And
he bearing his cross went forth. . . (John 19:17).
“I’m
not a doctor, but I play one on TV.” The speaker wears the white jacket of a
physician. From the TV screen he speaks very personally about some health issue.
It has come to be an accepted practice, and research suggests that many of us
are gullible enough to buy a product relating to our health, based on his word.
We take the word of an actor who plays the part of a doctor. It seems a little
strange, but why else would coldly calculating manufacturers spend cold cash
promoting their product this way?
This
same script played out a few years back, during the expose of some of TV’s more
famous Celestial Celebrities. “I’m not a pastor, but I play one on TV” became a
favorite line for impressionists. There was much public concern over the
flamboyant performers who purported to represent God’s church; and, yes, they
had their constituents. But did people writing in and sending financial pledges
involve them as participants in a meaningful New Testament fellowship? No, I
don’t think so! In fact, some called it an outright scam. Others claimed it
missed the mark and perverted the truth.
There
is yet a further amending of this line, one that suggests further scripting
with another slant. This one says, “I’m not a Christian, but I play one on TV.”
Pierre Van Paassen’s gripping story “The Days of Our Years” pursued a line
similar to this script.
The
story shows us Ugolin, the Hunchback, becoming seriously ill. Physically
deformed, social deprived, Ugolin never knew his father, and his mother was an
alcoholic and an outcaste. Solange, Ugolin’s sister, loved her brother so much
that she sold her body to buy the medicine Ugolin needed. On the other hand, the
community discussed this scandalous behavior until it drifted back to Ugolin.
Consequently, he drowned himself in the river. When Solange heard what he did,
she gave way to angry despair and took her own life.
“Christians,”
challenged the village priest at the funeral service; “Christians, when the
Lord of life and death shall ask me on the Day of Judgment, ‘Where are thy
sheep?’ I will not answer Him.”
Using
his verbal whip a second time, the offended pastor declared, “When the Lord
asks me the second time, ‘Where are thy sheep?’ I will not yet answer Him.”
Again,
he responds, “But when the Lord shall ask me a third time, ‘Where are thy
sheep?’ I shall hang my head in shame and I will answer Him, ‘They were not
sheep, Lord, they were a pack of wolves.’”
We
do not follow Jesus very far without discovering that he walked the way of a
cross bearer. Christianity is not a coat of arms that we put on and take off.
It is not a marketing strategy that creates a desired effect, whatever the
mirage or however illusory. Christianity is not calculated packaging guaranteed
to sell a lifestyle image that somehow always manages to include being highly
successful in our personal achievements. Nor, is Christianity a piece of
jewelry we wear that protects us from bad things happening to us, like a good
luck charm.
Jesus
came proclaiming and modeling a lifestyle of “peace on earth among men of good
will,” a simple--but integrity filled-- “what you see is what you get.” In
spite of his exemplary model of simplicity, love, integrity, self-denial, and
cross bearing, we do not follow him far without realizing that not everyone who
wears a cross follows Jesus in living the life of cross bearing.
I
often wear a cross on my coat lapel or around my neck. On occasion, I have asked
another person wearing a cross on their clothing, “Why are you wearing that?” I
find it interesting that frequently it is simply a decorative item, a piece of
jewelry they wear for the outward enhancement. Although my question sometimes
flusters people, they seldom admit to living the life of a cross bearer,
although they occasionally admit to being a Christian.
As
only one follower of Jesus, I follow him because he wore his cross on his back
and not on his coat lapel. He came teaching his followers to live their lives
“simply,“ explaining, “let your ‘Yes’ be ‘Yes, ‘ and your ‘No’ be ‘No.’” To
this he added, “anything beyond this comes from the evil one” (Matthew 5:37).
In following his footsteps through life, I find he went out to the Place of the
Skull carrying his own cross. (John 19:17).
These
things assure me that how he played the game on the playing field of life
matched the game he talked. He was a cross-bearer, not simply someone playing
the part to influence me. Following him always involves cross bearing (Matthew
16:24). Yet, the further I follow him, I find that when he teaches his
followers about cross bearing, there are those who fail to take him seriously
and tell him the cross simply isn’t necessary (Matthew 16:21-23).
