Showing posts with label eyes of Jesus. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 14, 2010

March 14, 2010, "From Now On"

2 Corinthians 5:16-21


Things change.
And I’m glad they do.
Because a change of scenery does a body good.
We take a vacation to see some new scenery.
We read a book to find a new idea, and change the scenery of our mind.
A change of scenery does a body good!

And Christ is a huge change of scenery for all of us.
Everything old has passed away … everything has become new.

From now on, Paul writes.

From this moment onward …
Because of Christ …
The Bethlehem Baby.
The boy in the temple.
The young rabbi baptized by John in the Jordan River.
The teacher of the fisherman.
The stiller of storms.
The healer of broken bodies and broken dreams.
The Man of Sorrows who bears the burdens of the world.
Christ in Pilate’s courtroom.
Christ on the Cross.
Christ in the Tomb.
Christ risen from the dead.
Christ ascended to glory, and from thence he shall come to judge the living and the dead!

Jesus Christ our LORD.

From now on …
We regard no one from a human point of view.

What an odd thing to say!
Is there any other way to regard one another?
Aren’t we all human?
All so human?

What is Paul getting at?

First, let me say a few things about Paul:
No one has ever understood grace better than Paul.
No one has ever grasped the power and the glory of Jesus Christ better than the Apostle Paul.
Others are equal to Paul, but no one exceeds Paul.

When Paul speaks, we do well to listen.

From now on, say Paul.
From this moment forward.
From this point in time,
We regard no one from a human point of view.

It helps if we understand something about the Corinthians to whom Paul was writing.
Forty miles southwest of Athens.
An important city, diverse and cosmopolitan.
A cultural and commercial hub.
A city known for its artisans.
A colony city – a special relationship to Rome.
Like Park City, Utah, Corinth was known as “Sin City,” what with all of its sailors and a transient population of immigrants from all over the Empire.
“What happens in Corinth stays in Corinth.”
And like the rest of the Empire, the city was dominated by a steep social pyramid: a few at the top, and many more on the bottom, with an educated business class in between.
An ancient writer characterized Corinth as a city without charm and not the least convivial, in spite of its wealth and privilege … a tough town, if you will.
With plenty of religion.
Archeologists have found temples, altars and shrines all over the city.

By the way, there was no church as we would think of it … no Covent on the Corner … no steeples and no stained glass windows – the church of those days was house churches – Christians gathered in homes, often times in the homes of the wealthy, who had the room and the servants to help.
House churches … ten or fifteen house churches.
For the first three centuries, the Christian Church had no buildings anywhere.

But they had their issues.
Someone said to me years ago, I wish we could just have Jesus. Why does the church have so many issues?
Yes, we have Jesus, don’t we?
But Jesus has us.
Here’s the church, see the steeple,
Open the door and see all the people.
And like Pogo observed, We have met the enemy, and he is us.

What’s the problem?
We have eyes, don’t we!
And the eye is always a problem!

Oh my, he’s soooo good looking!
Look how skinny she is!
Wow, they must have money.
Can you imagine how big their home is?
Good grief, did ya’ see the car he’s driving?
Look at his watch.
Yikes, did ya’ see the rock on her finger?

The eye is always a problem, isn’t it?
It’s sometimes said, The first impression is … what? … yeah, the last impression.
And if that’s the case, we’re missing a lot of life.
There’s more to everything than the first glance.

First impression?
Mother Teresa … a tiny wrinkly old lady, going about the streets of Calcutta early in the morning, caring for the sick and picking up the bodies of the dead.
Nelson Mandela behind bars for 27 years …
The kid checking out your groceries.
The man picking up your garbage.

The eye is a problem, isn’t it?
We see friends where there are none … like folks saw Bernie Madoff and his get-rich schemes … lots of people saw dollar signs and thought they could find Easy Street.
The eye is a problem, isn’t it?
We see people and call them stranger.
We see people and label them outsider.
We call them enemies.
The eye is far from reliable!

In the movie, “Avatar,” the Na’vi greet one another by saying, I see you!”
I love that expression.
I see you …
I see you, not just a kid behind the counter.
I see you, not just a garbage man, but a human being.
I SEE YOU!

I led Bible study Wednesday night at First United Methodist Church, Hawthorne – fascinating church … the pastor is Hispanic, a former missionary in Bolivia and Brazil … her congregation made up of Caucasians, Hispanics and Tongans … they have their issues, but as one of them said to me, It’s kinda fun figuring out who the outsider is … we’re all outsiders!

The eye is a problem!
And right into the church it all comes.

Several things seemed to plague the Corinthian Church.
One of the issues, tongue speaking …
The ecstatic gift of the Holy Spirit.
Have you ever heard tongue speaking?
It IS one of the gifts of the Holy Spirit.
But like any gift, some thought it was the best gift.
The most important gift.
If you could speak in tongues, you were on top of the spiritual heap.
You were a graduate-school Christian.
Ya’ had a leg up on the others.
And others had to look up to you.
You had arrived … you were super-Christian!

