It has been an interesting past few days here, going though Lent. In many ways I feel like this is the week I've been waiting for, and not because Resurrection Sunday comes and I'll be able to have sugar. On the contrary, in these final few days the personal spiritual revelations have started coming that I expected. There is a certain maturity that comes in giving up something you hold dear, something that controls you or at least moves you. One or two weeks without that thing is a fad or a lark. The third week tests your resolve. The fourth week tests your reasons, and if you get beyond that there really is quite something to be learned about yourself.
I'm starting to see the Sunday School haze fall away from my eyes more rapidly. Like many I grew up attending Sunday School in the morning and then Children's Church after worship service. Now, I respect the people who do such things and make those programs available. I don't mean to criticize them, but things get lost in the translation. Whether it was my wholly owned ignorance that is being exposed to the light of day or their desire to make good "behavioral lessons" out of common Bible tales I'm not certain.
For instance, it just occurred to me today that Luke, the doctor and gospel writer, wasn't one of the 12 Disciples. For that matter fellow gospel writer Mark wasn't either. Luke was likely Greek, never met the Lord in person and began as a pupil of Paul. Odds are he was a gentile. Mark, it is believed, was one of the outer disciples and tradition holds that he was one who departed when Jesus declared that in order to follow Him one had to drink of his blood and eat of his flesh. Superficial, some of the most learned among my readership might suppose, but it alters how one sees the things in front of him. The words and impact of their gospels are still the same, there's just a little something different in the perception.
This last week I was reading in Luke where Jesus tells about the wise man who built his house upon the rock an the foolish man who built his house upon the sand (Luke 6:48). And the rains came down, and the floods came up, (you may be singing along now...) and the foolish man's house went SPLAT! When we were little we knew that song was about Christians and Non-Christians. Oh, look at those foolish non-Christians building there lives on hedonism, humanism, evolution. It's only on the rock of Jesus and his principals, doing things his way, that we can expect to live stable, secure lives.
I grew up, went to college, started a family and for a long time it was very rare that I ever felt stable and secure. Heck, I didn't even know anyone who said they felt stable and secure. So, the old wise man foolish man parable must be wrong, right? I'm a Christian, this shouldn't be how I feel, right? I said the prayer, I did the getting dunked in water thing. So how can I feel this way?
There are whole sections in Christian book stores about how to feel good about yourself, how you're a winner and an overcomer, how you should just change your perception and you'll have self esteem just because you did the prayer and the water dunky thingy. I've always had a natural aversion to those sort of books because they feel...sickeningly sweet, like drinking soda syrup straight. (What? Oh, like I'm the only one who has ever...OK...maybe I am...snorted pixie sticks? Anyone?) I can't take the perma-grins of the authors on the cover, their wide mouthed, way too reassuring smiles highlighted with unnaturally white teeth. (If you hear laughter as you read that part it's probably my sister. She knows exactly who I'm talking about there). The whole thing of "think positive, that's all you need" has always seemed counter-intuitive to the gospel...and now I know why...well...OK...I have a better understanding.
The wise man and foolish man of Luke's 6th chapter has nothing to do with non-believers, but rather everything to do with believers. Look at verse 46 : "Why do you call Me, 'Lord, Lord," and do not do what I say?..." and then He launches in to the parable. It is those who call Him, "Lord, Lord,", those who proclaim Him as their teacher or, more appropriately, Master (according to the Greek) and yet don't do what He says to do. That would be like me learning under chef's in culinary school, telling everyone how proud I am to be learning under them, attending daily classes, then decide I know better than them how to make a souffle, and just start guessing at what goes in it. What's going to happen? It might be barely edible but it's not a souffle. Why call him Lord, Lord if you aren't going to do things as he says to do them? Why waste the time if you aren't going to follow him and make up your own life recipe?
Now, I can't and won't judge you, but I'm more than happy to judge myself.
Until about a year ago I was doing the same thing. Well, that's not completely accurate. It is probably best to say that I have spent the past six years going through a process that has gradually brought me more in line with Jesus as my true Master that became very obvious within the past year or so.
In the past year I've gone on a self induced/guided journey through the New Testament chapter by chapter wondering what the "commandments" of the New Testament are. I know the word "commandments" freaks us people of God's Grace out a bit, but they are actually there. "Do this. Don't do this," can be found in every book of the New Testament and yet we ignore them. Let's just take this classic, "Let there be no divisions among you," from twice in 1 Corinthians. In our modern times many people find identity in their divisions with other denominations. "But, come on, that's Paul. That's his opinion." Jesus' words are even harder, "Be anxious for nothing,". That's it. Don't do it. What is the antidote? Prayer. Making your requests known to God.
So, long story short, I started to do the things Jesus and the Apostles said to do. Then, and only then, was when I started to feel peace and stability. When I reject divisions among the Body of Christ then it follows that chaos within my life at church will be minimized. When I squash pride and foolish talk (yes, the last one is an eternal work in progress) then my relationships are protected and enhanced. When I refuse to be anxious about something and instead give it to the Lord and leave it there, naturally I will have peace. When I choose to study His word and be in regular contact through prayer then, surprise, I feel not only stability but His presence.
This morning I got all dressed up to attend my church's Palm Sunday service. It was a little bittersweet in a few ways. I wore one of my Hawaiian style button up shirts to the service because that's about as dressy as I get. The church doesn't quite feel like home yet. I was reminded of this because I know if I was at my home church more than one, at the VERY least the pastor, would have commented on how appropriate my shirt was because..ya know...Palm Sunday, palm trees on the shirt.
For the entire season of Lent the question that the Reverend has been asking as our theme is: "What does it mean to be a faithful follower of Jesus Christ?" I find that I'm not alone in my preference of over-intellectualizing that question. When it comes down to it, it is not calling Him "Lord, Lord". It is all to do with doing the things He tells us to do...even if it means loving your enemies...which...I'm glad I get along with a lot of people because that one's rough.
Pax,
W
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