse, I was inspired. Emboldened by his volume, I lifted mine. Did I sing better? Not even I could hear me. My warbles were lost in his talent. But did I try harder? No doubt. His power brought out the best in me.

Could your world use a little music? If so, invite heaven's baritone to cut loose. He may look as common as the guy next door, but just wait till you see what he can do. Who knows? A few songs with him might change the way you sing.

Forever.

The soundtrack to the latest book by Max Lucado, Next Door Savior is a unique collection of classic and contemporary hymns hand-picked by Max Lucado himself including All Hail the Power of Jesus Name, I Surrender All, It Is Well with My Soul and many others. Delivered in all new arrangements by some of today’s top Christian artists including Selah, Ginny Owens, Third Day, Warren Barfield and Michael W. Smith, Next Door Savior provides reflective and contemplative music that will encourage anyone on their journey in discovering Christ. This compelling CD features an original hymn – Live With Us – inspired by the book, Next Door Savior.

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