God for the Rest of Us: Experience Unbelievable Love, Unlimited Hope, and Uncommon Grace

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God for the Rest of Us: Experience Unbelievable Love, Unlimited Hope, and Uncommon Grace by Vince Antonucci

What does it feel like to be loved by a limitless God? God for the Rest of Us will wake you up to the outrageous, extravagant, and sometimes even scandalous love of God for the rest of us—whether you think you are unfit or a misfit, an underdog or overlooked, the least or the lost, the left behind or the left out. Vince Antonucci, a pastor who reaches out to people on the Las Vegas Strip, has seen it all—and more important, he has seen God’s love in action on each and every street corner. Vince is convinced that too many of us underestimate God and the scope of his love.

God for the Rest of Us is Vince’s story of how he found God’s breathtaking love at work among the people often forgotten and disdained by this world. Is God for the people who are forgotten and left out? Is He for the guy who betrayed his wife and left his kids? Is He for the doubters? The skeptics? The atheists? The answers to these questions can be found in the lives of people Vince meets. As you read their stories of transformation, you’ll begin to imagine how your life could be changed if you truly believe that you are loved with a perfect love. You’ll catch a glimpse of God—who is greater than your wildest dreams.

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ISBN-13: 9781496407160
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date: 08/04/2015
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 1,296,930
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author


Vince Antonucci pastors Verve, an innovative church that seeks to reach people who work on and live around the Las Vegas Strip. The television series God for the Rest of Us chronicles Vince’s work there. In addition, Vince writes books, leads mission trips around the world, speaks nationwide, and performs stand-up comedy in Las Vegas. Most of all, he loves spending time with his wife, Jennifer, and their two kids.

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God for the Rest of Us

Experience Unbelievable Love, Unlimited Hope, and Uncommon Grace


By Vince Antonucci

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2015 City On A Hill Studio, LLC
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4964-0716-0



CHAPTER 1

GOD FOR THE REST OF US


Putting duct tape over our mouths was a nice touch. But it did get us accused of child abuse. Ah, the perils of shock art for Jesus.

We were on Fremont Street. Fremont is the "old Strip" in Las Vegas and still the most visited attraction in Sin City. It's where the bullhorn Christians hang out and yell. They stand on soapboxes, informing people that their final destination will be hotter than a 115-degree August day in the desert outside Vegas.

One full-time hatemonger on Fremont is a guy who stands proudly holding up a huge sign with the title "WWJD?" Just below the letters it says, "Who Will Jesus Destroy?" Underneath is a list of all kinds of sinners. Some are a bit more scandalous—abortionists, murderers, oppressive communist despots. But take heart, you're on the list too. It includes liars, gossips, cheats, the lust filled. The man yells and angles his sign at everyone who passes—drunk guys from Wisconsin, the handicapped homeless lady shuffling by, businessmen from Poughkeepsie, the elderly ladies from the church in Iowa who are in town for the knitting convention.

At some point it's not enough just to shake your head in sadness at the guy holding the sign. At some point you have to make a sign of your own, and we decided to do it. That's not entirely true. We actually decided to go with flyers because it seemed like a more personal touch—and we could also be sure to avoid splinters.

Our flyer's title? "WDJL?" Just below the letters it says, "Who Does Jesus Love?" Underneath is a list of, well ... it's the exact same list as on the "Who Will Jesus Destroy?" sign. We realized that copying the list would lose us creativity points, but we wanted to make sure everyone made the connection to the bullhorn, hatemonger guy.

To add creativity, we put duct tape over our mouths as we handed out the flyers right in front of the bullhorn, hatemonger guy. Under the list of people Jesus loves, our flyers proclaimed:

It's very common to find "street preachers" here on Fremont Street, loudly declaring who God hates. There's a problem with that, and it's that GOD LOVES. The Bible says that "God IS love" and that he sent Jesus not to condemn, but because of and in love.

The truth is that God loves ... homosexuals, gamblers, strippers, abortionists, prostitutes, addicts, and you.

