Hope

“He was a prophet, powerful in word and deed before God and all the people. The chief priests and our rulers handed him over to be sentenced to death, and they crucified him; 

but we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel." --Luke 24:19b-21

There are a lot of people these days who will (almost eagerly) tell you that Christianity is a dead faith.

They will tell you Christians have forgotten what Jesus really stood for, and say that just about any way is better than that Way.

Some are friends who have been badly wounded by the church; others, I believe, are people who are simply parroting others and have, for whatever reason, lost hope. Misery loves company. 

Like the two on the road to Emmaus who were expecting a different kind of King than the one they got. Who never even realized Jesus was walking right along with them. Not, that is, until they shared a meal together-- and their eyes were opened.

Here's what I think-- and what I believe:

Diana Butler Bass, in this article Being With God, A Different Holy Week (for Huffington Post), writes of the huge difference a preposition can make, the difference between Jesus being with us and Jesus dying for us. 

And I believe that just may hold a key to where we as followers of the Christ have gotten off-track.

During his life, Jesus was with the poor, the broken, the outcast. He offered them love and life-- and hope. (And don't forget, when Jesus is with us, we are with Jesus.) True, the gospels recount the many things Jesus did for others, but he did them by being right there, in the dark and in the dirt with them.

Then all at once (in our contemporary world), after his death on the cross, our rallying cry changes and we hear about what Jesus did for us. Jesus died a pain-filled, horrifying death-- for us. So we could again enter into oneness with the Creator.

All true.

But here is a critical point we often pass right by (probably because it really hurts to think about this):

Just as Jesus was with others during his lifetime, so, too, were they with him, even as he died for them.

Many wished they were not. Peter denied Jesus outright, not once, but three times, to save his own neck. But never, I believe, did Peter think to himself, "Well-- thanks, Jesus, for dying in my stead so I can go on living my life, just the way I want to!"

And at some point, I believe, Peter came to understand that when Jesus said, "I will be with you always," he meant that.

And we are called to be with Jesus. And that means setting aside our self, being prepared to spend time with the least of these, the marginalized. 

And it means being willing to give of ourselves till it hurts, being willing to die at least a little death for another-- just because we are called to live lives of love. Not just for the attractive or the ones who smell good, but for those and the ones who are more challenging to love (which, many days, includes moi).

Perhaps Christianity is dead. Maybe these prophetic voices are on to something. 

But Jesus was dead, too. After being scourged and beaten, derided, ridiculed and nailed to a cross, Jesus, with a loud gasp, gave up his spirit and breathed his last.

That was Friday.

And then came Sunday. The tomb was empty, the Lord had risen-- and those who believed came to understand, intimately, that Jesus was still with them!

They had hoped-- and now, suddenly, they had Hope. 

And so do we. Because the story did not end on the day we have come to call Good Friday. There is more to the story. And because God is still speaking, still at work in this place, we are called to continue to live this story. We are called to live with Jesus and bring his love in real, tangible ways to those who are feeling very much alone and marginalized.

Blessed Easter, friends. Do me a favor in the week ahead and share a meal with someone. Or buy a coffee or a Blizzard or a gallon of milk for the person in line behind you-- just because they are there. Hold the door for someone-- with a smile-- just because they are with you on this planet, in this moment.

Go and serve. Live in a Sunday state of mind. Have hope. Offer hope. Live hope. 

Jesus is alive and well, and living among us. With you, with me-- with them. 

Alleluia!

He would do it again, too (but doesn't need to).

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. --John 3:16

Admit it.

You saw the verse and you thought, "Oh dear. Sunday school?" 

I would venture to guess this verse is second only to "Jesus wept" in times memorized for Sunday school and vacation Bible school contests.

And I would also venture to guess that it could stand a second or third) look. So here it is:

I could go all Greek on you and point out that both verbs (loved and gave) are in the aorist tense, and that one "method" to the aorist madness is that it is used in the case of an action that is "once and done," but the results of which continue to be felt over and over again. 

Truer words were never spoken. God so loved the world.

But here is where I am going today: Why not imagine the verb loved is in the present  tense? It's still profoundly true. It allows the ever-loving arms of the Creator to wrap all around your broken, aching heart and remind you of a very, very important truth.

God so loves the world and each and every bit of it. The gift of the Son of Man only happened once (and done). But the love of the Almighty is eternal and unceasing. It happens once-- and forever. 

And it happens for you. 

That, friends, is the Good News in a nutshell.

And in case you were curious? No, English does not have an aorist tense. Rejoice and be glad :)

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Lord God, remind us again, in case we forget, how wide and deep and high and long is your love for us, just as we are. Amen.

Rethinking

"But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites,

 in whose land you are living. 

But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.” 

--Joshua 24:15

There is a lot of "rethinking" going on these days.

The United Methodists invite us to "Rethink Church." During Lent, there is even a daily photo prompt to invite such rethinking and post the resulting photos on Facebook. 

We are invited to "Rethink Schools" and "Rethink Government."

I even saw an ad on a bus encouraging me to "Rethink Beer." 

