The Weight of Sin

I’ve been thinking recently about how “heavy” sin feels. Generally, it takes a moment of debilitating brokenness before we realize how weighty sin actually feels. Whatever the catalyst for our awareness the weight is still crushing. The reason is fairly simple: sin is never alone. Like parasites to a host, guilt, shame, and self-hate glom onto sin and give it a mass far greater than the acts of wrongdoing would have on their own. That’s why sin is so ugly: it always brings too many friends to the party, uninvited guests that overstay their welcome long after sin has left. The unholy mass of it is almost enough to crush your heart out your back with sorrow. And worse than that is the self-flagellating that we do over the next days, weeks, months, perhaps even, years, beating ourselves up again and again in an effort to assuage the guilt and “show God how sorry we are.”

He who knew no sin became sin for us.

I bring this passage to bear for two reasons: I cannot fathom the entirety of human sin placed on one man’s shoulders. I can’t comprehend the weight of it. Could there be anything heavier in all of creation? The weight was such that Paul says, “he became sin,” almost as if his very self was changed under the weight of it all. The weight of even my own sins crush me. I can’t grasp the weight of the entirety of humanity’s sin—sins I didn’t even commit—loaded onto my bleeding, bruised, straining back.

And yet…

This is the cross of Christ, at least in part, isn’t it? One man takes upon himself, not just our sins but Sin as an entity. By doing this he nullifies the effects on us forever. Sin no longer owns us. No longer do we need to self-abuse, linger in guilt, entertain shame. We are free from that because sin no longer has power. We need not be crushed by it any longer than it takes to repent of it, turn from it, move on. Paul says it this way:

There is now, therefore, no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.  

So if God isn’t condemning us then why are we heaping guilt and co. upon ourselves? Why do we self-condemn so often and for so long? Yes, sin is heavy and carries with it consequences and reactions that can last far longer than we wish they would. Yes, those consequences hurt. But the tragedy of sin upon our souls, upon our real Self, is turned into a comedy because of grace through Christ. You see as weighty as sin may be, grace is “weightier” still, is it not? Again, I turn to Paul to explain:

Where sin increased, grace increased all the more.

The more we sin, the more grace God bestows upon us.

Read that again, please.

Realize that you are going to sin. It’s certainly not an excuse to do as you please, and no rational follower of Christ would believe otherwise. But you and I no longer need be buried by the weight of our sins anymore; Christ has been buried by them already…and rose above them. 

shalom, matt

Uhhhhhh....What?

Could be THE single most bizarre thing I have ever heard.

That Old Saying

There is an old saying that sometimes God works in mysterious ways, and, frankly, I hate that phrase. It’s not that God doesn’t work in mysterious ways; it’s that God only works in mysterious ways. Honestly, I’m not sure that God is “capable” of working any other way. And it isn’t that I’m not okay with this. Yes, I would like God to be a little bit more obvious, but the older I get, the more I realize that His glory, His presence, is more profoundly evident and observable when we can look back and see that the mystery, the puzzle has come together in a beautiful picture titled Grace.

Here’s what I mean: nearly 6 months ago I took a job in a factory that makes diaper wipes. Previous to this I was a youth minister for years. Let us think about this for a moment. I went from being used by God to change the lives of teenagers to making diaper wipes. I make a product that will one day wipe poop off of the tiny butts of infants. I’ve gone from sharing Christ to making cloth destined to be covered in feces.

Life takes odd turns, eh?

6 months ago I started out as an Operator-In-Training, learning how to operate a machine I’ve never seen, in an industry I barely knew existed. In one month I was certified as a Converting Operator, with the accompanying raise. Three months later I earned my second certification as a Technical Operator, with another raise. 2 weeks later I was asked to be the Team Lead for my line (with a partial raise, and, after a 3 month probation period, another raise). In the span of less than 6 months I’ve become a team lead and will have received when it’s all said and done over 3 dollars an hour in raises. Did I mention that all three of the guys on my team have been there longer than I have?

I’d say God’s been involved, wouldn’t you?

It’s fairly astounding and nearly unbelievable (aren’t most things that God does?) when you look back on the whole scenario. While it is entirely frustrating sometimes to be in the midst of the journey, never knowing where it is that God is leading you until you’ve already arrived (Abraham comes to mind right about now), it is entirely God’s intention to produce a patient faith in each of us that allows him to guide us wherever he dang well intends to take us. God through the prophet Isaiah says,

I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them.

