After decades of Biblical study, I continue to discover there is much deeper meaning than I had ever imagined.
Christ calls me to
-people I'd not expect;
-be politically active for justice;
-love without restriction;
-accept those from whom I would normally recoil;
-be a student of the Bible and also the society in which I live;
-see the economic, social, and spiritual struggles of others;
-be a prophetic voice for justice, mercy, compassion, grace, and love;
What about you?
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Unexpected Hope - Luke 7:11-17
We don’t really know what to do with hope. We live by hope. It enables us to dream. It crushes us when it is not realized. It casts us into despair and allows us to climb out of that same pit. It sends us through life as on an emotional roller-coaster, at times with thrills of excitement and at times with rushes of despair. It can be a cruel master giving life with one hand and taking it with the other. Without hope, however, it can seem there is simply no point behind the living of our days.
We have a lot to say about hope. “Hope is the last to die.” “There is always hope.” “Hope springs eternal.” “While there is life, there is hope.” “Hope cheers our way.” “Work hard and never give up hope.” “We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.” “Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.” “A leader is a dealer in hope.” “Without hope, we are lost.”
We cling to hope. We look for hope. We hope for those things we cannot believe to be true. We allow failed hope to torment us. We strive to regain hope. We lose hope and all our zest for life. We cling to hope amid despair. All in all, we do not really know what to do with hope. It strengthens us and in despair, it dashes us against the crags of life. Then hope springs to life again in the midst of what is otherwise only death, darkness, pain, and loss.
Often as not, hope takes us by surprise. It can grab our attention and refocus our energy levels with wonder over opportunities and experiences we considered impossible. It acts like a spark in a dark cave, grasping us with a renewed focus, excitement, and a sense of renewal. That is where we find Jesus in Luke 7, ushering in hope in the midst of despair.
A widowed mother had lost her only son. Given the cultural and historical context, this was much more than is likely to meet a Twenty-First Century eye. The loss of her husband compounded by the loss of her grown son was more than the emotional tragedy we would experience and process. Sure, she had to work through the grief and loss of her emotional attachments to husband and only son. Sure, she had to struggle with the loss of meaning and structure they gave to her life. Sure, she had to wrestle with the pain of losing her dreams and her unrealized plans for the future. There was much more to it than those very deep and lasting scars upon her emotional and psychological health.
This was a society devoid of Social Security, life insurance policies, retirement accounts, and even the very opportunities for a woman to make it on her own. The death of her husband placed her in jeopardy. Following on the heels of widowhood, her son’s death was pretty much her death sentence. It cast her at the mercy of a society that deemed God was punishing her for some infraction, even though the Mosaic legal code required her needs to be taken care of by the tithes and offerings brought into the temple, as well as through the generosity of individuals in the community. The righteous were compelled to care for her, but there is often a chasm between our ideals and the practice of our living.
For the most part, those ethical requirements in the law did not play out in the realities of the real world. While God’s law stipulated generosity, there were still beggars on the streets, roving bands of lepers, and many unable to work or care for themselves due to blindness, crippling injury, or loss of a limb. Widowhood without a son or brother to care for her meant this woman would be cut off from access to the basic economic building blocks to meet her own needs. There were few options available to her, barring selling herself as a slave.
For all we know, she may have had daughters, but daughters were very much an economic burden within society, as they were not allowed to fend for themselves any more than a widowed mother. Life was very difficult indeed for an unattached woman in First Century Israel as in the rest of the Roman Empire. Much like what we hear on the news of Saudi Arabia today, men held too much controlling power and with very few exceptions did not allow women to survive long without the protection and care of a man.
For this widowed woman, the loss of her only son was a terribly cruel blow. It relegated her to the dustbin of humanity, a life of increased suffering, and struggling for survival against the odds of systemic injustice stacked against her. If life is tough for an unwed mother in today’s world, it was unimaginably harder in First Century Palestine. With the death of her son, there was no hope left to light her way. Hope is lost when we cannot see a way forward. It is often limited by our imagination.
Then Jesus stepped into the story. Better yet, he intervened in her story, unbidden. He spoke to her, telling her not to weep. Then he stopped the funeral procession and touched the bier on which lay the man who had died, her only son. Those who carried the bier stood still.