The other problem was money and privilege.
The Golden Rule.
You know what the Golden Rule is, don’t you?
Those with all the gold make all the rules.
Paul cautions the wealthy to be mindful.
When you come together, be mindful about Widow Brown who can afford only hot dogs and lives in a tiny house on the wrong side of the street.
Be mindful – be modest – be careful.

There were plenty of other issues, too.

Makes Paul’s letters to the Corinthians fascinating reading …
If anything could go wrong, it went wrong in Corinth.
I imagine Paul laboring long and hard over every word he writes - every phrase – How can I say it? How can I reach them?
Paul writes with passion and with love.
Paul wants Corinth to get it right.
Do it well.
Paul wants want Corinth to know the love and the glory of Jesus Christ!

From now one, writes Paul.
It isn’t about the eye, and how we appear to one another, it’s all about the heart and our common love for one another, because Christ loves us.

It’s not about you, says Paul, it’s about Jesus Christ.

Rick Warren’s book, The Purpose Driven Life, begins with those startling words: It’s not about you!

Like a friend of mine said, tongue in cheek, Well, if it isn’t about ME, what IS it about?

It is all about Jesus Christ.

For the love of Christ urges us on, because we are convinced that one has died for all; therefore all have died. And he died for all, so that those who live might live no longer for themselves, but for him who died and was raised for them [vs. 15].

There is no greater transformation of life then when we step into the light of Christ and begin our journey anew.
When we shift from self to Christ.
From the eye to the heart.
And begin to see one another in the light of Christ our LORD!

Think of it as a healing!

We need to be healed of our spiritual maladies!
Our eyes need to be healed, so that we can see one another with the eyes of Christ.
Our hands need to be healed, so that we can open them to one another and give freely of what is ours.
Our feet need to be healed, so that we can walk in the ways of Christ, and even run sometimes, and run hard!
Our mouths need to be healed, so that we can speak truth to one another, and do so with love.
Our emotions need to be healed, so that we can meet the challenges of life with the tools of faith, hope and love, rather than anxiety, anger and selfishness.
Our memories need to be healed, so that we can set aside old wounds and bitter thoughts.
Our hearts need to be healed, so that we can receive the love of God and pass it on to others.
Our ears need to be healed, so that we can hear the Word of God!
Our souls need to be healed, so that we can get on with real life, loving God with all that we are, and loving our neighbor as we love ourselves.

We need healing.
The healing of God!
Without the healing of God, we blunder on.
Trying this and doing that.
Flitting about like butterflies, from one pretty flower to another.
Yet always hungry.
Never satisfied.
Edgy and wary.
Living by the eye.
Regarding one another from a human point of view.

Paul says.
Stop it!
Stop it right now.
Stop, look and listen!
Turn your eyes to Jesus.

Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.

No wonder Lent is such a challenge.
Lent isn’t about giving up chocolate or HBO.
Lent is a turning point in our life.
Take the high road.
Not the low.
Choose the best.
Not the easiest.
Reach high and stretch far.
That our eyes could see the world as Jesus sees it!

From now on!

Are you with me on this?
I know that you are!

Amen and Amen!

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Eyes - March 2, 2008

John 9

A little boy came home from school one day and asked, “Mom, where did I come from?”

After clearing her throat and gathering her wits, Mom launched into an elaborate description of human reproduction.

Jimmy listened politely, and when Mom was done, he said, “Oh, I was just wondering, because Susie comes from Pasadena and Johnny from Seattle.”

The disciples ask Jesus, “Who sinned?”

Was it his parents?

Was it something this man did while still in the womb?

Wonder how the blind man felt.
Hearing all this talk about sin … amazing, how easily we talk about someone’s suffering … “Oh, did you hear, Brent lost his job? Wonder what he did?”

“Susie’s getting a divorce. She should’ve never married that man.”

“Brad didn’t get into Stanford. He should’ve known better to even apply.”

We look at a homeless man on a bus bench, and silently scold him for being so lazy.

We look at the kid in jail and would love to sit him down for a good lecture.

How easily we talk about someone else’s suffering.

It’s their fault, isn’t it? We would never be so foolish, would we!

It’s called attribution theory:

If we find ourselves in a scrape, it’s not our fault – it’s that stupid boss of ours, that selfish spouse who doesn’t understand; it’s our children who drive us nuts; our parents who make life miserable; the teacher never gives me a break; my dog ate the homework, the devil made me do it, and the 405 was jammed.

Yet if we’re on the top of the game - well, it’s because we worked so hard … we studied the charts and made the right investments … we’re good at what we do; some people are born great, and I just ran harder than everyone else.

Attribution theory …

“Who sinned, this man or his parents?”

But Jesus couldn’t care less about such questions.
He doesn’t play the blame game.

He doesn’t find fault.

It’s not the cause; it’s the care!

When God visited Adam and Eve in the Garden at the time of the evening breeze, to have a mint julep with them – but when God learned how it all went south with sin, God didn’t muck around with causes and reasons … no scolding or moral grandstanding … just mercy.

Things changed, all right … the sweet became sour; the light dimmed – but the last moment before Adam and Eve leave the Garden, God becomes a tailor; God stitches durable clothing … it’s not the cause, but the care!