Looking back now over the last year there has been no greater reality in my life than this. May you find that the same is true of yours. 

shalom, matt

 

How Fast Are You?

How fast can you name all fifty states?

See This Movie, Buy This Soundtrack and Watch This Clip (but not necessarily in that order)

http://youtube.com/watch?v=87f5nj7cOjc

Lashed to Images

Myself and a friend of mine, who happens to be currently residing in New Zealand for the next 6 months or so, were discussing the characteristics of God and how difficult it is sometimes to latch onto one particular aspect of God’s nature. For instance, my friend was saying how they understand and can accept God’s love in general, but they struggled with the image of God loving us as a father. Now, at the outset there doesn’t seem to be much difference between the two, and, ultimately, there isn’t any difference. God is God regardless of the images we project onto Him. But, I understand what my friend was getting at. If you have had a poor example for an earthly father, who, consequently, should be a reflection of God as Father, then you would struggle mightily with the image of God as a loving dad. I realized that at different points in my life I tend to lash myself to certain images of God, ones that speak to me at that moment in my life. God as Father, as Redeemer, as Healer, as Comforter, etc. It is our human nature to desire images for our hearts and minds to cling to. I can understand the God as Father image and cling to it, because my father is a loving part of my life. There are times when I feel wounded, broken and beaten down. At those moments I hold fast to God as Healer.

Here’s the point: whatever image we gravitate towards at particular moments in our life we are still gravitating towards God. Yes, some images are hard for us to receive, but, nonetheless we are still holding fast to God. Period.

shalom, matt 

Fullness of Grace

From the fullness of His grace we have all received one blessing after another. __John 1:16__

I’m what you might call a borderline universalist, meaning that I harbor tendencies toward the idea that, because of God’s grace being so huge, everyone is going to be with him in the end. I’m not there completely. I still think that there is a vast amount of judgment and exclusion language in Scripture that needs to be addressed and interpreted. And I still believe that there at some point has to come a decision on our end to either embrace this grace or give it the finger, so to speak. It’s passages like this that keep reminding of the immensity of grace. And maybe that’s what I’m believing more in: that God’s grace is already given to everyone, that everyone is forgiven through the cross of Christ, that everyone is getting into the party at the end, but that there will be some that refuse to enter the party and enjoy what God has given them free of charge (a number of Jesus’ parables point to this idea of inclusion, though I don’t have time here to go into them). Let me just break this passage down into bite-sized chunks to reveal my thought process and some of the questions that remain unanswered.

From the fullness…  My thesaurus tells me that a synonym for “fullness” is “extensiveness.” Either way you say it you are dealing with the whole measure of God’s grace in Christ. Every. Last. Bit. God is holding nothing back, not keeping any grace in reserve. He’s packing every ounce of His grace into this deal. Imagine packing for a trip. You are limited to one large duffel bag and you have to fit everything into that one bag. You cram and pack and smoosh. In order to get the zipper closed you have to sit on the bag and have your spouse hold the zipper teeth together in order to get the thing zipped. This is fullness.

…of His grace… This is God’s unmerited, unearned, unfair, unjust, undeserved, (perhaps) unasked for favor that comes through the Word-made-flesh (see 1:14—“full of grace”). There is nothing you can do to gain it. Nothing you can give to buy it. And I dare say, nothing you can do to avoid it. It comes from Him simply because. It is the reality of how the world really works.

…we have all received… Who is “we”? Does he just mean Christians? What does John mean here buy “all”? I suppose that I tend to lean towards “all” meaning, well, all. Everyone. If you draw breath then you are included in the word “all.” You, me, and the crack-whore down the street—everyone of us has received blessings from God because of His full, overflowing, duffel-bag-zipper-busting grace. Maybe some of us don’t even realize that we’ve received all of these blessings from God. Maybe this is pointing to the fundamental way that reality is. Maybe it is our decision whether we choose to live inside that fundamental reality or not, open our eyes to see, open our hands to receive and open our hearts to accept the beauty of God’s fullness pouring down around us like rain.

shalom, matt

Recognize

Finally read my Bible today. First time in, oh, four-ish months. A friend of mine is in New Zealand and happens to be currently making me look foolishly silly in the spiritual realm (Props K-dog!), kicking it Jesus-style (props to DC Talk for that one), and generally experiencing God with the intensity of Isaiah 6 (read it yourself, lazy). Anyway, she mentioned that she had read through John, so I thought I might start on my own venture into the great mystery Gospel of John, perhaps I would might even find a similar encounter as well.

