The last homily I gave came rather easily to me. I found a
connection in the scriptures with my passion for gardening, so it kind of wrote
itself. This week, however, I’ve poured over the scriptures trying to find
something that spoke to me. I mean, I could easily write about the 23rd Psalm,
but couldn’t we all? Do you really want to hear yet another lesson on one of
the most popular texts in the bible? So, I kept reading and rereading the
scriptures for this week until I found a passage to focus on. I wanted to
explore 1 John 3:16-18. It says:
16 This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters. 17 If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person? 18 Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.
What exactly does it mean to lay down your life for a brother or sister? Growing up, I thought this passage was quite literal, (which is what happens when we take scripture out of context, BTW); that we should be willing to die for another person, just the way Christ did for all of us. But how many opportunities are us civilians going to have to throw ourselves on a grenade in order to save someone’s life? If we keep reading, we see John’s meaning. We are to lay down our resources for brothers or sisters in need. We are to be the hands and feet of Jesus and show how much we love rather than simply saying “Jesus loves you!”. And just who are our brothers and sisters? Are they the people within the walls of this church building? Only those “worthy” of Christian love and help?
Reading this passage made me think of 1 Corinthians 13:1- “If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal." Did you know that Christians have a bad reputation as being some of the worst tippers in restaurants? Servers dread the Sunday lunch crowd because, not only are we horribly demanding customers, we refuse to tip well, or even worse, “tip” with church tracts or notes about not giving their server a bigger percentage than we give God every week. The media portrays us as bigots because of those Christians that refuse service to a group of people that they have judged sinful. These are embarrassing times to be a Christian. Our actions are speaking louder than our words, and people are not fooled. Actions like the ones I just mentioned are devoid of the love of God. It’s become so cliche, the saying “What Would Jesus Do?” But what WOULD He do in those situations? I read an article about the religious freedom debate that I loved. The author said that, based on the passage in Matthew 5, not only would Jesus bake a wedding cake for a gay person, He’d bake them two. I mean, this is a man who ate with prostitutes! Hung out with lepers! No one was too low or unworthy of Jesus' compassion. When He fed the 5000, He didn't ask them why they hadn't thought to come prepared so that their children wouldn't go hungry. He saw a need and he responded with compassion. And while he did say, "Go and sin no more", He didn't make accepting Him as their savior a condition of His healing.
So when I think about how someone has “laid down their life” for me, I have a really hard time coming up with an example. But when I look at verse 18 and think about when people have loved me with actions and in truth, it’s a little easier.
16 This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters. 17 If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person? 18 Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.
What exactly does it mean to lay down your life for a brother or sister? Growing up, I thought this passage was quite literal, (which is what happens when we take scripture out of context, BTW); that we should be willing to die for another person, just the way Christ did for all of us. But how many opportunities are us civilians going to have to throw ourselves on a grenade in order to save someone’s life? If we keep reading, we see John’s meaning. We are to lay down our resources for brothers or sisters in need. We are to be the hands and feet of Jesus and show how much we love rather than simply saying “Jesus loves you!”. And just who are our brothers and sisters? Are they the people within the walls of this church building? Only those “worthy” of Christian love and help?
Reading this passage made me think of 1 Corinthians 13:1- “If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal." Did you know that Christians have a bad reputation as being some of the worst tippers in restaurants? Servers dread the Sunday lunch crowd because, not only are we horribly demanding customers, we refuse to tip well, or even worse, “tip” with church tracts or notes about not giving their server a bigger percentage than we give God every week. The media portrays us as bigots because of those Christians that refuse service to a group of people that they have judged sinful. These are embarrassing times to be a Christian. Our actions are speaking louder than our words, and people are not fooled. Actions like the ones I just mentioned are devoid of the love of God. It’s become so cliche, the saying “What Would Jesus Do?” But what WOULD He do in those situations? I read an article about the religious freedom debate that I loved. The author said that, based on the passage in Matthew 5, not only would Jesus bake a wedding cake for a gay person, He’d bake them two. I mean, this is a man who ate with prostitutes! Hung out with lepers! No one was too low or unworthy of Jesus' compassion. When He fed the 5000, He didn't ask them why they hadn't thought to come prepared so that their children wouldn't go hungry. He saw a need and he responded with compassion. And while he did say, "Go and sin no more", He didn't make accepting Him as their savior a condition of His healing.
So when I think about how someone has “laid down their life” for me, I have a really hard time coming up with an example. But when I look at verse 18 and think about when people have loved me with actions and in truth, it’s a little easier.
