The Hole, the Bucket, and the Prophet

If I was the paralytic on the rooftop, watching my four friends from my mat as they remove roof tiles, I would probably tell them how stupid they are. I would see the look on their faces — a strange mix of determination and squashed embarrassment like frat boys during an initiation rite — and tell them they’re idiots. I’d tell them they’re just going to break the parts of me that aren’t already broken. They would tell me it’s too bad I can’t stop them, that their faith is not bound by mine, that my pain and my despair are not mine to keep, and before I can respond I would see the sky move, and the edges of tiles, the inner beams of the roof, the ropes sliding through my friends’ fists inch by inch. I would hear the clashing of voices beneath me, one of them supposedly belonging to the Son of God, the lawyers interrupting, shouting, marking territory, and the throng buzzing, packed so tight the door won’t close, and then —

Silence. Continue reading

We Are Professionals

I often hate the Apostle Peter. Hate would be too strong a word if I hated Peter as a person, but I don’t. The times I hate Peter, it’s for what he represents as key-holder of the Church, not for who he is as a bearded Galilean fisherman.

I hate Peter at the Transfiguration when he literally tries to put God in a box. I hate Peter when he tells Jesus to go back to school after the crucifixion is foretold. I hate Peter when he wants to sacrifice the present of the elderly for the future of the young. I hate all the acts of assertive cowardice Peter performs that the Church still performs today. But there are times when I can’t hate Peter without also hating myself, because I know I would commit the same sin, the same denial, the same systematic doubt institutionalized into dogma. For instance, I would stand with Peter in the boat and tell Jesus he doesn’t fully understand what we have to deal with, that this is harder than it looks. I would steady myself against the rocking of the boat and tell Jesus that we are professionals.

Let’s​ back up just a bit. Continue reading

The Gauntlet

I imagine if the Apostles Luke and John were to meet in a college town coffee house to discuss over caramel macchiatos whether truth was in art or art was in truth, it could end with a fist fight. John would have the upper hand in the debate, having so skillfully blended art and truth in his account of Jesus, but Luke would appeal to accessibility, reminding John that Truth is useless if it’s only half understood. Then John would raise his voice and reply that a deep truth half understood is better than a shallow truth fully grasped. Then Luke would take offense at the word “shallow,” make fun of John’s turtleneck, and…

No, friends, they would agree that each account complements the other, and so they do. But as we continue through Luke chapter four, I think it’s interesting to note a particular difference between the two accounts. According to John, the first miracle of Jesus takes place at the wedding in Cana, when he turns water into wine. It takes place before his baptism by John the Baptist, before his temptations from Mr. Scratch, before he does anything in his adult life to claim his place as fulfillment of prophecy. In fact, he says exactly that to his mother:

“Woman, why do you involve me?” Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.” — John 2:4

Luke, on the other hand, doesn’t bother with this account. And I think I finally understand why. It’s not because Luke believes it didn’t happen, or even that it’s unimportant. No, friends, I believe Luke saves Jesus’ first miracle for after his confirmation as fulfiller of prophecy for the sake of sweet, sweet irony. Continue reading

Meeting Mr. Scratch, Part 5

I mentioned earlier that the first of the three tests was the “easy” one, if any encounter with Mr. Scratch can truly be called easy. Turning stones into bread was a test of faith, yes, but faith about what? I have to admit, friends, that in my mind some things are easier to have faith about than others, and if you put daily sustenance on one scale, and waging a war of the soul against the traditions and institutions and cultural bullet trains of the world for the everlasting lives of every person on earth on the other, the later hits the table with a thud and the former gets catapulted to the ceiling. The second two tests aren’t about mere survival, or even about mere power. They’re about directly accomplishing the (perceived) will of the Father, which makes them all the more dangerous. I don’t believe history has ever provided any greater excuse for death of the body and captivity of the soul than pursuing “God’s will.” And so I believe the last two tests are very much a pair. In fact, I think they’re two sides of the same coin.