And so we apologize for anything you've ever heard that would lead you to believe otherwise. The reason they spread a message of hate is because there is power in hate. But we have chosen the way of Jesus, the way of love, and find it far more powerful.

We have taped our mouths shut as a symbolic way of offsetting the verbal abuse you may have heard in the past and may hear tonight.


So, in this battle of the signs (okay, it was a battle of a sign versus flyers, but at least we didn't get splinters—but don't ask me about all the paper cuts), who was right? Was God smiling down on bullhorn, hatemonger guy or on the duct-taped crusaders of love? For the answer, we need to go to Jesus.


Stories

Jesus loved to tell stories.

His stories made people angry. People hated him for his stories.

You could argue that it was his stories that got him killed.

One time Jesus was surrounded by two very different groups of people. One group was made up of "tax collectors and sinners."

The tax collectors were Jews who had betrayed God and his people by siding with the Romans. The Romans were trying to take over the world, and their strategy was violence.

They would come into a Jewish town and demand that everyone worship Caesar. Those who refused because they were faithful to God would be executed. The invaders would then tax those left alive and use the money to fund their massive army, invade more towns, and kill more innocent Jewish people. The Romans hired Jews to collect the taxes from their own people—Jewish money funding the murder of more Jews.

The sinners were, well, sinners. We know that we're all sinners, but you've got to be on the other side of awful for it to be written on your name tag at social functions. These weren't garden-variety sinners. These were "notoriously evil people as well as those who refused to follow the Mosaic Law as interpreted by the teachers of the law. The term was commonly used of tax collectors, adulterers, robbers and the like."

Why were the tax collectors and sinners gathered around Jesus? We're told, "to hear [him]." They loved Jesus and his stories.

Think about that for a minute. When God came to earth, the people who wanted to be around him were tax collectors, adulterers, and robbers. It was the sinners who loved to be around Jesus.

A second group was stalking the periphery of this notorious band of sinners—"the Pharisees and the teachers of the law." They weren't gathered around Jesus because they loved to be around him. They were gathered around Jesus because they hated it that the sinners loved to be around him. They were the ones who hated Jesus' stories, who thought murder was the best way to stop him from telling his scandalous little parables. We're told that they were muttering to one another. Personally, I don't think I've ever been around a group of mutterers, but it doesn't sound like a fun time. What they were muttering was, "This man welcomes sinners and eats with them." They found Jesus' actions offensive.

In response, Jesus told a story. Actually, he told three stories.


The First Two Stories

The first two stories are about people who lose things—a shepherd who loses a sheep and a woman who loses a coin. Both have plenty more. In fact, it's a bit of a surprise that they even notice that one is missing.

My parents had two kids. Once when I was about six years old and my sister, Lisa, was four, our parents took us out for dinner. Afterward they put us in the backseat of the car. They did not buckle us in. This was the mid-seventies, and my parents now tell me that no one put seat belts on their kids back then. I believe they just didn't care about us. My parents got in the front, started the car, and popped in the 8-track tape. Knowing my parents, it was probably Neil Diamond's Greatest Hits. So the music filled the car ("Hands, touching hands, reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' you. Sweet Caroline ..."). My father shifted into drive and pulled out of the parking spot. It turned out they hadn't shut my sister's door very well, so it swung open. My sister was leaning against it and fell out of the car. The door quietly swung shut. My parents didn't notice. And I didn't say a word! I just waved good-bye out the back window. "Good times never seemed so good. I've been inclined to believe they never would." We turned out of the parking lot and started driving down the road. Finally, my father looked back, did a double take, frantically surveyed the backseat of the car, and then yelled, "Where's Lisa?" I pointed back at the parking lot. "But ... now ... I ..." My father slammed on the brakes, whipped the car around, went back, and found my sister sobbing in the parking lot.

My parents had only two kids, but it took them a while to realize that one of us was missing ... from the car! But the shepherd and the woman in Jesus' stories immediately recognize that something is missing.

And they not only realize it; they care. In fact, each goes on an all-out search-and-rescue mission. And when they find what's lost, they party like it's 1999. They're on their cell phones, calling their neighbors, and inviting them into the celebration.