The implication in each of these is that the way we are currently thinking is all wrong, so we'd best rethink [fill in the blank here] and change our ways.

But I am not sure I agree with that. I don't really believe an automatic "do-over," or throwing out the baby with the bathwater is necessarily the best way to rethink. 

What I do believe is that it is always a good time to take a step back and remember why we think-- or believe-- or drink-- what we do. 

It's a shallow faith, indeed, that simply states, "I believe it because my mother/ father/ Aunt Martha believed it." Or, "My family has always gone to that church, so now I do, too." 

That kind of faith is not likely to carry you through when life gets messy.

And believe me, it is inevitable. Life will get messy. 

So I invite you now, while life is relatively un-messy, to stop and think. Think about what you believe-- and why you believe it.

Do you believe, "Jesus loves me, this I know// for the Bible tells me so"? Or do you believe, "Jesus loves me, and in my life I have personally experienced the depth and breadth of that love, even when I felt unlovable to so many"?

When someone says, "God is good," do you reply without thinking, "ALL the time"? That's okay-- but now back it up. Where in your life have you experienced God's overwhelming goodness? 

Pause now for a few minutes. Take a rethink break. Reflect on who you are as a person of faith.

Remember-- and share. Tell another person, someone whose soul is hungry for more-- and maybe they don't know what it is they are hungering after. 

But you do. You understand what their souls are hungering for because you remember when your soul was hungry, and someone led you gently out of the darkness and into a place of spiritual food and light. Right?

The apostle Paul put it this way: "When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me"(1 Corinthians 13:11).

Rethinking is a good thing. But it isn't throwing something out without good cause. It simply means that as we have walked forward on our journey, we may now understand things that were mystery before. And so we stop and listen and trust that the One who brought us this far is still with us, still speaking.

If you have chosen to trust in God, rethink what led you to this place of trust and belief. (If you have not chosen to trust-- well, maybe it is Time to rethink that, as well. Maybe it is Time for a change. Maybe God is working on your heart. Maybe there is an elephant in the attic with your name on it.)

Rethink. And choose this day whom you will serve. And be prepared, always, to explain why you have made the choice you did (1 Peter 3:15)-- and do so with gentleness and respect. And careful thought.

God gave us both a heart and a brain; why would God not expect us to employ them-- both? God is big enough, grand enough, Almighty enough to stand up to the closest scrutiny we can give. (Beer, on the other hand, may not require quite the same degree of rethinking.)

Choose for yourself. And choose wisely. 

Great God, may we never doubt that you are there, that you desire us even more than we desire you, and that when we question, seek-- even doubt-- and rethink, you are still here. Amen 

As you wish.

And all the people answered, “Let his blood be on us and on our children!” --Matthew 27:25

A few weeks ago I blogged a little bit about a book by John Ortberg called God Is Closer than You Think. I am liking this book more and more. Gently and unsuspectingly, Ortberg draws us closer and closer into an awareness of how our relationship with the Almighty is supposed to work. (Mind you, we and it are works in progress.)

As I prepare for another class, I am reading about Ortberg's reflections on a terrific movie, The Princess Bride. He is recounting the relationship between two characters, Buttercup and Farm Boy (Westley, in the movie).

Farm Boy is deeply smitten with Buttercup. He has been bitten by the Love Bug and just cannot be cured. He worships the very ground Buttercup walks on. He's got it bad. 

And Buttercup is a wee bit high maintenance.

It's a perfect match, really. She wants someone to wait on her hand-and-foot; he has two willing hands and a pair of feet ready to walk to the ends of the earth for the woman he loves (who really hasn't a clue).

Whenever Buttercup makes a demand, Farm Boy's reply is always the same.

"As you wish."

Fetch this, do that. "As you wish."

Of course, those three simple words were code for "I love you," but it took Buttercup a long time to wake up and realize that. In the meantime, Farm Boy continued his faithful obedience. "As you wish."

*****

This week, a group of us were reflecting on a passage from the gospel according to Matthew, 27:11-26. This is the scene when Jesus has been brought before Pontius Pilate. In accordance with tradition, Pilate has offered to release a prisoner, and the crowd has chosen to release Barabbas, leaving Jesus to be crucified.

But meanwhile, Pilate's wife has had a vivid dream and is begging her husband to have nothing to do with Jesus' crucifixion.

Pilate, wanting to be absolutely certain everyone understands, washes his hands of the matter and proclaims himself free of any responsibility for what is to follow, and announces that the blood of this prisoner is on the hands of the crowd, not him.

And the crowd responds. "Let his blood be on us and on our children!"

And Jesus, unheard by anyone present, most certainly whispered, "As you wish."

Let the blood of the Lamb be poured out for the sins of those present that day and their children and their children's children. Let the burdens of sin and death be borne not by each one of us, but by the Redeemer, so that we might again know what it means to be at one with the Creator.

"As you wish."

Three words of perfect love. We asked for it. We got it. 

And soon and very soon,like Buttercup, may our eyes be opened to just how much suitor really, truly loves us and would, quite literally, willingly die for our sake.

Thanks be to God. Amen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBGTT1IWy1M