Interestingly, my first foray into the Bible in several months (I still can’t believe I let it go this long. I’m an idiot.) revealed an interesting picture from the opening poetry of John’s story. In verse 3 John is talking about this Word (Greek logos) that was both God and with God in the beginning, meaning that the Word has been around for a freaking long time, like, you know, forever. John says that through “Him” all things were made and that without Him nothing that is could be. If it is then it finds its is-ness (not to be confused with Izzy-ness, which can only come from listing to Iggy Pop albums) in the fact that it (whatever it is) was made through Him, the Word.

Move on down to verse 10. This very world, which finds its is-ness, its being, in having been created through Him, fails to recognize its own agent of life moving among them. He becomes his creation and his creation, not only fails to recognize him, they don’t even receive him. Read: He was in the world, and though the world was made through him , the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him.

The thought struck me as I was reading this: how tragic would it be for my son to fail to recognize me. How disheartening from the perspective of Christ, to know in the core of your being that it was you through whom all things were made, every person that he came into contact with, and to have those people fail to see you for who you were. Or worse, to see you and fail to receive you. It seems to me that this passage could be seen through the lens of a grieving parent whose own children don’t acknowledge them as creator, as the life-giver. Notice what John says in the next verse. Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become (their whole is-ness being transformed) children of God

shalom, matt

Things That Would Be Better Than Working a 12-Hour Shift When You are Coming Down With and Illness

I’ve been sick for, like, 5 days now. Not fun. Started getting sick at the beginning of 12-hour shift. Even less fun. Thought I might kick it during my two days off on Monday and Tuesday. No dice. Felt like crap on Wednesday and Thursday (two more 12 hour shifts). Wanted to die. Went to the clinic. Nurse Practitioner told me it’s viral and I just have to wait it out. Fantastic. So, that’s why I’ve not posted anything in a while. In response to all of this I present to you the list of Things That Would Be Better Than Working a 12-Hour Shift When You are Coming Down With and Illness.

Working an 11-hour shift when you are coming down with an illness.

Bull-fighting naked with only a Twizzler (cherry) and a napkin to defend yourself with.

Relaxing at a beach-front condo on the shores of the Lake of Fire in Hell.

Eating pumas (without milk).

Listening to an All-John-Tesh hour on the radio.

Wander around the lion cage at the zoo wearing meat pants and shouting “The Lion King sucked” through a megaphone.

Consume your body weight in pork rinds and Funions.

Halloween party with schizophrenics.

Jogging in corduroy pants and a wool sweater.

Watching women’s basketball.

Working a 12-hour shift when you are really sick.

Being run over by a cargo ship.

Two words: Lifetime Channel.


Hope you are healthier than I am.

shalom, matt  

If I could start a "church"...

If I were to start a church what would it look like?


Its primary reason for existing would not be to perpetuate its own existence.


It would be a force of good in the community.


A building would only be as necessary and debt would not be incurred to build it.


Its main focus would not be on programming for the masses.


It would be a messy community of people who are screwed up but leaning on grace.


It would be a place where everyone is cared for by others in the community of faith.


No paid staff; or at the most a minimally compensated staff.


It would not be the “new” thing in town. Church-hoppers are not welcome. only those seeking life, grace and Jesus.


Its goal is not size but depth.


It will preach love of God and humanity and how that gets lived out.


Sunday mornings will not be the main focus. Every day of the week is the focus.


Sunday mornings will be for two purposes: 1) to celebrate last week; 2) and prepare for next week.


Every gift is welcomed and will find a use in the community of believers.


It would be a place of rest.


It would be a place of work.


It would hold those two things in tension, seeking a rhythm, a synthesis of the two.


Its tithes and offerings will be for the good of the community, not simply sunk into supporting the building.


Its people will be living Eucharists, broken and poured out for others. Communion will celebrate this.


It would have no official membership, if you show up then you are part of it.


It will celebrate the sacraments: marriage, communion, baptism and the like.


It will recognize and learn from the ancient Church.


It will adhere to the Apostle’s Creed as the basis of theology.


Women would have equal place in leadership.


It would teach and practice the spiritual disciplines.


It would forget its own identity in Christ, instead of aping someone else’s.


It would be a place that sought life in the Spirit as opposed moralism.


It would be a place that someone would want to be.


It would welcome doubt and skepticism, seeing them as faith taking shape.


It would interact with and redeem culture, listening for the voice of God there.


How about you? What would you add to this list?


shalom, matt