A Stumbler's Walk | WHICH ONES?

He said to him, "Which ones?" 

-- Matthew 19:18

It is certainly an odd question to ask. At face value it seems innocuous. But the question reveals a darkness beneath.

We've come to know him as The Rich Young Man or The Rich Young Ruler. The titles are fitting. Matthew must have known him, or known about him. The young man may have been a Somebody in the region.

His problem was not in his wealth; at least, not in his material wealth. His money and stuff simply revealed his soul. Treasure exposes the heart.

For where your treasure is, 

there your heart will be also.

-- Jesus, Matthew 6:21

We often ask strange questions when attempting to justify ourselves or compare ourselves. Our questions reveal angles of the soul that are out of square. We skew the questions in hopes of receiving answers that fit our preconceptions - about ourselves, about others, about God.

When the light of truth shines on us - and into us - however, we are revealed. We are exposed.

And no creature is hidden from his sight, 

but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account. 

-- Hebrews 4:12

The progression is telling: Jesus had said the reality of God's kingdom can only be experienced by the humbly childlike. Then the disciples attempt to turn away children (and those bringing them) from Jesus, thinking more important matters are at hand. Jesus again makes the point of the necessity of childlike humility and reliance. Finally, a self-important and self-reliant man comes to Jesus.

Man: "What do I need to do...?"
Jesus: "Keep the commandments."
Man: "Which ones?"
Jesus: "Yes."

This guy likes the idea of spiritual enlightenment. Heaven and eternal life are a draw. But he is the opposite of kid-ness. He has a lock on some aspects of spiritual life and thinks he can impress Jesus with that. (As - I'm guessing - he daftly impressed others.) But in the end he is exposed.

Being exposed by Jesus is not a bad thing. It is actually a gift of grace. And it is in these moments that character and destiny are forged - for better or worse.

The Rich Young Ruler would be remembered quite differently had he fallen on his knees and humbled himself. We would applaud and high-five as the curtain fell on this act of the play. Sadly, it wasn't so. His stuff had him. He made a decision in that moment. He decided once again where his true treasure lay. And locked away in that vault was a dying heart.

God, help me not to be that guy.

For now...
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A Stumbler's Walk | GREATEST

At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, "Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.? (And Jesus said) Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. 

-- Matthew 18:1, 4

It strikes as an odd question; especially given the context.

Who is the greatest?

Not long before, a few of Jesus' followers had seen a most amazing thing - Jesus was transfigured right in front of them. Peter, James and John witnessed a heavenly glory shining on earth, through and around the water-walking carpenter to whom they had pledged themselves.

Now they are among those asking the question. (One of them may have asked it.) The quick answer to the question is... him. Who is the greatest? Jesus.

Oddly, that is not Jesus' answer. The Word become flesh didn't call on a heavenly chorus to sing his name in angelic harmony. Instead, he called over a child and said, "Do you you see this kid-ness, this lack of self-importance, this inability to see himself as better than or herself as self-sufficient? The one who humbles himself/herself to be truly childlike will begin to experience the greatness of heaven's kingdom."

Humility is not greatly prized in our society. We all cry out, "I am the greatest!" in some way. (Just scroll through social media feeds.) We compare ourselves, we rate ourselves... then we berate ourselves and others. Ultimately, our cries of I am the greatest! come from places of pain and misunderstanding.

It is bewildering the disciples could ask the question, Who is the greatest, after all they had seen. It is just as mystifying that I find myself quietly asking the same question from time to time.

God, help me to discover kid-ness. There is joy and safety in humility.

For now...
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A Stumbler's Walk | NO FEAR

But Jesus came and touched them, saying, "Rise, and have no fear."

-- Matthew 17:7

Rise, and have no fear... For some this morning, that is enough. It is all we need to hear. 

Fear is debilitating. Fear can shut us down and drain our vitality. At the least, fear is a terrible motivator - actually, it is a demotivator. 

In the context of the passage, the disciples are awestruck with fear at the transfigurative glory of Jesus; and at a voice that comes from the sky. 