In
that instance, Peter saw no more need for Jesus becoming a cross-bearer than
the villagers in Van Paassen’s story saw any need to risk condoning the scandal
of a family that fell between the cracks as needy neighbors.
George
MacLeod recasts the story of Jesus in terms of the cross and argues “that the
cross be raised again at the center of the marketplace as well as on the
steeple of the church.” He insists this is necessary and that he is only
“recovering the claim that Jesus was not crucified in a cathedral between two
candles, but on a cross between two thieves.”
Reminding
us of that terrible place where Jesus was crucified, MacLeod challenges us to
look beyond our lovely sanctuary cross, our glamorous jewelry, and our Madison
Avenue marketing of upward mobility and get in touch with the real world. The
place where Jesus died was at “the town garbage heap, at a crossroad so
cosmopolitan they had to write his title in Hebrew and in Latin and in Greek.”
He further described it as “the kind of place where cynics talk smut, and
thieves curse, and soldiers gamble,” concluding, “that is what he died about.
And that is where churchmen ought to be, and what churchmen should be
about.”
Jesus carried a cross on his back when he died, although some tell us he could have called a legion of angels to his defense. The way of cross bearing beckons us to follow him, but then we discover he carried his own weight. He was not a Movie Hero, playing the leading role while a professional stunt man did the dangerous stuff. He didn’t simply go in, drive out the moneychangers from the Temple grounds, and make a political statement; he became the sacrifice through his own death.
Jesus carried a cross on his back when he died, although some tell us he could have called a legion of angels to his defense. The way of cross bearing beckons us to follow him, but then we discover he carried his own weight. He was not a Movie Hero, playing the leading role while a professional stunt man did the dangerous stuff. He didn’t simply go in, drive out the moneychangers from the Temple grounds, and make a political statement; he became the sacrifice through his own death.
The
author of the Book of Hebrews caught a personal glimpse of what Jesus was
really about and announced, “Let us fix
our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set
before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right
hand of the throne of God” (12:2). Viewing this scene from a later
perspective, George Bennard, the Methodist evangelist-hymn writer, felt the
staggering weight, and penned this testimony,
Oh, that old rugged cross so
despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left his
glory above,Has a wondrous attraction for me;
To bear it to dark Calvary.
Jesus’ death allowed God to use that death as a uniquely sacrificial ministry to humanity. As Peter explained on the Day of Pentecost, “Jesus of Nazareth … accredited by God to you by miracles, wonders and signs … was handed over to you by God’s set purpose and foreknowledge; and you, with the help of wicked men put him to death by nailing him to the cross … But God ... raised this Jesus to life, and we are all witnesses of the fact … and has poured out what you now see and hear” (Acts 2:22-24, 32-33).
George Morrison of Glasgow reminds us, “there is one argument that stands unshaken through every age and every generation - it is the triumphant argument of the Cross of Christ.”
In spite of widening knowledge, deepening thoughts, and changing theories, Morrison argues, “yet in the very Centre, unshaken and unshakeable, stands Calvary, the lasting commendation of the love of God.”
Morrison’s
reminder reflects the ignominious weight of the sin that brought sorrow to God,
killed the Christ, and warped humanity. It is the asserting of an omnipotent
self regardless of principles or persons that warps and deranges the spirit of
humanity, rather than the circumstances in which people find themselves. It
encourages people to pay exorbitant prices for cheap thrills, often defiling
the chastity of innocent children, making mockery of womanhood, ignoring the
needs of the world’s children, and making animals out of men.
This
self-seeking drives individuals toward drunkenness, debauchery, and self-righteousness,
all in the name of pleasure. It is a human nature perverted toward creating
conditions that escalate wars and rumors of wars into World Holocaust, Middle
East Holy Wars between Jehovah and Allah, and ethnic cleansings in Eastern
Europe and central Africa.
Calvary,
the place where Jesus died, became a signal light marking an all-important
intersection for the tourists traveling between the City of God and the World
Metropolis. It catches our attention, making us suddenly aware of the fast-moving
traffic going through the intersection. It helps us avoid a terrible collision
at an intersection we have taken for granted or simply ignored.
