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Bring along a God Box

[box] “… and Israel was badly beaten – about 4,000 soldiers left dead on the field. When the troops returned to camp, Israel’s elders said, “Why has God given us such a beating today by the Philistines? Let’s go to Shiloh and get the Chest of God’s Covenant. It will accompany us and save us from the grip of our enemies.” (1 Samuel 4:3) [/box]

After a particularly bad battle, the Israelites went home defeated and confused – why did God let them lose? Someone had the great idea, then, to make sure God would be on their side. They fetched the Chest of God’s Covenant (the “ark” for you traditional scripture-readers) and brought it with them to their war camp. When the chapel team arrived with the visible image of God’s presence in tow, the troops erupted in excitement. If God is for us, who can be against us, right?

The Philistines heard the ruckus and freaked out. They had heard about this God, the one that sent plagues upon Pharaoh and all of Egypt, the one that marched his people out of slavery. Someone probably gave a rousing speech in the locker room warning the soldiers to fight for their lives.

And they did. The Philistines obliterated the Israelites. The first battle left 4,000 dead on the field. The one where the God Box sat under a nearby tent saw 30,000 bodies at the end of the battle.

Why would God let his people be defeated? Don’t we read stories of victory in the Bible, especially when God is involved?

If we look later in these books, leaders like King David would often invoke the name of God into battle. Read on the books about the Kings and see David time and again asking, “God, if I go to battle, will you be with me?” and getting a response from God – yes. God’s presence will go before. This is the confidence preached in churches everywhere (because it’s true).

The Israelites never asked God. They never sought his wisdom, they never considered his will.

In 1 Samuel 4, the Israelites assume that they make God give them what they want. I suppose this is the difference between a living God and a box made of wood. You can march around with something that represents God’s presence, but that doesn’t guarantee God is in it.

How often do we mistake one for the other? We decide to go to battle and assume that if we bring the right scripture along or the dress up our intentions with the right theological words and ideas, then surely God will be for us.

We don’t get to drag God around like a puppy. We chase Him. We look to what He is doing in the world and we jump in. We’re God’s followers, not God’s leaders.

Discerning God’s will can be tricky stuff and passages like this add a layer of complexity. Yet they offer us safeguards from deciding that because we can put a Jesus Label on it, surely it is good and right. No, those passages that declare God will give us our desires and needs are prefaced with phrases like “seek ye first the Kingdom of God.” God guarantees he will not send us anywhere without His presence. Which is different from convincing God to come along to the next place you want to go.

Without God or Country

[box] “See your king comes to you, gentle and riding on a donkey…” [/box]

I’ve been in church on Palm Sunday close to as many years as I’ve been alive so I’ve heard the story before. Hosanna! Save us! The little ones parade around with branches of palms and we celebrate Jesus as our King.

Imagine Jerusalem, filled to the brim for the approaching holiday, akin to a mall on the Saturday before Christmas or a grocery store on Christmas Eve, but on religious steroids. Excitement for the feast gets multiplied when a huge crowd of people come marching into town shouting about someone who has come to save us.

[box] When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, “Who is this?” The crowd answered, “This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.” (Matthew 21:10-11)[/box]

I have to wonder about the crowds and the people. Who did they believe Jesus was saving them from?

The quick and easy answer is Rome – they were living in an occupied nation and desired freedom. Sure. Yes.

But, yet.

Just a chapter earlier.

[box] “We are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be delivered over to the chief priests and the teachers of the law.” (Matthew 20:18)[/box]

Passover wasn’t a political holiday. It was a religious one. Pilot cared about the festival because parking was limited and prices of lamb chops went sky high, not because it marked any kind of significance to his Fatherland or his personal faith. Passover came with solid religious ties and Jesus came to town knowing it was going to be a religious showdown. The Gentiles wouldn’t deal with him until after the Chief Priests and Pharisees had their way.

