Midsummer Madness
This chapter first appeared in The Alliance Witness in 1937. Twenty-three years later (1960) it was reprinted because, said Dr. Tozer, "apparently it had little or no effect, for the conditions it describes have grown increasingly worse year by year. And to make matters still more serious, crippled churches have now been accepted as normal. . . . When will this abuse end?" The article has been widely circulated since then and still bears repeating. [Note: it is more needful than ever in 2018 when practically all semblance of Christian faithfulness has disappeared and churches have become entertainment and cultural centers. It is doubtful that many give more in offerings to the Lord than what they spend on annual vacations, or show as keen an interest in Christian growth and sacrifice as they do in "fun" and "relaxation." In 1937 When Tozer wrote his article, some churches suspended the evening service in the summer months, and in 1960 when he reprinted it he observed that things had only gotten worse. What would he think if he were alive today and saw the lukewarm conditions that are indeed considered normal? Now many churches have NO evening service all year long. And where there is still a mid-week prayer meeting or a Sunday evening meeting, they are generally the most sparsely attended meetings with only a handful present of the many who show up on Sunday morning. They can hardly be considered followers in the path of the first Christians who continually devoted themselves to the apostles' doctrine, fellowship, breaking of bread and prayers (Acts 4:42). Evangelicals have become like Catholics who think if they attend Mass they have done their duty to God and are then free to take up other pursuits. Even among the "assemblies" the malady is present. The fact that these statements irritate some is simply an indication of the low spiritual condition. The problem is not the message or the messenger, but the condition, values and behavior of professing Christians, who look more and more like Christendom and less and less like primitive Christianity.]
"Midsummer Madness"
by A. W. Tozer
by A. W. Tozer
As the sun makes its annual climb up from the
south, a strange restlessness comes over those of our citizens who live
north of the Mason-Dixon Line, and by the time summer has finally
arrived this has increased into a pathological condition which turns the
country into one vast cage of waltzing mice. A kind of madness grips
the populace, and then begins that four-month frenzied effort on
everybody’s part to get somewhere other than where he is. No one stops
to ask what it is all about, but practically everyone who is not in the
hospital or in jail joins the general stampede from everywhere to
anywhere and return. An irresistible impulse picks up most of us like
grains of dust caught by the wind, and spins and churns us about dizzily
and dangerously till the first frost comes to ripen the pumpkin and
drive home the trailers.
The sturdy old deacon who spent his entire life in
the same county where he was born has passed and gone for ever. He
existed before the days of the modern nomad. Changing times have
eliminated him as surely as the buggy shed and the hitching post. His
chief use now is to decorate a museum along with the three-toed horse
and the dinosaur. His basic error was that he failed to take a vacation.
He needed a change and a rest, also a bit of recreation: but not having
heard of these wonderful aids to health and longevity, he kept his nose
to the grindstone, raised ten healthy children, worked his own farm,
attended ... Church four times a week, and managed also to read
one or two good books a month. Though he had failed to relax properly at
yearly intervals, he could still shoot a squirrel out of a chestnut
tree at a hundred yards without glasses and chin himself a dozen times
running when he was eighty-seven. When he finally died he was mourned
sincerely by his family and a host of real neighbors who had learned to
appreciate his sterling worth by living beside him for a lifetime. How
anyone can claim that his grandson, who changes apartments every two
years and spends his summers
roaring through the landscape in a cloud of fumes, is his equal in manly
character is beyond comprehension. Goldsmith’s famous lines come back
to trouble the serious minded:
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.
Now we believe in liberty as guaranteed by the
Constitution and the inalienable right of every man to do as he likes as
long as he stays within the law. If most of the population choose to
forsake their homes and spend all their spare time scudding between
filling stations, there is nothing we can do about it. To protest about
it is to blow against the wind or shout against the tide. However, some
of us old-fashioned throwbacks to a saner if slower age may be forgiven
if we indulge in a few honest tears for the havoc this midsummer madness
works among the churches of this hectic day.
Even though the vacation habit is a craze and a
curse, even though millions each season take long and expensive
vacations from nothing more strenuous than loafing, we are still willing
to concede that there might be some therapeutic value in a vacation
trip where and when needed. I would surely not begrudge the hard-working
man or woman a rest from the daily grind. But the sad truth is that the
vacation habit, plus the habit of making weekend trips throughout the
summer season, has worked to practically paralyze the church of God for
several months out of the year. Some churches close altogether, some are
forced to give up evening services for the duration of the summer, and
many are compelled to join with several other churches in union services
in order to have an attendance large enough to justify a meeting. Even
full-gospel churches and tabernacles are seriously crippled, the
finances go into the red, the morale suffers and faith burns down to a
grey ash.
It is hard to understand how a follower of Christ
can justify himself in laying down his cross so frequently and so
shamelessly in this day of the world’s judgment. The army of the Lord is
the only army on earth where the soldiers expect a four-month furlough
in time of war. It is an ironic fact that in the very months of the year
when Satan is the busiest the children of God are the laziest. He reaps
her harvest during the summer season, while the poor overburdened heirs
of the ages crisscross the continent at eighty miles an hour in a grim
effort to relax. If someone should remind me that it is during the
summer that the great conventions and camp meetings are held, I would
reply that a ten-day period of fun at a camp meeting is a poor
substitute for a summer of faithful service back at the home church.
It is a pitiful thing to see on any summer Sunday
morning a discouraged Sunday school superintendent standing before the
tattered remnant of his school, trying to appear cheerful with half of
his teachers missing. And it is a tragicomic sight to see a peripatetic
playboy of the church getting down on his knees on a Saturday afternoon
to thank God for that prosperity which enables him to desert the house
of God more frequently than he was able to do in his leaner years, and
prays for ‘journeying mercies’ as he speeds away from his post of duty
to commune with nature among sardine cans.
That the church of Christ should so completely
succumb to this midsummer madness is proof enough of our low spiritual
condition. It is little wonder that the people of the world smile
cynically when we come back and go to work on them after the cool
weather sets in. They do not take us seriously, and we have ourselves to
thank for their attitude.
We need a revival! We need a revival of
consecration to death, a revival of happy abandonment to the will of God
that will laugh at sacrifice and count it a privilege to bear the cross
through the heat and burden of the day. We are too much influenced by
the world and too little controlled by the Spirit. We of the deeper life
persuasion are not immune to the temptations of ease and we are in
grave danger of becoming a generation of pleasure-lovers. Any who
disagree with this conclusion are within their rights, and I would be
the last to deny them the privilege. But in the name of a thousand
struggling churches and disheartened pastors, may I not plead for a
little more loyalty to the local church during this season of
difficulty?
May God raise up a people who will consult their pleasures less and the great need more. I know of one successful layman who refuses again and again to take perfectly legitimate pleasure trips because he cannot bring himself to leave his class of adolescent Sunday-school boys. May God multiply such men and women among us till the reproach of Egypt is rolled away and man’s confidence in us is restored.
May God raise up a people who will consult their pleasures less and the great need more. I know of one successful layman who refuses again and again to take perfectly legitimate pleasure trips because he cannot bring himself to leave his class of adolescent Sunday-school boys. May God multiply such men and women among us till the reproach of Egypt is rolled away and man’s confidence in us is restored.
Chapter 30, pages 155-160 of GOD TELLS THE MAN WHO CARES, Christian Publications, 1992
-- posted by a missionary who has taken one "furlough" in 32 years