In
time, Jesus’ disciples were transformed by the events following Calvary.
Aroused by new awareness and greater sensitivity, they took up their own
crosses. Personally following the Jesus-way of cross bearing, they made their
way onto the highways and bi-ways of Europe, Asia, and Africa. They went as
God‘s called out ones, the Ecclesia, described in the New Testament as the
church.
But
we do not follow the cross-bearer far without learning that his church was not
intended as a cold storage plant for the permanent preservation of biblical
saints, or a locker plant to preserve them from spoiling. It was never intended
to become a private club, offering exclusive memberships in a self-perpetuating
world-class country club. It came into being helping people live better lives,
beginning with those to whom Jesus ministered and continuing through the
servant ministries of his disciples and their descendants.
True
church members lose themselves in service to a hurting humanity, people who so
desperately need healing--like the abused-lost child in their midst. Not really
a resident hospital, the church serves as an emergency room ministering to the
spiritually sick and the morally anemic. It offers more than a gymnasium for
bodybuilding classes; it assists all manner of people in every kind of
circumstance to develop moral and ethical muscles.
The
church provides workers mountain-top-moments of vital inspiration--friendly,
evangelistic, missionary, and enthusiastic. Representing the Spirit of That One
who went about doing good; the church follows Jesus in cross bearing by taking
up the challenges of ministry and servanthood.
Judith
Harvey told of a Hoosier congregation faced with the task of putting a large
cross into place on their new church structure. The cross arrived safely,
complete with a figure of Christ on it. However, they had ordered only the
cross, without the Christ. The job needed to be completed the same afternoon it
arrived, but the additional figure on it made it too heavy for them to put it
into place. No one knew how to resolve the dilemma.
When
the person in charge finally returned, the cross was already up, leaving only
the question of how they did it. The answer is revealing: “We could not lift it
with the figure of the dead Christ on it; but when we took him off, the cross
was easy to lift.”
Simply
put, that describes the superficial kind of Christianity that is worn on the
lapel and sung about in the sanctuary, that becomes a baptized sociology that
is nice enough, but lacking the power to influence life any more than a
political rally during a presidential election.
On
the other hand, there are people out there in the real world like Wisedpong, a
young Thai. Growing up in Thailand among the wealthy, his upper class parents
urged him to educate himself and become wealthy. That only brought the confused
young Buddhist to a dead-end in life. He had come to America seeking “the
meaning of life.”
Trying
to follow his parent’s advice, he admitted, “I started to realize that a good
career and good money did not bring happiness, so I quit my job.” Next, he
entered a Buddhist monastery, but within six months he realized, “no matter how
hard I tried, it was not enough.” Disillusioned, he left the monastery and
returned to business. His search now took him to Edmonds, Oklahoma in search of
an MBA degree at Central State University.
His
family stayed in close touch with him, writing almost every day, urging him to
return and take over the family business. However, while still pursuing his
degree, he met Dan, a Christian Minister to international students. With the
help of a gospel tract he learned the way of salvation and he and his wife
accepted Christ into their lives.
Wisedpong
later began to feel God calling him. About that time, he met the pastor of a
Thai-Lao-Cambodian Mission church. There, he saw Christianity expressed in his
own Thai culture. Finding his call from God confirmed, he entered seminary,
gained invaluable experience in an area Lao-Cambodian congregation, and made
plans to return to Thailand as a bi-vocational pastor using his background in
business and Buddhism to reach his Thai people for Christ,
It
was H. L. Mencken, the Baltimore editor-atheist who charged religious people
with caring nothing about the truth as long as they retain a “hopeful and
pleasant frame of mind.” There is much in the religious world that offers
people a positive attitude and outlook. Anyone, who knows anything at all about
Christianity, knows it represents a viewpoint geared toward positive thinking.
However, anyone who truly understands what Christianity is all about would
never put his foot in his mouth by charging the Christian Church with being
simply a society for positive thinkers.
