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.





How Mohammed helped me accept the Trinity

9 08 2011

To believe in God as He presents Himself in the Bible is an act not of understanding but of submission. Here is an odd way I came to see this more clearly…

On a lengthy plane ride not long ago, I had a good conversation with a guy I now consider a friend. His name is Mohammed, not THE prophet of Islam, but a Muslim adherent. He and I, a follower of Jesus (Isa in the Qur’an) had a stimulating dialog about Isa and God being one.

When we think of God using only our limited minds, we cannot fathom Him. But “God is the greatest” (Allah Akbar) and of another kind than us, so we should not be surprised that we cannot fully understand Him. That is why Jesus had to come to earth. He revealed Himself and the Father and the Holy Spirit. God is so great that He has loving fellowship eternally within Himself, three persons, each divine, together one God. To believe in this Tri-une (three-in-one) God, accepting Him as one yet three, requires faith beyond knowledge. Even to believe in God as He presents Himself in the Bible is an act not of understanding but of submission (Submission is the first pillar of Islam, and an expression of Love in the Bible).

Here is what my friend Mohammed helped me to see. If I say God cannot be three but must only be one, then I am insisting that God conform to my requirements. After all, a God who is strictly one is acceptable to my way of thinking. Conversely, I can understand there being three Gods, for I can then merely set the three in a row and pray to each of them according to their preferences. Hindus make this system work for 330 million gods, so the multiplicity of gods is acceptable to the human brain.

So the mind readily understands one God, three gods, or millions of them. These concepts do not require a submission of my heart and mind to a reality I cannot comprehend. No, they are very palatable to my natural way of thinking.

Only the God of the Bible asks me to surrender my heart and mind to the highest concept of God, one that rises above human understanding, and asks me to accept God as He is, not as I define or understand Him. Yes, even the belief in such a God, three in one, is a profound act of faith which is the first step in pleasing Him, and the first step in receiving all the benefits of knowing Him forever. For He invites us to join the loving fellowship within Himself for all time and eternity, not as gods ourselves, but as sons and daughters who inherit His Kingdom and worship Him forever.

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A prayer to remember

10 05 2011

It was on our last day of meetings in Ethiopia that I had an experience I will never forget. During our closing prayer time, all the church leaders were praying and we who had come from the States to teach were moving among them laying hands on them and praying for them individually. The day fell on my father’s birthday and I had been mindful of his legacy on my life all day, especially since I was in Africa teaching the Word of God, two ways in which my life intersects so deeply with my dad who passed away two years ago.

So I was praying for men one by one as I moved from the back of the sanctuary when I came to an older man praying to himself. I laid my hands on his shoulders from behind and suddenly a strange sensation came over me. In my mind, I felt as if I was praying for my own father. Emotion began to well up within me as I suddenly missed dad so much. I prayed for the Ethiopian man, for his family and ministry. It was cathartic as I felt like I was being given a chance to touch my dad and pray for him. The experience seemed to transpire somewhere between earth and heaven. I even prayed that this man would greet my dad in heaven when they were both there together!

After this, I needed to move on to pray for others. Tears were now flowing, and I wanted to hug this man. I needed to hug him, and when I did, I wept like a child, tears running down my face, my body jerking slightly with crying. We held each other for a couple minutes, tightly. He knew I was weeping, and began to pray for me in English. I’m sure he wondered why this guest speaker from America was so emotional! But I felt God was strongly in that episode, and gave me a gift to treasure.

When our team had finished praying for all the participants, we took our  seats again and the chairman asked some of the Ethiopians to come up and lay their hands on us and pray. Several did this, and it was a great encouragement as I sought to regain my composure. But God had a double blessing for me. I heard that familiar voice, and felt on my shoulder and arm the hands of that same older man who had made his way from the back to touch my life one last time. When he finished praying, I placed my hand on his and squeezed my profound thanks for the unexpected gift God had given me, His son, in Ethiopia.





I met a guy named Miracle

30 04 2011

The most extraordinary people are seldom on the evening news. They are hidden from the limelight, humbly going about their daily routine. This is especially the case in the family of God.

On my recent trip to Ethiopia, I met one such remarkable person who told me this story.

My mother had five daughters. From a one-night encounter with a man she didn’t love and never saw again, a boy was born. That boy was me. My mother did not want me, so she tried to abort me. Nine times she drank poison to try to abort me, but nine times she was not successful. I was born anyway.

After she gave birth to me, my mother left me in a box to die. Someone came along later, found the box with me in it–dead. They picked up the box and were carrying it to a place for my burial. On the way, I woke up.

I was raised by one of my sisters and, for whatever reason, I had been given a name meaning “evil.” At age seven I was playing and I suddenly heard a whisper in my ear saying, “Your name is Miracle.” From that day onward, I took the name Miracle.

Some time later I saw a vision of a gold chain coming down from heaven and lifting me up from the flames of hell. I knew it was God who wanted to save me, so I believed in Jesus.

A while passed. By now I was working, driving a horse-drawn cart. While standing on my cart, I heard a voice that no one else heard. It was the same voice that renamed me. This time Jesus said, “You are mine. I want you to serve me.”

So now I am an evangelist. I love to share the gospel about Jesus’ love and sacrifice for our sins. Often times when I am preaching, I feel the fire of God in my belly and it makes me so thankful for the privilege of serving God.

I know this story may seem far-fetched to some people but there was a believability in the way Miracle told it. Perhaps skepticism of such experiences stems not so much from their rarity as it does from the rationalistic worldview that has infected our thinking in the west.

I got to thinking about new names. Perhaps Jesus still gives new names because He has received so many Himself. In one of His last recorded statements (Revelation 22:13–again in a whispered vision to the Apostle John), Jesus said, “I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last.”

These names exude might. I am the initiator and the completer. I was there before anything was and I’ll be your guide through to the end. I’m primary. I’m ultimate.

Just the kind of Lord who would name a young boy Miracle!

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