Raw Gospel – Convicting and Challenging

In a book filled with stunning events, one that surely must rank near the top of the list is found, almost in passing, in John 13, where Jesus, just hours prior to his arrest and execution, washes his disciples feet.  That the maker of the universe would stoop so low is, itself, a shocker.  People of rank aren’t prone to embrace the towel and basin, not even in the best of times.  But on this night we’re given clues into Jesus mindset as he enters this evening, and it’s these “behind the curtain” details that put this event, in my mind at least, among the all time shockers in the Bible.  What did Jesus know that makes this even so stunning?

1. He knew that “his hour had come”, which means that he knew he was about to be betrayed, arrested, tried, beaten, and executed.  This, for any human (and Jesus was full blooded as the rest of us) would be devastating.  Think “death row” on the night of the 16th, and you know that the 17th is your scheduled death, know that this night is your last night, this meal your last meal.

2. He knew that Judas was about to betray him, knew that Judas knew many of the right words but that in the end he would sell out his leader for 30 pieces of silver and a kiss on the cheek.  It must be strange to know the human heart of another so well that you can see their darkest parts, hidden beneath a veil of piety, about to be poured out in hatred on you.

3. He knew too, that the rest of the disciples would all, to a man, flee from him.  In spite of his three year investment in them, he knew he was about to die alone.  They’d fall asleep.  They’d argue about who’s greatest.  They’d bitterly deny they knew him.  They’d flee and cower in fear.  “Well done Jesus… your graduates really get it”

To say that it’s a stressful night for Jesus would be the greatest understatement in the universe.  I don’t know about you, but stress doesn’t put me in the mood to wash other people’s feet.  My favorite response to stress is to take a nap, or go to bed at 8:30, or listen to Sigur Ros, alone in front of the fireplace.  I’m in withdrawal mode.

Say, though, you’re an extrovert, the type who’d want to be surrounded with your closest friends on the night before your arrest, unjust trial, beating, and execution.  I wonder, would you want these friends?  Judas will sell out.  Peter will melt in fear.  They’ll all fall asleep in your hardest hour.  They’ll all flee you when you’re arrested.  You want these people at your last party?

I didn’t think so.

Jesus does though, and not so that he can give them a piece of his mind and expose them for the shallow frauds that they’ll appear to be before the sun comes up.  He invites them and then, knowing all that’s about to come down, gets up from the meal, takes off his robe, wraps himself in the towel of a servant, and washes the feet of his followers.  They’re arguing about who’s greatest.  He’s washing they’re feet.  They’re clueless regarding the events about to unfold.  He’s in tune with his own impending agony.

Anyone else would have given them a lecture, or a beating, rather than a foot washing.  Or they would have asked for a “little sympathy for God’s sake…” exasperated over their callous self-seeking natures.  Or they would have kicked them, locked the door, and drank all the wine.  Not Jesus – He serves people who he knows don’t get it.

How can he do that?

It’s too glib, too easy, to simply say, “he was God” as if that settles everything, because the fact is that he tells us to behave exactly the same way.  We’re to serve one another, even when those we serve aren’t worthy of being served at all because of their blindness, stubbornness, arrogance, or whatever.  Further, we’re called to serve not just when we’ve “bandwidth”, but apparently also when we don’t feel like it.

Now this is really getting to be too much.  Serve people who don’t deserve it... when I’m so filled with my own pain that what I really need is a little more “me” time? Be real Jesus.

He is being real.  He’s telling us to be ready to serve, both when it energizes us and when it doesn’t, both when we’ve warm feelings the recipients of our service, and when they annoy us.  That’s the essence of what it means to make God visible in this world, because that’s how God made Himself visible in the world most clearly.  I’m challenged by Jesus’ example of the towel and basin, chastened with the awareness that I withdraw from serving at times, both because “I’m wiped out” and because “they don’t deserve it”.  I rarely use those phrases precisely.  I talk about boundaries and enabling instead.  Those are two legitimate principles for all of us who work with people must invoke to serve will, but which can also be used to baptize our own selfishness and pettiness at times. What Jesus is saying is true service needs to happen even when you don’t feel like it, and should be offered even to people who don’t deserve it.  That’s the gospel.

There’s hope though, because in this same passage, Jesus shows us how a proper state of heart can empower us to serve like this.  That, though, is for another post.