What
Mencken really rejected was the dark side of human nature that the “hopeful and
pleasant frame of mind” attempts to ignore. It is in the cross that we see
man’s dark side, for that is where we come to understand that man is never so
vile as when trying to disguise and deny his evil nature. This is what took
Jesus to the cross. We never saw it so clearly, yet we make our way through
life like the tourist at Oberammergau.
This
American businessman witnessed the Passion Play and was enthralled by the
dramatic depiction of the story of the cross. Rushing backstage, he met Anton
Lang who played the part of Christ. Stopping abruptly, he snapped Mr. Lang’s
picture with his expensive equipment, much to Lang’s discomfort.
“Here
dear, you take my picture,” he said as he saw the cross. “I’m going over and
lift up the cross. When I get it up on my shoulder, you snap my picture
carrying the cross,” he added, concluding, “Won’t that be a novel and exciting
picture to send home to our friends in America.”
Seeing
Mr. Lang frown severely, the tourist added, “You don’t mind do you, Mr. Lang?” “This is very unusual …” but before he
could finish the thought, the tourist hurriedly attempted to lift the cross and
was unable--made of heavy iron-oak beams of two hundred pounds.
Puffing
with amazement, the visitor turned to Lang, saying “Why I thought it would be
light. I thought the cross was hollow. Why do you carry a cross that is so
terribly heavy?”
Anton
Lang, drawing himself to his full height, replied with compelling dignity and a
bit of rebuke, “Sir, if I did not feel the weight of His cross, I could not
play His part” (Let There Be Light/Fleming Revell Co./Benjamin P. Browne).
Whatever one may believe about the teachings of Jesus Christ, the seven last words he uttered at that epochal event of the cross climaxed a life in which he lived as no one else ever lived and his words impact our lives as no other words ever spoken. As I look about today, it is a day not unlike the day the Senator, the Clergyman, and the Boy Scout became fellow travelers on a small charter plane. When they developed an engine problem the pilot announced, “We’ll have to bail out.”
“Unfortunately,” he added, “there are only three parachutes. I have a wife and seven small children. My family needs me, and I’m taking one of the parachutes.” Having said that, he bailed out.
“I’m
the smartest politician in the world,” suggested the Senator. “The country
needs me; I’m taking one of the parachutes.” And, he jumped.
“I’ve
had a good life,” said the Clergyman to the Boy Scout, “and yours is still
ahead of you. You take the last parachute.”
“Don’t
need to,” shrugged the youth. “There are still two parachutes left. The smartest
politician in the world jumped with my knapsack.”
Humorous, yes. Funny, no! It is obvious to most of us that someone may be a smart politician, a Wall Street Broker, or any great power broker, but when you parachute you need more than a knapsack! And since September eleven an increasing number of people want something more spiritually secure when they do find it necessary to bail out.
Humorous, yes. Funny, no! It is obvious to most of us that someone may be a smart politician, a Wall Street Broker, or any great power broker, but when you parachute you need more than a knapsack! And since September eleven an increasing number of people want something more spiritually secure when they do find it necessary to bail out.
In a world as spiritually dry as the Sahara Desert, the words of Jesus point us to water, from a living well that never runs dry. Without him we live parched lives that are filled with broken relationships and empty dreams. In the end we are slaves to our own selfish whims.
When
Harold Boyer married my Irish Cherokee and me in the Gateway City of St Louis,
MO the church building in which we were married was located at 4201 North
Newstead Street. The congregation later relocated under Pastor Harold Williams.
Thus, when Arlo and Helen Newell came to lead the congregation, they became the
leaders of a church located where I believe every church ought to be. Adjacent
to the front side of the facility was a six-lane highway. The church facility
was just off the main thoroughfare and very close to a cemetery.
I
believe if I had one sermon to preach, my message would be that God calls his
church to intercept those who drive madly by on the Broad Way before they reach
the Cemetery. _____ walkingwithwarner.blogspot.com
2 comments:
Wayne, your Kingdom thinking has inspired me yet again! Thank you for the love you have for Christ and others. -Reep
Thanks Reep! I wonder some days; Tommie stayed with me as long as she could and went home. I feel like the least in the Kingdom but I trust that all coming behind will ultimately find me faithful.be blessed friend.
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