Ah, for the days when God was in [his] heaven, and all was “right with the world”! Now in my dotage, I get overwhelmed by the seriousness of Life, especially Life often marred by the contentiousness and anger of “corrupt” politics. Texts for the upcoming weekend are hard words for those wanting to be left alone: professing disciples are slapped by justice issues and those of racism, militarism and profiteering. This Christian life is difficult–thank God that we have God’s strength to see and act beyond our own meager resources…
Down in the dumps? Better not read JEREMIAH 18:1-11, the famous tale of the potter and his clay. As Jeremiah watched, he saw the potter discover a glitch in the vessel he was throwing. The potter worked the clay into something else. Extra time, extra work, maybe extra money. Although modern folks understand this as an analogy of their own lives being reformed, Jeremiah/God’s direction was to recast the PEOPLE of Israel. Notice, please, that the prophet’s concept of God is one of continuous creation, that God is constantly doing new things (as opposed to a pre-ordained clockwork Creation). This process is a messy one: Sally A. Brown envisions God being messy up to the elbows. Has God become the clay itself to model how the People can be integrated into a holy vision?
The Letter to PHILEMON is certainly different from Paul’s community admonishments. The impetus of this letter–and why it’s in the Bible– continues Paul’s envisioning of holy communities where folks exist as siblings, where there is “no slave or free”. What does it cost to free our slaves? Will I be able to invest in the stouter-than-I person who walks into the restaurant? What I do now is to pat myself on the back, congratulating myself on being thinner…thereby enslaving that person…
LUKE 14:25-33 continues the story of Jesus marching on Jerusalem. Large crowds were joining his parade, and he reminded them of their holy priorities: whoever puts family or even life itself ahead of carrying their own cross should turn around now. Two illustrations follow: the would-be builder who didn’t count the possibilities; and the ill-prepared ruler whose army didn’t have a chance against his neighbor’s. If you’re gonna join a movement, you’d better count the cost of what this is gonna involve…
I was thrilled at age 16 to be able to buy an old car! Dad said, “What about insurance?” and Mom said, “What about repairs?” “Oh, ” said I, “I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.” Well….good thing I had a profitable paper-route, ‘cuz those bridges came pretty quickly! I guess it was a “teaching moment”: I learned the hard way to Count the Cost. Now some call me Stingey, but I think of myself as Frugal, enshrining my Scottish heritage. Seriously, what will it cost to be a practicing Christian?
In the process of unfolding, Horace Brown King
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