An awesome respect (sometimes translated fear) of God is wise and good. He is holy; he is other. And a glimpse of his glory will bring us to our knees. 

But there is a different fear. Rather than a focus on God's glory, this fear fixates our vision on the myriad opportunities before us to fail. This kind of fear does not mix well with faith. One tends to drive the other into submission. And one of the most deceptive - and covertly destructive - types of fear is the fear that we fail God. 

Rise, and have no fear... They were the words of Jesus to his followers on a hill outside Jerusalem. They are the words of a loving Savior to you and me on this Saturday morning. 

Rise, and have no fear... of the past. It is gone.

Rise, and have no fear... of the future. It is not here. 

Rise, and have no fear... now, in this moment. Jesus is present (as he was and as he will be). 

Rise, and have no fear. (Period)

God, drive my fear away with your presence. Take my hand, lift me up and let me see your smile.

For now...

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A Stumbler's Walk | BREAD

O you of little faith, why are you discussing among yourselves the fact that you have no bread?

-- Matthew 16:8

We miss the point.

That's the point Jesus is making. In reality, it is an underlying theme of the Sermon on the Mount, many of Jesus' teachings, and his mission in general.

We tend to fixate on the temporal and miss the eternal. We stare at the surface and miss the depth. We focus on external and miss the heart... ours, others' and God's.

(Wow, I could go so many different directions with this... so at risk of chasing multiple rabbits, let's stick to context.)

The disciples think Jesus is chiding them because they have forgotten bread (again). Temporal... surface... external. It is easy for us, by the way, to disparage the disciples' short-sightedness. But we suffer from the same cataracts.

This Jesus who feeds tens of thousands with a Happy Meal is not limited by what we don't have. It is we who often limit ourselves by what we do have. We tend to believe God-sized results require (our) super-sized resources. And we are snared into thinking the primary gift we bring is our ability to be good enough, worthy enough, enough enough. (I've been asked if that's a typo. Nope - reread it.)

The disciples miss that Jesus is uncovering layers of dead religion. He is exposing what is false; that which so easily captures a heart and turns it cold. And just as he produces feasts from scraps, he brings life and vitality where oppression has suffocated.

He brings the eternal to the temporal. He brings depth to the surface. He brings heart to the external.

God, help me not to fixate on the temporal... the surface... the external. 

For now...
D

A Stumbler's Walk | THE QUESTION

And the disciples said to him, "Where are we to get enough bread in such a desolate place to feed so great a crowd?"
-- Matthew 15:33

The question sounds familiar. The whole scene feels like a pause and repeat. For the reader of Matthew the two massive picnics come in consecutive chapters. Scholars however, set the two at months apart - different locations, different details, and a couple different take-aways; (all of which are interesting, but not the point of this post).

I am nearly amazed at the disciples' question. Nearly. They have seen Jesus come through time after time. Why would they imagine he won't do it again?

I could understand if one said to another with a wink and elbow to the ribs, "Watch this...," then knowingly asked the question. But I don't think it's the case. In fact, Jesus initiates the discussion. Unlike when he fed 5,000 people before, Jesus indicates he wants to do something special for the people. And for some reason the disciples immediately go to the place of question and disbelief.

They've witnessed the miracles. They have experienced the glory. Yet the desolation around them and their (perceived) lack of resources seem more real.

And they ask the question.

I do not think God is offended by our questions. If he really is God, then he is certainly not shaken by them. I do think at times our questions (and actions) bring pain to his heart.

At times our questions reveal a lack of understanding of who God is. Sometimes they demonstrate our lack of trust. Some expose that we believe more in the circumstances and situations around us than we do in God; in his purpose and provision.

I recall Jesus' response to Philip in the upper room on the night of Jesus' arrest; "Have I been with you so long, and you still do not know me, Philip?" (John 14:9).

