"Do not be afraid; I am the first and the last, and the living one. I was dead, and see, I am alive forever and ever; and I have the keys of Death and of Hades. Now write what you have seen, what is, and what is to take place after this." Rev. 1:17-19.

Thursday, July 5, 2018

A Perfect Fourth


 



Jesus’ words in our reading from Matthew jump out at me on this Independence Day: “Love your enemy,” Jesus says. “Be perfect as your heavenly Father is perfect.” Oh my, Jesus… As our country becomes more and more divided, I have spent more time re-posting on Facebook than I have truly loving my enemy. “Why do I have to be perfect, Jesus,” I grumble in prayer, “when the other side gets to be mean and ornery?”
“Perfect,” here, doesn’t mean morally perfect. It means “complete,” or “whole.”  Eugene Peterson translates this verse in The Message: “Live out your God-created identity. Live generously and graciously toward others, the way God lives toward you.” We have a merciful God, a God who sends life-giving rain on the righteous and on the unrighteous. Our God forgives all who turn to him and change their ways. Our God honors the poor and lost as much as the rich and famous. To be perfect is to act in the image of this gracious God who created us in love and who is pouring out that sustaining love upon us still. In this time of turbulent politics and hate-filled opposition from all sides, Jesus challenges us. A colleague writes, “there is such a thing as a spirituality of politics, an engaged spirituality, a faith that speaks and acts not out of anger, but out of compassion, that does not seek to divide and conquer, but seeks to make whole that which is broken.”[1]
As I was thinking about Jesus’ words yesterday, I happened to read a different kind of Facebook post. It was from a parishioner who told about a shooting that happened in downtown Louisville, on her street. This posting wasn’t an angry argument about guns. It wasn’t an angry or self-righteous statement about race, or about immigrants. It was a humble witness to tragedy. Teens were playing around with a gun, and it went off. Instead of staying safely inside her home and judging this tragedy, instead of sitting alone and fretting, instead of offering up "thoughts and prayers"--our parishioner went out into the dark night. She wrapped her arms around the teens who had witnessed heartbreak; she listened to their stories; she counseled them; she brought them a hot meal the next day; and I imagine that she prayed for them, too. She also prayed for the police, who were doing their difficult job. This is a faith that makes whole that which is broken.
I might have been afraid to venture out into the night to comfort my neighbor. I might have been full of judgment. Think for a moment about what most often stops you from following God’s command to love. Is it despair? Shame? Resentment? Fear? There are all kinds of shadows deep inside our hearts that block our God-given response to live generously, to love one another and to love God. The good news, however, is that we don’t have to do it alone. The closer we draw near to the One in whose Loving Image we are made, the more we can be transformed into that likeness. The closer that we draw near to the one who was crucified to show us perfect Love, the more strength we will find to mirror his life-giving sacrifice.
It is a strength that we will need in these difficult times. St. Augustine used to say to those receiving the Body of Christ at the Eucharist: “Receive who you are. Become what you have received.” As the Church, we have already been made Christ’s Body. Can we hand over to God those things that block God’s love from flowing through us? Jesus hands us our true, complete selves. May we hand back to God all that keeps us from becoming what God has made us to be--true sons and daughters of God, true brothers and sisters of one another. 


[1] Michael Jinkins, “An Independence Day Message from President Jinkins,” http://www.lpts.edu/about/news/2018/07/03/an-independence-day-message-from-president-jinkins

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