It all seems over the top. Borderline absurd. But then Jesus inserts the knife. "In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents." These aren't just cute stories. They are more of Jesus' parabolic grenades, and it's obvious that Jesus was responding to the mutterers. The stories aren't really about a lost sheep and a lost coin. These stories show that the reason Jesus welcomed sinners and ate with them was because those sinners were actually God's lost children.

When our kids were younger, my wife and I took them to a big water park. Our son was five and our daughter was about to turn three, so we spent the day in the kiddie pools. Each pool had slides and all kinds of fun stuff. We played in one pool for a while and then walked about a hundred yards to a second kiddie pool, where we let the kids splash around. We then walked another hundred yards to the next one. My kids were repeatedly going down one big slide. My wife walked over to the other side of the pool where they had a big, mushroom-shaped umbrella shower. My son, Dawson, came down the slide and asked, "Where's Mom?"

"She's over by the mushroom-water-shower-umbrella thingy," I answered.

"Can I go get her?" he asked.

"Sure," I told him, "Go ahead."

About five minutes later I grabbed my daughter and said, "Let's go get Mommy and Dawson."

So we went over to the shower. My wife was still under it, but all by herself.

I asked, "Where's Dawson?"

She was confused. "What are you talking about?"

"I sent him over about five minutes ago."

"I haven't seen him."

I started looking all over the kiddie pool. I didn't see him. I thought, Don't freak out, Vince, he's here. Um, he's wearing a blue bathing suit. I looked for a blue bathing suit. No. Okay. It's okay. Look for light brown hair. No. Maybe he's in one of the slides. No. I finally yelled, "Dawson!"

It had now been about ten minutes since we had seen our son. I continued to look. Soon it was fifteen minutes. I thought, I am never going to see my son again. I'm never going to hold my son again. I started totally freaking out.

The kiddie pool was in a sort of valley. I ran up the stairs to the sidewalk so I could have a better view of the whole pool. I looked down. Dawson was not there. My heart started racing. My throat was closing up. My head was pounding. I looked again. He was not there. Blue bathing suit? No. Light brown hair? No. In one of the slides? No. I wanted to die.

I looked up the sidewalk to my left. No. I looked down the sidewalk to my right. No. I looked in the pool again. No. It had now been close to twenty minutes. I again looked up the sidewalk to my left. Far down the path I saw what seemed to be a light-brown-haired kid weaving between people. I couldn't see the color of the bathing suit. I called out, "Dawson? Dawson!"

Then I yelled again, "Dawson!"

Finally the light-brown-haired boy looked up, and it was my son. "Dawson!"

He saw me, and his face went white. I ran toward him. He ran toward me. We met. He dove into my arms, crying. I asked, "Where were you?"

"I went to find Mommy," he said. "I thought she was at the pool we were at before."

I said, "You went all the way to the other pool by yourself?" And I held him. And I held him. And I held him. And I realized in that moment that I understood, just a little, what it's like to be God. The way I felt about my son, wondering if I'd ever see or hold him again, is the way God feels about all of his children who have wandered away from him. I think of Jeremiah 4, where God says, "Oh, my anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain. Oh, the agony of my heart! My heart pounds within me, I cannot keep silent." Pretty intense talk coming from God, and it makes you wonder: What is God so tormented about? He tells us: "My people are fools; they do not know me. They are senseless children; they have no understanding. They are skilled in doing evil; they know not how to do good."

But God doesn't reject his senseless children. His heart is broken, and he offers an invitation: "If you, Israel, will return, then return to me."

That's why Jesus came. It was an all-out search-and-rescue mission. It was to get God's lost children home.


Prodigal: The Trilogy Complete

For the Pharisees and the teachers of the law, the first two stories were bad enough. But Jesus proceeds to tell a third story, and it's worse.

We call this story the parable of the Prodigal Son, but as one of my favorite Bible teachers, Timothy Keller, points out, there are some problems with that.

First, the story features three characters, not just a son.

And second, most people don't know what the word prodigal means, even if they think they do.

In the movie The Princess Bride, Inigo Montoya says to a character named Vizzini about his incessant use of the word inconceivable, "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."