On this, our day of freedom, in a country founded largely (but not solely) on a quest to find freedom in religious practices, I have to wonder if I’m not the first – nay, the last – to feel pressed on both sides, finding solutions in neither corner. The polis offers a version of freedom in its own way, but not necessarily a satisfactory one, as evidenced earlier this week. Yet the voices from the religious elite are nothing short of suffocating.

With Jesus’ crowd in mind, I have to wonder if the social unrest we feel might blame our politics but be at fault with our religion.

I wonder if Jesus’ crowd coming into town that day included a bunch of misfits without a strong tie to the political or religious powerhouses. Folks whom Rome used for taxes and the religious leaders kept under thumb by reminding them how short they fell on God’s meter. Neither entity serving the people as intended.

Hosanna in the highest heaven.

 

What I was trying to say was…

I’ve inadvertently been walking through the book of Matthew lately, around the place where Jesus gets ready to head to Jerusalem and be crucified. Yesterday was Jesus reminding the sons of Zebedee (and their mother) that in his kingdom, the first will be last and the last, first. I can see by the bold header that tomorrow is the day Jesus comes to Jerusalem as a King – aka, Palm Sunday.

Wedged in here were this morning’s 5 verses:

[box] As Jesus and his disciples were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed him. Two blind men were sitting by the roadside, and when they heard that Jesus was going by, they shouted, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!” The crowd rebuked them and told them to be quiet, but they shouted all the louder, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!” Jesus stopped and called them. “What do you want me to do for you?” he asked. “Lord,” they answered, “we want our sight.” Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes. Immediately they received their sight and followed him.[/box]

Another healing story. They’re everywhere in the gospels. If Jesus wasn’t preaching or teaching, he was healing. A dead girl here, blind there. The lame guys at the pool. The one on the mat that interrupted his dinner party. Part of me wasn’t to surprised to read it and, honestly, my first instinct was not to give it so much thought.

Then I remembered how the Biblical writers didn’t toss out pithy blog posts, unlike yours truly. It was written with a purpose. Even more, things like time-order weren’t always the utmost priority. The way in which something was written gave it as much meaning as the words. So why would Matthew toss in this story, here, about a few blind dudes on the side of the road?

Was it about the place? They were leaving Jericho, on the way to Jerusalem for the Passover. Because the feast was a big deal, I’m guessing was a large percent of Jericho was also making the trip. Was it about the timing? Right before the big feast. Between a major, major lesson on servanthood in the Kingdom of God and Jesus’ walk to his death.

Or was it his company? “The crowd” is referred to numerous times, even the subject of sentences. The Crowd followed him out of town and was the first to hush the men alongside the road. It was only after making a bigger scene that Jesus heard them and responded. He called over – so they weren’t close.  I wonder if he could even see them.

Yesterday’s post stirred up all kinds of unintended thoughts and feelings. What I tried to say couldn’t be heard through the noise of healthcare, personal (or corporate) liberty and my love (and need) of the IUD. It was poorly done on my part. This morning’s reading is what I was trying to say.

On the way to live out the most important act of his life, Jesus didn’t loose sight of how his Kingdom operates. It didn’t come only through big, sweeping events but rather one by one and two by two – and those people either following him or returning to the village to tell others.

I have to wonder if Matthew tossed in these 5 verses because he knew the propensity of Jesus’ followers to get swept up in the march toward the capital, the excitement of a pending Kingdom reign, and we forget to look alongside the road. The largeness of our agenda ahead looms too large that these voices crying out for help – well, we just don’t have time for that. We have Kingdom work to do.

Changing the world is hard work. I’m thankful for the co-laborers in the trenches, each with his or her avenue and platform. In its own way, I believe Hobby Lobby is trying to live out its (their?) version of kingdom work, even if I don’t fully agree with certain aspects. What I was trying to say yesterday was that HL, as well as you and I, need to make sure we’re not hushing the blind on the side of the road who cry out for help in an effort to follow Jesus to the cross.

And perhaps, in this case, that means not leaving women without an IUD.

 

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