Jesus gave no insensitive speech ignoring the grief and impact of this son’s death on this widow’s life and future. Jesus did not point her to hope in eternity. Jesus did not ignore the real-time issues she faced in a society whose compassion would never go far enough to grant her even the opportunity to care for her own needs. Jesus gave no speech. He did not wax eloquent on the realities of life, grief, or pain. He offered no words of consolation.
He did not tell her what he had in mind. With a mere two words, he simply asked her to recognize that he was about to intervene in life as she knew it. He then spoke to her son, “Arise.” He brought the young man back to life, returning him to his mother along with a renewal of hope amid the dark night of despair that had engulfed her and threatened her very survival.
In the midst of death, life rekindled. In the midst of grief, a spark ignited and became a flame. In the midst of sorrow and anguish, hope sprang anew with wonder unimagined. The God who created order in the midst of chaos and life where no life had yet existed was seen by all acting once again in their midst to grant hope where all had been lost.
Hope here was unexpected. It had been dashed to the ground, crushed beneath the weight of death. Its light had been extinguished, touching the lives of an entire community who had come out to grieve with this widow they knew would face compounded grief far beyond the emotional impact of losing both husband and only son. This scene of desperate anguish was a fitting place for hope to be reborn. It was here they recognized God’s creative power to rekindle life when it seemed to have been extinguished.
In three words, hope was reborn. Two words to this grieving mother, “Weep not,” and one to her son on the funeral bier, “Arise,” changed her reality and all her expectations for her future and her very survival. Hope was forged in three words, a touch, an intervention in the prolonged death that had lain before her. Jesus brought hope where only despair ruled the day.
Jesus is still in the business of dealing in hope today. The Bible is a series of stories speaking hope into the darkness of human despair. God is the ultimate hope-giver. It is not all about hoping in an eternal reality. Jesus calls us to live in hope on this side of eternity, as well. Jesus breathes new life in the midst of our hopelessness. Jesus comes to intervene in our perception of reality, offering more than we imagine. When he calls us to hope, will we be willing to stop the funeral procession?
constantly hear folks talking about how horrible socialism is. In the
USA, we have fashioned a definition of socialism that has little to
do with socialism and much to do with the vague ideological enemy of
the cold war era red scare.
of all, socialism is an economic system, not a political one. It is
on the continuum with capitalism. Communism lies on a different axis
with democracy, theocracy, autocracy, and such. While capitalism
elevates capital as the most important element in an economic system,
socialism elevates the public welfare as the most important and
valued element. This is often looked at as labor versus capital, but
my understanding is that it is more than labor. It is the social
sphere that includes labor as well as those who are unable to provide
labor in the economic system.
to theology, doctrine, and Biblical witness, however, we find those
attitudes cast against the nebulous enemies of the nation from our
Red Scare days greatly impacting our attitudes …
Here is a list of legislative options I have come up with to help stem the tide of gun violence in the US. Pick 17 in honor of the #ParklandStudents. Choose 3. Let's start with 1, but let's do something.
1. Ban semi-automatic weapons.
2. Require liability insurance for each gun in possession ($2M liability for death, $1M liability for injury minimums).
3. Require gun registrations into a national database.
4. Expand background checks for purchases and continued gun ownership.
5. Ban gun ownership to those with domestic violence charges and restraining orders.
6. Ban gun ownership to persons who are deemed a threat to themselves or others.
7. Ban high capacity magazines.
8. Ban bump-stocks.
9. Require the same regulations for long-arms as for CCP.
10. Limit ammunition sales and add restrictions to sales of ammunition production equipment.
11. Abolish Stand Your Ground laws.
12. Implement gun buy-back programs.
13. Require gun owners to pay all medical care, psychological care, …
Almighty Gun, we worship you. It is in you we place our trust and hope for our security. Where fifty-eight or more lie dead, We pass legislation for more of your presence. We hope you will protect us from our fears, Our fear of the "Other," the immigrant, the stranger, the colored ones. We fear our lives might be taken by those marketing terror. All the while, we are the ones in terror. We are the ones who instill, promote, and extend our own terror. We live in fear. We pack heat to make us feel stronger, more virulent, more protected. We return to the world of make-believe, in which we are the heroes standing up to the enemies all around us. We pray you will provide the energy and the aim we need. We pray you will protect us from our fears of unknown enemies. Then one of us takes a last stand, firing rounds from automatic weapons. "No, the guns are not to blame!" If only there were more gun worshippers present to stop the hail of lead! If only there were one more gun to halt the a…