Hey, Cobblestone,
Straight off the Mount of Transfiguration (Mark 9:2-13),
Jesus finds his disciples in an argument with the opposition (verses 14-18) –
and losing. A frantic father had brought his young son to be delivered of a
demon. Instead of casting it out, which the disciples had authority to do, they
got sucked into a second-grade shouting match with the scribes. Jesus was not
pleased.
Assessing the situation, and snatching up the attention of
all the interested parties, Jesus then spoke four of the most clarifying,
crap-cutting words in Scripture: “Bring
him to me.”
Jesus promptly cast the demon out of the boy. Apparently, he
was the only one onsite willing to lock onto the issue at hand, and throw out
the nonsense and noise. “Bring him to
me.”
Please indulge the dime-store historian in me as I highlight
a similar moment in more recent history. Mary Todd Lincoln, First Lady of the
United States from 1861 to 1865, was from Kentucky. Leading into the Civil War,
some Kentucky families sided with the North, some with the South. Mrs.
Lincoln’s relatives, by and large, went with the Confederate cause. You can
begin to imagine the troubles this caused her husband. Mary’s younger sister,
Emilie, was married to Ben Hardin Helm, who was a general in the Confederate
Army (President Lincoln had offered him a commission with the Union, but he
refused). Helm was mortally wounded at Chickamauga and sent to a hospital – the
prognosis was grim. Emilie was sent an urgent message to come to her husband.
He died before she arrived. In grief and great need, she appealed to her
brother-in-law for refuge at the White House. Mr. Lincoln was pleased to grant
the request. On the way to Washington, she was detained at Fort Monroe –
unwilling to pledge allegiance to the Union, the commanding officer there was
equally unwilling to let her pass through Union lines, even with the
President’s permission. The officer sent a message to his commander-in-chief,
explaining his logic. Lincoln replied with a telegram of four one-syllable
words: “Send her to me.”
And with that, Mrs. Helm was on her way to Washington. While
there, she was as much a rebel as in Kentucky and Virginia, and a frequent
thorn in her brother-in-law’s backside. The headline in one newspaper read: “A
Confederate in the White House!” As a political issue, this was about as
complicated as it gets. But as an image-of-God issue, few things could be
simpler. Here was a widow and three fatherless children. In the Bible, James
1:27 says, Religion that is pure and undefiled
before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their
affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world. In the time of
their greatest need, Mr. Lincoln chose to meet his sister-in-law and her
children at the level of imago Dei.
He and Mary provided refuge and comfort and loving companionship. Whatever else
they may agree or not agree on, this much must be done. While the critics had
their fun, Mr. Lincoln’s favorite name for Emilie was “Little Sister.”
Over the past two years, how many news reports have you read
or heard, claiming these to be the most contentious days in our history? They are
not. They’re more urgent, being now and not then, and with 7.4 billion humans
onboard and the speed at which information travels now, maybe the sheer
quantity of contention is at an all-time high. But it’s the same ugly knot
Jesus faced two thousand years ago, the same tangle A. Lincoln faced in the late
summer of 1864. The real question is: How to begin untangling it?
There’s an especially clever tactic in play – and yeah,
probably more in our time than in times past – and observation reveals that
Christians don’t typically deal well with it. It’s the idea that acceptance and
agreement and approval come as a package deal – to accept people on any level,
you have to agree with everything they say or do or stand for. If you don’t
challenge this idea, here’s what happens: you’ll go straight for any and every
disagreement that may (or may not) come up, and acceptance on any level goes
out the window. Many of us don’t even have to leave our beds in the morning to
find someone to disagree with. Can I get an “Amen” from the married folks?
Moving on into the day, the possibilities are potentially endless – unless the
concept of the package deal is seen for what it is: too many moving parts to
deal with at one time. Let’s consider a better tactic.
In last week’s letter, my aim was to make you a little
self-conscious of your use of the word “that.” People aren’t that’s; people are
who’s. (OK, more than a little self-conscious.) This week’s th-word is “they.” In
your interactions with fellow image-bearers, be asking yourself, “What makes
them ‘they’?”
Honestly, I’m still fuzzy on the finer points of rolling this
out, so maybe we can learn together. Best I can tell at this point, it would go
mainly like so: I know I can accept anyone on an image-of-God level, based on
at least these three passages from Scripture…
So God created man in
his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created
them (Genesis 1:27).
Know
that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are
his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture (Psalm 100:3).
“And he made from
one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the
earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their
dwelling place, that they should seek God, and perhaps feel their way
toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us…” (Acts 17:26-27)
From there, I think I’ll reach out and grab a truly
ridiculous point of disagreement. For example, my friend Scott owns a Ford
truck. But me, I drive a GMC. How’s that supposed to work? How can we be friends?
Easy: first, I set aside the fact that the GMC was given to me, and I would
gladly have received a Ford. Then I remember that his truck and mine have
already shown up on some of the same jobsites, doing the work each is best
designed to do. Where’s the disagreement? Other than a little car-guy
foolishness – Found On Road Dead, Garage-Man’s Companion – we leave it alone.
This part of the exercise serves only to remind me that the
acceptance/agreement/approval package deal, unchallenged, will run to the
ridiculous in a great big hurry.
The next step requires the most finesse (read: Holy Spirit
guidance) – so let’s see if we can help one another out, Church. Back in the
realm of reality, and with imago Dei
as the baseline, I want to proceed to the first legitimate point of
disagreement – and there will certainly be one. This is what makes them they
(at least for now). From that exact spot, I want to do a quick about-face and
survey the common ground. It will be vast. Turning again, this is where I choose
between honoring the image of God in “them” – or not. Once I choose the route
that honors, God gets to use me – and probably them too – in good work none of
us might have imagined otherwise.
In any of our interactions, here’s what I’ll urge: to let the
mind of Christ in us be asking a couple simple questions. “Lord, what truly is
the issue at hand? What connection do you intend for me to make with this
other, who is obviously a fellow image-bearer?”
Abraham Lincoln was not Jesus. But at times he used his
influence to do Jesus-like work – to honor the image of God in someone who was,
by the world’s standard, irretrievably other. And I think it’s remarkable that
he used nearly the same four words to accomplish the work for his little
sister. (I’d also like to feel the chill the CO at Fort Monroe felt when he
read the terse telegram from Pennsylvania Avenue.) I know the Bible reading
plan is rolling on, and we’ve moved into Luke today. But Chapter 9 of Mark
won’t leave me alone, so I won’t let it leave you alone either, Church. Jesus
cutting through the noise and blazing a trail through the hubbub is exactly
what his disciples needed to see then – and right-the-heck now. More on
honoring the image, next week.
Grace and Peace (and four good words, when the time is
right),
John