O God of the towel and basin;

Thank you for showing the centrality of serving through your astonishing last night before your execution.  Grant us eyes to see that you not only did this for us, but that you’re calling us to live this with you.  I confess that I fall short too often in this central principle of serving.  I withdraw out of weariness.  I withhold out of frustration.  I need your Spirit if I’m to grow here.  Guide me along this path I pray, thanking you that I can ask with confidence, precisely because you serve your people on the basis of your love rather than our worthiness.  In your great name I pray….

Amen.

 

On pins and needles: faith and acupuncture

If you visit this blog regularly, you know that I believe in the authority of the Bible as the final voice regarding what God has to say about our world, where it came from, what’s wrong with it, where history is headed, and how humankind can be restored to God.  You know, too, that I believe in the uniqueness and centrality of Christ, and preach that He is indeed, the door, the way, the truth, and the life – the single door through which all must walk for eternal life.  I agree with my most conservative friends on all these things.

But I part ways with those same friends, sometimes, when it comes to an understanding of how we live these things out in the real world.  In my last post, I began a conversation which I’ll continue next week regarding creation, science, and how we read the first chapters of Genesis.  Today, I ponder another challenging issue, namely how Christ followers relate to the cultural practices of non-Christian cultures.  For example, today I visited my friend, the acupuncture doctor, for the 2nd day in a row.  This man, born and raised in China, lives and works very close to the church I pastor and has, in fact, visited a few times in the past.  We became friends, and as a result, I visited him five years ago when I had a stubborn cough that was slow to heal.  After two visits the cough was gone.

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Seeing: the father of endurance

Mt. Lafayette is, by any Pacific Northwest standards, just a hill, topping off at a mere 5,249 feet.  It’s beautiful in it’s own right, but only a hill.  Still, the hike to to the summit is an exercise in endurance because most of the hike is shrouded in forest, save the few openings where one is able to see some remarkable granite walls (next time I’m bringing climbing gear).  The cocktail of steep sections, wet rocks, and warm air thick with humidity makes the journey a little boring.  Without the distractions of great views, the negative elements of sweat and bugs seem magnified, and I find myself asking, “Why am I doing this?” every 30 minutes or so.  As we near the delightful AMC hut, the trees thin out, and we enjoy the views.

We rest for a few minutes, and then ponder our next moves.  Reports say a storm is coming, but the summit is in clear view, just below the clouds.  My wife’s had enough but I tell that I can’t see something so close, so doable, and not continue the journey to the top.  So I leave my pack with her and travel ultralight to the summit, where I snap a few pics, before enjoying a theological conversation all the way back to the hut with a Jewish mystic who works for ATT by day, but whose passion is teaching meditation.  It was a delightful hike, and I was glad I summited because the journey revealed the relationship between seeing and endurance.  Had the top been shrouded in fog I, not knowing the area or the terrain, would have turned for home.  Seeing, it turns out, is mighty important. [Read more...]

Seeing: the father of endurance

Mt. Lafayette is, by any Pacific Northwest standards, just a hill, topping off at a mere 5,249 feet.  It’s beautiful in it’s own right, but only a hill.  Still, the hike to to the summit is an exercise in endurance because most of the hike is shrouded in forest, save the few openings where one is able to see some remarkable granite walls (next time I’m bringing climbing gear).  The cocktail of steep sections, wet rocks, and warm air thick with humidity makes the journey a little boring.  Without the distractions of great views, the negative elements of sweat and bugs seem magnified, and I find myself asking, “Why am I doing this?” every 30 minutes or so.  As we near the delightful AMC hut, the trees thin out, and we enjoy the views.

We rest for a few minutes, and then ponder our next moves.  Reports say a storm is coming, but the summit is in clear view, just below the clouds.  My wife’s had enough but I tell that I can’t see something so close, so doable, and not continue the journey to the top.  So I leave my pack with her and travel ultralight to the summit, where I snap a few pics, before enjoying a theological conversation all the way back to the hut with a Jewish mystic who works for ATT by day, but whose passion is teaching meditation.  It was a delightful hike, and I was glad I summited because the journey revealed the relationship between seeing and endurance.  Had the top been shrouded in fog I, not knowing the area or the terrain, would have turned for home.  Seeing, it turns out, is mighty important. [Read more...]