By Jonathan Martin who blogs here:
Today I’d like to file a missing person’s report for Jesus of Nazareth. Has anybody seen Him lately?
Not a sentimental Jesus–not a liberal Jesus who serves as little more
than a symbol of bland tolerance or a conservative Jesus who serves as
little more than a mascot for culture wars. But the surprising,
bewildering, befuddling Jesus of the gospels who alternately captures
and breaks my heart–the Jesus who is never easily fit into the rigid
alternatives offered to us by the world.
Have you seen Him?
For weeks now (and sometimes it feels like years), I’ve been pulled
into conversations about doctrine, polity, politics, culture. There are
conversations about the left and the right, conversations about Moses
and Paul, conversations about righteousness and justice and equality.
Scriptures are cut and pasted onto rockets that soar over my head and
occasionally land on my lawn. And I don’t mind talking about any of
these things. But it’s my job to talk about Jesus, and more importantly
it’s my passion.
I am not disturbed by much that goes on around me, by neither
notorious sinners nor Pharisees. I have spent enough time playing both
parts in my own way to be surprised by what either is capable of.
Storms in culture and my life do not disturb me too much no matter how
much the sea is raging, so long as I don’t lose sight of Him. But when I
can’t see Him, that it when I am capable of being frightened.
Alas, that seems to be the storm we are in, where almost anything and
everything about culture and Scripture is on the table for discussion
save the direct example of Jesus of Nazareth–His stories, His teachings,
His heart. I am aware that this could sound pious, like I think I
understand the “real” Jesus in some special way. But that is not the
case. I actually find Jesus to be extraordinarily disrupting and
unsettling, and there have been and still are plenty of times I’d prefer
to escape His gaze. Yet I’ve grown strangely at ease with the
disruptive force that is Jesus, so much so that I’d rather be unsettled
by Him than comfortable without Him.
He started disrupting me in my early 20′s, when my friend’s father
was dying of AIDS. I saw Jesus in his gaunt skeleton of a face. I saw
Jesus in the face of the foul-mouthed social worker who cared for him so
tenderly. I felt indicted for my tightly constructed, ordered middle
class religious world. Jesus’ lack of domesticity and decorum
frightened me, as did the undomesticated people He cared most about and
ran with. I was surprised that I had the lost the ability to find Him
in the places I had expected to find Him, and to find Him in places I
was sure He did not belong. Unwittingly, I was drug out with the tide
of the gospel texts. I was no longer able to “use” Scripture like I had
some claim over it, no proof-texting or arguing for conclusions I had
already made. I was being used and dominated by the truth of those
stories, entering then as a participant rather than a spectator.
When I began to talk about the things I had found that I was not
looking for, Jesus began to get me into trouble. And He still is. Over
and over again, I keep bringing up Jesus. I keep asking what
difference it would make if the figure that we read about in those
gospels were to be inserted into our conversations and our current
events. What would He say? What would He do? What is He saying? What
is He doing?
I’ve learned by now that this approach is never going to go over for
some people in my world. On Sunday, I preached one of those sermons
that hunted me down against my wishes–a message about how Jesus stood up
for the guilty woman who was caught in the act of adultery, but how He
would not let Peter stand up for Him when he pulled out his sword and
cut off Malchus’ ear in the Garden of Gethsemane. I proposed that much
of what we say and do these days comes from a place of feeling
frightened and defensive for a Jesus who is not afraid and does not need
our defense; that this is a time to stand with Jesus rather than to
stand up for Him. To stand up for the guilty, to stand up for sinners,
to stand up for people who are hurting and accused. I proposed that we
should not let ourselves get sucked onto every ideological battleground,
because even when motivated by love (like Peter) we often do more harm
than good–and instead we need to be relentlessly focused on loving
people in the way Jesus did.
This does not always go over because we believe that Jesus is worthy
of our worship but irrelevant as an actual model for how we live our
lives. He lived in simpler times. He lacked the sophistication of our
strategies, our technology, and our powerful connections in culture.
The way of Jesus is quaint to read about as history, but irrelevant to
the complex questions of contemporary culture.
And yet what if He has never been more relevant? What if the world
has never been more ripe for the surprise of His embodied grace? What
if He still has the capacity to surprise, to astonish, to mystify, to
defy all of our expectations? At one time it was the Roman empire that
attempted to keep Jesus on the margins where He could not infect their
culture with His stories and ideas. Today we don’t need an Empire to
keep Jesus on the margins because His people are doing such a fine job
of it. But what if we stopped working so hard to keep Him on the
periphery and let Him be the center again? So that we interpret all of
life through Jesus, all of culture through Jesus, all of religion
through Jesus, all of Scripture through Jesus? What if His story–the
stories of life and death and resurrection, were again the filter
through which everything else were understood and the standard against
which every other voice was measured?
I still have more than enough reasons to be unsettled by the
disruption that is Jesus of Nazareth. I still have plenty of reasons to
keep my distance from Him so I can stay comfortable. I am not
comfortable with how lovesick He is for me, nor am I comfortable with
how lovesick He makes me for others.
Nonetheless, today I miss Him.