The God who spun stars into the heavens and created platypuses (platypi?) is the God who knows your name. He is intimately acquainted with your heart - your fears, regrets, and hopes. He was there in your past, and he has a future for you.

May I make two quick statements of application? (It is a Sunday morning after all.)

God's purpose (in and through us) is not dependent on our resources. 

God's resources are not dependent on our situation. 

God, the landscape is sometimes desolate, and my resources scarce, but that is not failure, it is opportunity.

For now...

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A Stumbler's Walk | A DESOLATE PLACE

Now when it was evening, his disciples came to him and said, "This is a desolate place, and the day is now over..."
-- Matthew 14:15

The disciples are tired. They have served as crowd control, screeners, healer-helpers, etc. all day long and into the evening. They are worn out and the sun has set.

Then they realize they are in a desolate place.

What does the word desolate conjure into your mind?

Desolate can speak to location. The drive from Oklahoma City to Los Angeles comes to mind - plenty of desolation, broken up by the occasional wind farm.

There is a sadder, and darker, version of desolation though. It is not a desolation of locale, but a desolation of the heart. We can at times be surrounded by crowds and yet feel desolately alone.

Desolation of the soul robs us of vitality. (I realize I am trying to extract too much from a simple narrative statement in scripture, but indulge me for a moment; I'll try to rein it in.) The disciples begin to sense the desolation surrounding them. By the way, this after a day of miracles witnessed. Finally they decide, "... the day is now over."

Forgive my triteness, but the day is not over until Jesus says it's over. There is a miraculous feast yet to take place; one that people will talk about for millennia to come. Oh... and water-walking.

No, the day is not over. And no place is desolate when Jesus is there. Look a few verses above. It was Jesus who withdrew to the desolate place. The news of his friend John's death had come to him. He wanted to get away. But people came. People living lives of desolation.

My guess is that none in the crowd left that place feeling it was desolate. Jesus brought life to desolation. He brings light to darkness... love to emptiness... healing to brokenness... hope to hopelessness.

Jesus never leaves people in desolation. He may allow the temporary desert sands to blow in our eyes, but always with purpose. The empty ocean torrent may threaten to capsize us, but in perfect timing he comes walking across the waves.

The day is NOT over...

God, be present in my desolation.

For now...
D

A Dollar

I found a dollar tonight. One dollar. It was laying in the parking lot near my car as I left the coffee shop where I was reading.

Just one dollar. It was folded up kind of funny. I honestly thought it might be stuck to the ground or a group of pranksters nearby might yank it away with fishing line as I bent down to claim my treasure. I briefly pondered it might be one of those tracts that made you think, "Hey, I found a buck," then when unfolded it reads, Money is the root of all evil (which by the way, is not an accurate quotation of 1 Timothy 6:10).

It was however, an authentic American one dollar bill. And I began to wonder. I wondered not so much about the dollar's history - although it could be fascinating really. I didn't even give a thought to the person's $1 debacle of dropping it in the parking lot. What captured my mind was the potential. What could this one oddly-folded dollar do? What could it become? It is a bit ironic that these were my thoughts having just purchased a four dollar cup of coffee with the only real cash on me. That said, I was reading Tim Ferriss' latest book in the coffee shop.  So maybe that is where the brain-scamper originated. (Ferriss authored The Four Hour Work Week, calls himself a human guinea pig, and is a noted paradigm buster.)

But here is where my creativity dies, so I'm asking for input. Can a dollar make a difference? Can one dollar grow to make real impact? If so, how?

Think with me. The wilder the better. Let's leave out, "Find 999,999 more and you can retire," - trust me, I looked. Or, the obvious, "Give it to someone holding a sign on a street corner." Let's go big. We aren't looking for a 100 penny impact here. Let's think exponentially and unselfishly.

You can leave a message at the end of this blog. You can Facebook message or PM me. Could a dollar become something that might change a life some day?  Get creative and let's experiment.

For now...
D

(By the way, if I don't hear from anyone, I'm tying it to a string and hiding around a corner at the coffee shop. I'll upload some video.)