The Great Tragedy

There once was a man who was caught in sin. He was immediately taken to a meeting of Christians. Exposed before them all, he said nothing as each one of these Christians whipped him, jabbed him in the back, and spit on him. They condemned him, and left him in a gutter to soak up his tears. Somehow he managed to drag his wounded body back home. At least there his family tended to his wounds, washed him of his filth, and nursed him back to health. But he wasn't the same anymore. The more time that passed, the more hollow this man seemed. He was a kind man, and a hard worker. He had dreams like everyone else, but above all, it beame obvious that this man was seeking one thing. A safe place, where arms of compassion would welcome him home, where sweet mercy falls like rain, and where a band of brothers would fight for him and never leave him behind. He sought a place called grace.

And then this man received a chance to try again. He took it, but reluctantly, because all he wanted was that place. But his reluctance turned to hope when he heard rumors that this was that place. He tasted excitement when more and more people talked about something that sounded so strongly like this place. There he walked into another meeting of Christians with the memory of his stoning still weighing heavy on his heart. And much to his surprise, they listened to the account of his horrifying experience of being caught in sin and they accepted him. He was convinced that it would only be a matter of time before these men extended their arms of compassion to welcome him home, show him sweet mercy, and fight along side of him never to leave him behind.

While the men acted like they belonged to this place, this never happened. He excused their distance, and went on with life as he always knew it to be: hard, painful, and lonely. As the weeks passed, tears constantly filled the man's eyes. Reminders of this place called grace tormented his weak heart. He longed to meet Jesus, but he was trapped with strong men who maintained their distance. It was true, they had good excuses why the man wasn't welcomed into their safe place. One claimed it would be too awkward for himself if the man were included. Another feared that the leader would probably hurt the man instead of help him. Some were uncomfortable with sins being confessed. Others of them believed their culture couldn't handle it. Their women seemed perfect, and could not tolerate a man's weakness. This made these men afraid of letting a sinner into their safe place because their wives would never understand. And that's just it--they were afraid. They never tried. They went on with their lives as usual, and soon forgot all about him.

But months later, when they finally remembered the man, it was too late. The enemy attacked. He found the man in total isolation and ambushed him with accusation until he fell apart. The man fought back, but he was too weak, and he fell. His family agonized over this tragedy, but none of the people knew how to help them. They never learned how in Sunday School. They never were taught by their Teacher. So they did what they've always done: put on a smile, and pretend like everything's okay. And it worked. And don't worry, it really is okay. The man got to meet Jesus. And Jesus wrapped him in His arms of compassion, washed him with tears of joy, and welcomed him home. And there, in the arms of Jesus, he found the sweet mercy that fell like rain. There, he met his Band of Brothers who would never leave him behind. And the man was fully alive for the first time in his life. (and it was he to whom eternal life was given)

*I wrote this parable or story a year ago to express a deep longing in my heart for the church to put down the stones and unveil the A's we all wear deep inside. That longing was re-awakened tonight, and so I post it, yet again. My prayer is that someone will read this and consider what the Spirit wants us to become for the sake of one another in this battle of life. Or, will we continue to hide, and pretend, while the world around us is destroyed.

"God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble." James 4:6
"If anyone says, 'I love God,' yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen." 1 John 4:20
see John 8:1-11

Saints not Sinners, Part 1

11 In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus. 12 Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its evil desires. 13 Do not offer the parts of your body to sin, as instruments of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God, as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer the parts of your body to him as instruments of righteousness. 14 For sin shall not be your master, because you are not under law, but under grace. (romans 6:11-14)

Have you ever taken time out of your busy schedule to offer yourself to God as one who has been brought from death to life and the parts of your body as instruments of righteousness? What if this were to be taken literally, and not merely figuratively. I mean, it would seem to me that we physically let sin reign in our mortal bodies, obeying its evil desires. Do you agree? When I allow my eyes to linger on a presumptuous woman in a television commercial or add in the mall, I am physically letting sin reign in my body. When I sin in any way, I am making a physical and spiritual decision. I've learned that it will never get any easier or better. The decision will always exist. However, if I live life trying to defeat sin, then I will be fighting the wrong battle. Ephesians 6 seems to indicate that the battle is not with flesh and blood, but rather a spritual war in heavenly places, one fought in spirit and in the mind. I think we have a lot to learn about spiritual things in our day and age. Because I think the Spirit is more involved in this battle than I've been taught in church. What if I sat still for a little while and contemplated in my heart, mind, and spirit my position in Christ, before literally, physically, and spiritually offering my body to God as one who has been brought from death to life. What do you think? Am I off my rocker? Are you merely fighting the sin in your life, or you engaged in an intimate, love relationship with God and opening yourself to the work of the Spirit in your life?

A Tragedy

There once was a man who was caught in sin. He was immediately taken to a meeting of Christians. Exposed before them all, he said nothing as each one of these Christians whipped him, jabbed him in the back, and spit on him. They condemned him, and left him in a gutter to soak up his tears. Somehow he managed to drag his wounded body back home. At least there his family tended to his wounds, washed him of his filth, and nursed him back to health. But he wasn't the same anymore. The more time that passed, the more hollow this man seemed. He was a kind man, and a hard worker. He had dreams like everyone else, but above all, it became obvious that this man was seeking one thing. A safe place, where arms of compassion would welcome him home, where sweet mercy falls like rain, and where a band of brothers would fight for him and never leave him behind. He sought a place called grace. And then this man received a chance to try again. He took it relunctantly because all he wanted was that place. But his reluctance turned to hope when he heard rumors that this was that place. He tasted excitement when more and more people talked about something that sounded so strongly like this place. There he walked into another meeting of Christians with the memory of his stoning still weighing heavy on his heart. And much to his surprise, they listened to the account of his horrifying experience of being caught in sin and they accepted him. He was convinced that it would only be a matter of time before these men extended their arms of compassion to welcome him home, show him sweet mercy, and fight along side of him never to leave him behind. While the men acted like they belonged to this place, this never happened. He excused their distance, and went on with life as he always knew it to be: hard, painful, and lonely. As the weeks passed, tears constantly filled the man's eyes. Reminders of this place called grace tormented his weak heart. He longed to meet Jesus, but he was trapped with strong men who maintained their distance. It was true, they had good excuses why the man wasn't welcomed into their safe place. One claimed it would be too awkward for himself if the man were included. Another feared that the leader would probably hurt the man instead of help him. Some were uncomfortable with sins being confessed. Others of them believed their culture couldn't handle it. Their women seemed perfect, and could not tolerate a man's weakness. This made these men afraid of letting a sinner into their safe place because their wives would never understand. And that's just it--they were afraid. They never tried. They went on with their lives as usual, and soon forgot all about him. But months later, when they remembered the man, it was too late. The enemy attacked. He found the man in total isolation and ambushed him with accusation until he fell apart. The man fought back, but he was too weak, and he fell. His family agonized over this tragedy, but none of the people knew how to help them. They never learned how in Sunday School. They never were taught by their Teacher. So they did what they've always done: put on a smile, and pretend like everything was okay. And it worked. And don't worry, it really is okay. The man got to meet Jesus. And Jesus wrapped him in His arms of compassion, washed him with tears of joy, and welcomed him home. And there, in the arms of Jesus, he found the sweet mercy that fell like rain. There, he met his Band of Brothers who would never leave him behind. And the man was fully alive for the first time in his life. (and it was he to whom eternal life was given)

"God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble." James 4:6
"If anyone says, 'I love God,' yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen." 1 John 4:20
see John 8:1-11