I believe both tests — the kingdoms and the temple — are about dominion of the earth, but by different means. The test of the kingdoms was about worldly domination via earthly authority, a multiplicity of coups d’etat or a popular overthrow of the Pax Romana in favor of a Pax Christi. In other words, folks, I believe the test of the kingdoms was a temptation of civic leadership. The test of the temple, on the other hand, is a test of religious leadership, which is far more dangerous. Continue reading

Meeting Mr. Scratch, Part 4

Have you ever wondered, friends, why Old Scratch would start with a test so easy as “If you’re hungry, just eat?” As I noted in the last post, that first test was not even directly linked with the purpose of Jesus’ incarnation. It had nothing to do with taking dominion and restoring relationships. It only had to do with living for another day. And if you’ve already been without food for 40 days, what’s one more day? It almost seems as if this was a throw-away test, a warm-up, a vocal exercise to loosen the tongue.

But what if that was the point? What if that was the devil’s way of sighting his rifle? Or, more insidiously — and more in tune with his MO — what if that was Satan’s way of making Jesus look so far ahead that he might not see the rock he is about to stumble upon? If the devil believes that dominion is Jesus’ end game, then wouldn’t the promise of dominion be the best trap? If so, it would be important to have Jesus thinking about that dominion rather than about his immediate circumstances. And what better way to have Jesus focus on his end game than to make him use it as a defense, as a shield? “No, Mr. Scratch, I’m not worried about food because my Father has bigger plans for me.” And so Jesus’ eyes lift to the horizon, fists clenched with determination, and the devil thinks, “Ready, aim….” But no, Jesus walks too closely with his Father to stumble.

And so, friends, Satan begins test number two. Continue reading

Meeting Mr. Scratch, Part 3

Eve was no fool.

I can’t speak for Adam, though. I think, friends, it’s worth reevaluating why the Serpent chose Eve over Adam for his deception. The traditional line is that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and Eve (being the “weaker vessel”) is the weakest link. But not only do we run into the theological quagmire of complementarianism, I think scripture proves that Satan’s MO is not to go after the weak so much as the strong. I believe Mr. Scratch knows just as well as Paul that when we are weak, we have a strength too strong for him (2 Corinthians 12:10). And he knows if you take down those who have earthly strength, you often take the earthly weak with them. If you take the king, you take the country, and possibly its neighbors with it. But if you take scullery maids and chimney sweeps, you’ll probably have little more than scullery maids and chimney sweeps. Continue reading

Meeting Mr. Scratch, Part 1

I have four children under the age of nine, so I’ve spent several years hunting for good children’s bibles. And beyond the typical earmarks of prose and illustration, there are always two places I turn to. First is the story of Noah’s Ark. Does Noah build the ark because God is going to destroy mankind, or does Noah build the ark because he wants to save zoo animals from a big flood? The former is important to me not because I’m big on wrath, but because I’m big on truth, and regardless of what you or I may think about Old Testament violence, God’s reason for the flood is in there, and I think without it the story of Noah’s Ark becomes disconnected from the overarching bible narrative that leads to Christ. And if a bible leaves out the reason for the flood, it’ll leave out a lot of other things too.

The second thing I look for in a children’s bible is even more important to me, and yet I have to compromise on it almost every time. It’s the story of Jesus’ temptation in the desert, when Jesus leaves his baptism for some serious one-on-one time with his Heavenly Father and ends up being tempted by the Devil to compromise the purpose of his ministry before it even gets off the ground. Out of the scores of bibles I’ve read for young children, only two of them include this story at all. 99% of them skip it entirely, moving from the baptism by John straight to the calling of his apostles on the shores of the Sea of Galilee (Matthew 4:18-20). Continue reading

The Ellipsis and the Light

I don’t approve of ellipses in stories. You know, when something dramatic happens in a story and then you get those terrible words, “Two Years Later….” What happened in that dot-dot-dot? How did our hero recover from that car crash, and what? he married someone else? and he has kids now? and the dog died how?

The Gospel According to Luke gives us what is probably the worst ellipsis in the history of the written word. We see Joseph and Mary’s failure to remember (or recognize?) the divinity of their twelve-year-old son, they leave for home, and 

Eighteen Years Later…

Friends, that is harsh. Most likely Joseph died during this time (see John 19:26-27). Most likely Jesus learned his father’s trade and then threw it away. And don’t forget about John. What was he like as a teenager? Was it hard when he left home for the desert? Did Zechariah suffer disgrace before the teachers of the law? Is Zechariah even still alive? And odds are, since Jesus and John were cousins, they may have spent time together as children, as young men. What did that look like?

But no, friends, we will have to be grateful for what little we’ve been given, and like the Beloved Physician, we will move on to the important stuff. Continue reading