Your Life is a Parable of Christ (My Passion Story, part 6)

10 09 2011

Our passion stories are living parables on display. As we follow Jesus, people can see a rendition of the core of Jesus’ supreme accomplishment–death, burial and resurrection.

There are three realities about parables to recall here.

First, a parable teaches a simple truth in the form of a common experience. Your Passion story is one such experience, through which Jesus is telling His story. I think if Jesus explained your Passion story to seekers, He would say something like this. The death in the story is the way my child reminds the world that I suffered and died for all. The burial my child is enduring reflects the seeming hopelessness of My grave. But the resurrection in My child’s story shows that I live and desire to share My life with all who will receive it.

Second, only a few understand the meaning of parables. Many or most don’t grasp their meaning even when seeing or hearing them plainly. That’s because understanding can only be granted by God (Mark 4:11). So when people don’t grasp the significance of our Passion story, we should not be surprised or discouraged. God will use our story to reveal Himself to those He desires.

Third, those who are granted understanding of a parable are given even more truth, while those who don’t understand grow increasingly resistant (Mark 4:24-25). I am continually amazed at how some people light up at the Passion concept while others don’t seem to resonate with it. It is incredibly sad that some don’t hear the truth of the parable. However, for those of us who have an “aha!” response, we should expect even deeper insight as we see the Passion story cropping up in many areas of life.

Paul explained the meaning of his Passion parable this way, “[we are] struck down but not destroyed — always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body” (2 Cor. 4:9b-10). To a greater or lesser degree, that is the story of all of us who portray, in living reality, the Passion of the Christ.

Have you ever sat down to consider the main elements of your Passion story? It might encourage you to reflect on the primary way Jesus has manifested His resurrection in your life experience. Consider these questions:

What is the primary way in which I died a kind of death?

Out of that experience, what is the primary way I endured a kind of burial?

Finally, what is the primary way I then enjoyed an increased display of the risen Jesus in my life?

Why not take some time to write down the key elements of your Passion story?  It is perhaps the main way in which your life announces the gospel.





Hearing the Hard Words of the Risen Christ (My Passion Story, part 5)

8 09 2011

Since God is continually retelling the Passion of Christ through us, we see Jesus manifesting Himself increasingly in our understanding. One of the ways I have experienced this in recent years is seeing Jesus stretch me with greater truths. When this began to happen, I realized I had been passing over teachings that I couldn’t relate to. I needed to stop carving off the rough edges of Jesus. Here is one example.

I had always thought I obeyed this teaching in Luke 14:7ff, “so He told a parable to those who were invited, when He noted how they chose the best places, saying to them: ‘When you are invited by anyone to a wedding feast, so not sit down in the best place, lest one more honorable than you be invited by him.”  As I say, I have normally tried to take a lower place, not seeking to draw attention to myself. But recently I realize I have applied this to certain areas while overlooking it in others.

For example, in a conversation, I will not mention some of my accomplishments so as not to brag. (Okay, I may hope the person asks me so I can humbly tell them all I’ve done and the places I’ve been, but at least I don’t start the conversation saying, “Hi I’m Bob, let me tell you how terrific I am…!) But a while ago Lyn and I were trying to choose a place to live. Formerly we would have looked strictly at the best value for the money, based on location, size, and condition. But God led us to pray for a specific house in a specific neighborhood, one with people we can help, one with a diversity of ethnic peoples, where we could live humbly and allow Jesus to live through us. That may not seem like much to you, but I believe it is one way the risen Jesus is demonstrating a bit more of Himself in us.

Here’s another Jesus-truth with a rough edge that I have normally slighted. In fact, I don’t know that I have fulfilled this verse more than five times in my life, even though I was a missionary in Africa: “Then He also said to him who invited Him, ‘when you give a dinner or a supper, do not ask your friends, your brothers, your relatives, nor rich neighbors, lest they also invite you back, and you be repaid. But when you give a feast, invite the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind. And you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you; for you shall be repaid at the resurrection of the just” (Luke 14:12-14).

This is hard. I am supposed to invite to my table people who are so disabled that they spoil my dinner. People who are so different than me, who are so suspicious or jealous of me, that I can feel their resentment. And this isn’t to be wieners on white bread. This is to be a feast!

It dawned on me that if I always surround myself with family and friends who are like me, who have about as much money and education as me, who share my political leanings, who believe in my God, and agree with my theology…it will be very hard to fulfill this command.

Last time I was in Kenya the Lord prompted me to take action.

What a feast we had together!

I shared this passage with the small group that had traveled with me and said God had given me an idea. The previous day we had visited a slum in Nairobi and met with a group of women affected by AIDS. They rarely had a feast. So we invited them all to a nice hotel and put on a buffet the likes of which none of them had ever seen. The women who shared the table with me said they rarely if ever get meat! You should have seen their faces as they enjoyed the food, and took some home to their young children. It was the highlight of my trip.

What is the point? Out of our Passion stories, Jesus reveals more of Himself. He gives us more insight and conforms us more into the way He would act.

Think about something Jesus has taught you as a result of a death-burial-resurrection experience you have had.





I Experienced a Kind of Resurrection (My Passion Story, part 4)

5 09 2011

God is God of miracles, and His favorite miracle is resurrection.

And that’s a good thing, because the main thing the unbelievers around us want to see is resurrection. They’ve heard about it. Now they want to know if Christians really believe in it.

But what kinds of resurrection happen in our lives today? There is a verse that explains one aspect very well for me: “We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted but not forsaken, struck down but not destroyed–always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body” (2 Cor. 4:8-10).