Sometimes words don't mean what we think they mean.

A lot of people use the word nauseous. As in, "I'm feeling nauseous." And they think it means "to feel sick," but it doesn't. Nauseous actually means to cause nausea. So if you eat a whole chocolate cake and say, "I feel nauseous," what you're actually saying is that you're causing the people around you to feel sick.

Or the word literally. People misuse it all the time. It means "truly or actually." Sports announcers will say, "In the fourth quarter, LeBron James literally put the team on his back and carried them to victory!" Really? 'Cause that's a basketball game I want to see! Or people say, "I'm literally starving to death." You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Sometimes words lose their meanings when they're translated into another language. At one point Pepsi had a slogan, "Come alive! You're in the Pepsi generation," which they learned, too late, was translated into Chinese as "Pepsi brings your ancestors back from the grave." When KFC opened its first franchise in Beijing, the restaurant's famous slogan was translated from "Finger-lickin' good," to "Eat your fingers off." (Yum!) Coors Brewing Company also ran into problems when trying to translate a slogan. After launching their "Turn it loose" campaign in Spain, they discovered that this translates to "Suffer from diarrhea"! (Yum?)

So we say this story is about a prodigal son. We call the son in this story a prodigal. You may have used the word. But I do not think it means what you think it means. Somewhere along the way, something was lost in translation.

The word prodigal means "wastefully extravagant." That's what the word literally means. Wastefully extravagant.

Jesus' third story in this trilogy is one we call the parable of the Prodigal Son. And it seems appropriate for me to write about the idea of a prodigal because in 2009 I moved to become sort of a missionary to Las Vegas. A year later we started a church right in the heart of Sin City. And Las Vegas is the land of prodigals.

Look around Las Vegas, especially the Strip, and you'll see that the city has been extravagantly wasteful. Why? Because they hope tourists who come will return the favor. Vegas's thinking is: We will be extravagantly wasteful in spending money in order to lure you to Sin City so you will be extravagantly wasteful in losing money.

And everywhere you look around the city, you see prodigals. Let me introduce you to some of the prodigals I've met in Las Vegas:

Peter was in his fifties and going nowhere fast. Seeking meaning, he explored Eastern religions. He was still confused spiritually, but the one conclusion he had come to was that reincarnation is real.

Hector grew up in a Las Vegas gang. It was basically all he ever knew.

Dharma was a dancer in several Las Vegas shows, including at least one where she danced topless. Her husband worked in IT for a pornography company.

Randy was an addict who called our church to find out if we had a 12-step program.

David seemed to be a young entrepreneurial businessman who was doing well for himself. The truth is that he was wanted by the police in another state where he had been a drug dealer.

Julie was a pole-dancing instructor.

Scott and Cooper were atheists.

Frank was a strip-club bouncer and leg breaker raising two teenage sons on his own.

Sal was a casino pitboss.

Jack was an alcoholic taxi driver who was considering suicide because his life had bottomed out.

Cici was a crystal meth addict who for years had been a member of the Order, a white supremacist neo-Nazi hate group. She had been married nine times and shot fourteen times.

Sandy was a Britney Spears impersonator determined to never go back to church because she believed it was a negative place filled with judgmental people.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Foreword vii

Chapter 1 God for the Rest of Us 1

Chapter 2 God for the Prostitutes 27

Chapter 3 God for the Shame Filled 43

Chapter 4 God for the Addicts 59

Chapter 5 God for Dysfunctional Families 73

Chapter 6 God for the Doubters 83

Chapter 7 God for the Tattooed 101

Chapter 8 God for the Atheists 111

Chapter 9 God for the Worriers 129

Chapter 10 God for Sin City 143

Chapter 11 God for the Pimp 163

Chapter 12 God for Those Who Have Been Turned Off by Church 179

Chapter 13 God for the Forgotten 193

Chapter 14 God for the Broken 211

Chapter 15 God for Everyone God Puts in Your Life 231

Appendix My ABC Book of People God Loves 243

Notes 247

Acknowledgments 253

About the Author 255

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