The most recent story I can think of happened last summer. I was in South Carolina helping
my parents clean out my sister’s apartment in the days immediately after she
passed away. We needed some groceries for dinner, so we went to Trader Joe's. I
decided to pick up a few bottles of cheap wine, since I never get the
opportunity at the Trader Joe’s in TN. If you’ve ever shopped there, you know
the cashiers are quite friendly, so as they usually do, the cashier was
chatting me up. She checked my license and saw I was from TN. She asked what I
was in town for, probably expecting something like a wedding or some fun family
affair, and I told her that my sister had passed away the previous weekend.
After I checked out, she asked me to wait a minute. She ran over to the floral
department and picked out a bouquet. She said, “You’re probably overwhelmed
with flowers, but you can never have too many.” I was so touched and nearly
speechless that I could only say "Thank you".
My favorite
examples of love through action involve my son, Pierce. He’s gotten some stares
and very uncompassionate remarks because of his autism, but the kindness of
strangers gives me hope for the future. Once when Pierce was 4 or 5 years old,
we were in Family Christian Bookstore. He latched on to a VeggieTales book, a
big one, I think it was an encyclopedia of some sort. When I told him it was
time to leave and I tried to get him to put the book back, he had a Defcon 4
meltdown, right in the middle of the store. As hard as it is to reason with a
normal 4-5-year-old, it’s darn near impossible to reason with an autistic
child. I tried to be the good mom and resist the urge to cave to his
tantruming. Customers were beginning to stare, but a store employee walked over
and asked if there was anything he could do to help. I explained the situation,
and he told me to take the book up to the counter. He wanted to give it to
Pierce. My pride wouldn’t let him, though, and I ultimately ended up buying the
book myself.
Another great
example involving Pierce took place about 5 years ago. One day, the kids and I
decided to take in "Horton Hears A Who", the movie for that week of
the free summer movie series at Opry Mills. We got there early so that we could
get seats. As usual, when something is free, the participants are plenty. They
had not opened the doors to the theater yet, so there was a line along the
wall. We ended up right in front of the entrance/exit to the mall. A day care
group was a few feet ahead of us. One of the kids began to wail. If you've
spent any time around Pierce, you know that the sound of a crying child really
distresses him. Pierce began to cry and threw himself to the ground. I wrestled
him back up (which was not an easy task as he was 12 and eye-to-eye with me)
and I offered him his earplugs. This worked for a few seconds, but the child
continued to wail. When Pierce is in a stressful situation and is faced with
the option of "fight or flight" he will ALWAYS choose
"flight". He realized, at about the same time I did, that we were
right at the automatic doors. He decided to make a run for the parking lot. I
grabbed the back of his shirt in an attempt to stop him, and this threw him
off-balance. He crashed into a mom behind me who was holding her small child. I
was mortified! I apologized and braced myself for the condemning glare and
stinging criticism that I knew was coming. Instead, she asked, with genuine
concern, "Is he okay?". I explained that Pierce is autistic and the
noise was beginning to upset him. This mom says to me, "If you need to
take him outside for a few minutes, I wouldn't mind holding your place in
line." I graciously accepted her help. We stepped outside and began
debating whether to stay or go. Pierce kept chanting "go home", but
when I asked if he wanted to see the movie, he said "yes". Reagan
clearly wanted to stay for the movie, but she understood how upset Pierce was.
I offered to rent the movie if we had to leave, and she thought that was a
great idea. I saw through the doors that the line was moving. Pierce was
willing to try again, so we ran back inside. I looked for the mom holding our
place in line, and saw about 4 people waving frantically to us. Two people in
front of her, and one behind her were all looking for us and waving! This mom
had told everyone around her what was going on, and that they should be looking
out for us. They were nearly at the entrance to the theater. One mom said as we
ran up, "We were afraid you wouldn't make it back in time!" We got to
see the movie, and Pierce held up pretty well.
I didn’t know any
of the people in the stories I just told you. Maybe they’re Christians, maybe
not. But those actions spoke to me far more loudly than any sermon, blog post,
book, or conversation about “Love thy neighbor”. And it’s made me realize that
I’m not doing enough to show God’s love. To lay down my life for my fellow man,
whether he is a Christian or an atheist. It’s not my place to judge who is
worthy of my compassion. Not one of the people in those situations felt the
need to ask me if I’d found Jesus before, during, or after they carried out
their random acts of kindness towards me. I love the lyrics of the Brandon
Heath song, Give Me Your Eyes. I’ll conclude with the chorus of that song as my
prayer tonight:
Give me Your eyes for just one
second
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me Your love for humanity
Give me Your arms for the
broken-hearted
The ones that are far beyond my
reach
Give me Your heart for the ones
forgotten
Give me Your eyes so I can see
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