As we go through challenging seasons which resemble death, and as we endure times that are like burial, God proceeds to show us ways to demonstrate that the resurrected Christ is living in and through us. It is not always that the sickness is healed, the job found, or the boy gets the girl. What matters is that Jesus takes a greater place in our lives and reveals His power and character in us, for others to see.

Let me tell you about a couple ways resurrection has happened to me as a result of the earlier parts of my Passion story. God has established our whole family in a deeper faith. The risen Christ has manifested Himself more and more to my wife and two daughters, and now to our son-in-law. Sometimes I am amazed that I can have a discussion about a Scriptural truth or about discovering God’s will with these members of my family whom I love so much. We can pray together, not just perfunctory prayers, but deep searching prayers about real life issues.

I also see my wife delighting in God, spending an hour or more in His Word and prayer every morning. Then she gets on email and encourages family and friends, most of whom are going through deep waters. God has given her a special expression of Christ, because she herself went through deep waters and found God faithful. She was struck down but not destroyed.  She carried about in her body the dying of Jesus, and now the life of Jesus is being manifested in and through her amazingly!

God the Father loves to show off His Son. What better reason to demonstrate through us that Jesus is truly risen again!





I Endured a Kind of Burial (My Passion Story, part 3)

3 09 2011

God loves to have us wait. In fact, it is likely that right now you are waiting for something to happen, and God is saying “Wait.” I believe that God uses waiting in the life of His children as much or more than any other tool in His toolkit.

I large part of my passion story involves waiting. My wife took a long time to heal. She was puffed up on prednisone for a long, long time. And my ministry didn’t resume for a long, long time. I got an opportunity to do some Bible teaching on the radio, but it faltered and didn’t work out. I had to resign. Disappointment!

My daughters (then 17 and 15) also struggled big time with the aftermath of what had happened to us as a family. They missed Kenya and all their friends. They struggled with living in the USA, unable to find friends who could relate to their big view of the world. Together we all grieved and struggled with depression. To drive toward the hospital seemed like returning to prison. The days were long and dark–like a tomb.

It’s ironic: We all spend an inordinate amount of time in tomb-like experiences, where we can only wait on God to do something…to give a job, to heal a relationship, to reveal His will. Yet we are not very good at handling burial times. One friend put it this way: We don’t have a theology for Saturday. Jesus died on a Friday, and we know a bit about suffering and hardship. Jesus rose on Sunday, and we love to talk about resurrection. But Saturday? We aren’t so good at dwelling in our tomb, handling grief, loss, and delay.

Judging from experience, God considers it essential that we learn to wait. Remember when Lazarus was sick and sisters Mary and Martha called for Jesus to come heal him? Remember what Jesus did? He waited two days before responding. By the time He arrived, Lazarus had died. Mary and Martha were disappointed and upset.

But what do we learn? Jesus deliberately waited because the delay produced a greater miracle that brought Him more glory. Instead of a healing the people saw a resurrection!

The reason God made our family wait, and the reason He is making you wait, is because He intends to do something more glorious than you are currently hoping for.

Be encouraged by this: You story cannot end in the tomb. That is impossible, because of the very character of God.

And that leads to the best part…





I Died a Kind of Death (My Passion Story, part 2)

1 09 2011

I have a wonderful wife named Lyn, and two terrific daughters  Lauren and Heather. I even have a wonderful son-in-law, Peter who married Lauren. I was a pastor in California for eight years. Then God burdened our hearts with the challenge to go to Kenya and train pastors who had not gotten a chance to go to Bible school. So we went, and stayed there for 10 years, from 1990 to 2000. Those were great (and challenging) years we will never forget!

Toward the end of that time, Lyn was feeling progressively weak. The week before we left she was in the hospital in Nairobi to try to get enough strength for the journey to the States. We managed to get her on the plane and barely made it back to San Francisco before she passed out or even passed away. A couple of months later Lyn was diagnosed with acute leukemia. Chemotherapy did not quickly rid her body of the cancer, so she received a bone marrow transplant from her sister Cindy. (This is a very short version of events!)

To use a bit of understatement, this was a hugely difficult ordeal for the whole family. Lyn had some complications. She was in the hospital for 10 different stays, involving 144 days. But she survived, and is doing fine today!

But this was all a death-like experience for our family. We basically had to release her to whatever God chose to do, for the outcome was out of anyone’s hands, except His.

At the same time my ministry had to die. I was taking care of my wife and daughters. All my energies went into that, and I did not have time or concentration to have any ministry among church leaders. Each of our family members also died a kind of death: Lyn with her terrible fight for life, Lauren and Heather with their confusion about whether their mom would live (not to mention adjusting to life in the USA which they no longer identified with).

One lesson I learned was not to pay much attention to the medical percentages they tell you. Lyn was given a certain percentage chance of dying from the transplant. Then she had a certain percentage chance of not surviving the exposure to germs, having no immune system. One day God spoke to me very clearly and said: I only want you to pay attention to one percentage–that I am 100% in control. (God continued…) If I choose to heal, it will happen 100% no matter how hopeless the doctors are. And no matter how good a percentage the doctors give, she will only get better if I say so. So trust Me 100%.

I decided that would be my approach, and Lyn heartily agreed.

That is what the crucified life is…when you place yourself 100% into the control and care of God.  When you have such a death-like experience, commit yourself into the hands of God 100%. There is a peace in that place that is indescribable.

Next I’ll describe my burial-like experience.