Speaking of Adam and Eve …

Little Johnny’s Sunday School class were learning how God created human beings.

Little Johnny was very intent when the teacher told him how Eve was created out of one of Adam's ribs.

Later in the week, his mother noticed him lying down as though he were ill, and asked, "Johnny, what’s the matter?"

Little Johnny responded, "I have a pain in my side. I think I'm going to have a wife."

Verlyn Klinkenborg writes about his horse, Ida … one day, Ida comes to the barn with a horrible neck wound – deep and frightening.

The vet is called … anxious moments … the vet arrives – finds a vein after a few tries, gives a sedative … Ida keeps her legs, but her head sags into Klinkenborg’s arms; later that night, his arms still shake from the strain.
The vet shaves the wound, flushes it … lots of stitches later, the wound is closed.

They searched the pasture for what might have caused the ugly would … but nothing could be found … “a mystery wound,” said the vet. “All too common” (New York Times, Feb. 19, 2008).

Who sinned, this man or his parents?

A mystery wound … all too common.

It’s not the cause that counts … it’s the care … the flushing of the wound; the stitches … the love and comfort … holding someone’s sagging heart … taking a hand and going for a beach walk … a cup of coffee when you don’t have the time; a long phone call when you’d just as soon go to bed … keeping Kleenix at hand because your friend will shed a lot of tears.

Jesus heals the man … he spits into the dust to make a poultice of mud …

What in the world is He doing?

Jesus is re-imaging the creation story … when God gathered up a fist full of dust and dirt and fashioned a little critter called human …

But there’s more to the story … this was the Sabbath Day … Sabbath work was forbidden … making the poultice, like kneading dough, that’s a no-no!

Jesus could’ve said the word, and the man would have been healed, but Jesus never misses a chance to tweak the noses of the know-it-alls.

He kneads the dirt like a ball of dough … and tells the man to go wash … and the know-it-alls launch an investigation.
If this were a film, it would be a Laurel and Hardy episode, Keystone cops and Harold Lloyd … falling all over each other to get the goods on Jesus.

As far as they’re concerned, Jesus is a sinner … pure, plain and simple …

He broke the law … that’s what counts …

As for that blind man – must be a mistake.

The parents are called in several times … “Ask our son” they say.

The man is called in and questioned again … joking with them, he says, “What, you want to become his disciples, too?”

They hurl insults at him …

Did they call him names?
Dodo?
Dumbbell?
Dimwit, dunce or dummy?

Did they insult his mother?

Your momma's so stupid, she ordered sushi well done.

Your momma’s so ugly, she made an onion cry.

Na nah na nah na naaah …

The man tries to tell his story … “one thing I know: I was blind but now I see. Only a man of God could have done this for me.”

“What do you know about God?”
“You’re steeped in sin.”
“How dare you lecture us.”
And they threw him out!

The Pharisees had their noses all out of joint because Jesus did it on a Sabbath Day …

Not the man … not the need.
Not the hurt … not the deed.

Just the day.

Majoring in minors.
Minoring in majors.

Been there, done that.

Haven’t you?

When our children were growing up, Donna and I’d get all upset about clothes strewn on the floor or dirt tracked into the house.

And ever so often, Donna and I would set ourselves down and give ourselves a good talking to … “Hey, these are great kids we have; let’s not lose sight of the big picture – we love them, and they love us, and things are just fine, and we can put up with the small things, because the big things are in great shape!”

The story line is simple: People count more than anything else.

The story asks a simple question: Who’s really blind here?

So many of the New Testament stories pose the same question: Who’s blind? Who can see?

A reminder to us who’ve spent years in the church … religion can be the cause of spiritual blindness!

“We have Moses,” they said! “We know the lay of the land; we know what’s up, but as for this Jesus fellow, we have no idea where he comes from.”

Now let’s be perfectly honest … let’s rewrite the script …

“I’m a pastor; I’ve got a doctorate. I was born in a Christian family; reared in the Reformed tradition – best schools, best teachers; I read Hebrew and Greek; I know the lay of the land.”

That, and 4 1/2 bucks gets me a double latte at the Coffee Beanery.

So where do you fit into the script?

“I’m an elder; I’ve been an elder four terms. I was born into a Presbyterian family; I’ve been a member here 50 years. I know that I know.”

I’ve been a Sunday School teacher … a Deacon, a choir member …

We’ve all been there … claiming the high ground of experience and knowledge … our pedigree, our seniority … the temptation of longevity … we know who’s in and we know who’s out … who’s been naughty and who’s been nice.

And we’ve all had to change our minds, haven’t we? But thank God for the ability to change our minds!
Every change of mind, we grow a little – boundaries pushed back; we see more clearly … the bigger picture – the man born blind: it’s not the cause; it’s the care!

The story is a reminder to pray for healing … our healing, the healing of our eyes …

Let this be our promise today:

I will take the time and make the effort to care!
I will have less of myself and more of God.
I will restrain my tendency to judge.
I will care for those with mystery wounds.
I will release God’s mercy.
I will have the eyes of Christ!

Amen!