Thursday, March 28, 2013

When the Church becomes the Angry Mob

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One night last fall, I was pulled from a dead sleep by a Bible story. Maybe God was talking to me, or maybe it was because of my midnight run to Taco Bell. Regardless, the story of the adulterous woman and the religious angry mob (John 8:1-11) was projecting brightly in my brain at 4am.

I could see the woman’s tears trickle down her face, soaking into her flushed cheeks. She had been caught in the act of adultery and they were going to make her pay. Finger-shaped bruises were fast forming on her wrists as the religious elite dragged her through the streets of first-century Jerusalem; their shouts overpowering her desperate cries as they marched their convict to the temple.

It’s always a sad day when “God’s people” become an angry mob.

The Pharisees had orchestrated this scenario, seeking her out as bait to trick Jesus with. She was a mere pawn, as if her violation of their law gave them the right to treat her as such.

They had labeled her as a sinner first, and a person second

Given their knowledge of the Law, the quickness and ease of their process, and the lack of surprise from the crowd, I would wager that this wasn’t their first street side stoning.

They were well-versed in the art of seeking and judging the sinful

They knew Leviticus 20:10 mandated death for adulterous people. So according to the scriptures, they had a right to do it! However, the full law states that they were supposed to stone BOTH people involved. Either they lost him, or someone was picking and choosing which parts of the law they wanted to enforce…

They were using (pieces of) scripture to condemn only who they wanted to

These Pharisees donned and shined their badges as God’s Moral Police (self-appointed, of course) and pulled this sinner into the public realm to face the consequences of her evil deeds. They carried their convict through the city and cast her at the feet of Jesus, ready to whip out the list of scriptures that so clearly condemned her.

I’d bet they were quite proud of themselves. Attacking heresy AND sexual sin at the same time? Talk about two birds with one stoning! Boom goes the dynamite.

What would Jesus do? Um, well, the exact opposite of how most Christians “debate” on Facebook. (oh yes I did)

Rather than attempting to verbally “one-up” them, he remained silent, and started scribbling in sand.  The result? His silence silenced the angry mob. YOU try sustaining a one-sided argument without looking foolish.

He didn’t say a single word about the woman’s sin, and instead zoomed the scope of conviction onto their own hearts. "Let the person without sin cast the first stone."

It’s tougher to be trigger-happy when YOUR life is in the crosshairs.

Then he kept drawing, and this time his silence disarmed and drove them away.

Ok. Hold on. Let’s get this straight: God’s righteous avengers came shouting, with the Law in their hearts and stones in their hands. They had freedom of speech AND scriptures to back them up, and yet Jesus ignored their scripture quoting, and made them leave. Why?

Well, if you asked the woman, I’m sure she’d tell you that he did it for her.

Because it’s hard to believe in a God who loves and forgives when all you can see are the stones in the hands of his people.

You see, angry mobs only ever seek destruction. They always aim to eradicate something. Or some sin. Or someone. Or some people. But Jesus, who claimed to be one with God (John 10:30), therefore showing us exactly who God is and what He’s like (John 14:7), sought restoration instead of judgment. (John 3:17)

When restoration is the goal, sometimes being “right” isn’t helpful. Seeing that God desires mercy over sacrifice (Hosea 6:6), it looks awfully backward if “his people” continue to seek and emphasize judgment instead.

It's possible be “right” in a way that only destroys those that are “wrong”

Well what about her sin, then? Jesus can’t just let that slide, right? Again, Jesus was brilliant, of course. He turned to the woman, who had just received life anew.
And without the woman ever admitting any sin (that we read of)
Without her ever publicly declaring repentance (that we read of)
He told her he refused to condemn her, refused to sentence and judge.
He forgave her. She didn’t even ask for it.

Before tackling the way she was living, forgiveness came first

THEN he finished by telling her to leave her “life of sin.” Sin is an archery term for missing the bullseye. He didn’t say to stop being an adulterer. He kept it general.

Jesus didn’t define her by her worst sin

Jesus faced a religious culture where God’s “righteous” were eager to exploit certain sins in order to turn attention from their own, a culture where God’s "servants" were content to cash in on certain sins for political or social gain.

Jesus didn’t do that. He lumped it all together. “Go. Sin no more.” Plain and simple. Because as the apostle James tells us, if you break one law, you’ve broken them all.
From sexual impurity to overeating.
From lying to your grandmother to ignoring poor people.
From cheating on taxes to disrespecting government leaders.
From building bigger barns with your excess to stealing quarters from your parents.
They’re on the same level.

So while holding stones in their gluttonous fingers, they failed to see that the very rocks they picked up made their hands even dirtier than hers.

In a temple full of “God’s people,” Jesus was the only one who was actually concerned about the woman as an individual. He knew her story contained more than her sins. And he was the only one who offered hope, the only one who could.

I believe Jesus is the head of The Church. I believe He commanded us to live like he did, to pray like he did, to love like he did, and to act like he did. He was her hope. And he calls us to be the same. 

The Church is supposed to be JESUS to the world, NOT be the angry mob.

When the Church becomes the angry mob, everyone loses.

We were not meant to hold stones.



Thursday, March 7, 2013

A Hot Mess Called Love

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Even though “teacher” is part of my title in this neighborhood, I feel that I am the student more often than not around here.
These kids, these families, they school me every day. They daily take the fabric of what I learned in Sunday School as a youth, and show me where all the holes are. 

Lately, the biggest lesson they've been teaching me is that real love is unfair.

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Of course, that's not really anything new.

In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus scolded those who only loved people who would be capable of loving them back in the same way. 

At another time, Jesus took on the “religious right,” and the rich and famous, challenging them to have extravagant feasts and parties where only the poor, the handicapped, and the socially despised were invited to be wined and dined.

Did Jesus have a vendetta against rich people? Did he hate the religious right? Nope. He was speaking against a shallow kind of love that many "godly" people of the day celebrated. In their attempts to publicly separate themselves as being "holy," and in their desire to make life easier, they had adopted a version of love that had completely missed the mark. They only surrounded themselves with people who were essentially like them. Regardless of their motives, Jesus exposed their "love" as selfishness.

I can't say I blame them. 
Because it’s easy to love, hang with, and invest in people who…
look like you
believe like you
vote like you

We like love when love is easy and fair and safe.

However, Jesus said that kind of love, isn’t even CLOSE to being what real love is like. It’s not an accurate picture of love. It’s not deep enough.
He said it’s TOO easy.
In his words: “ANYONE can do that.”

Well if that's not love, what does real love look like? For that answer, we look to God.
God, in his relentless pursuit of capturing humanity’s hearts, paints for us a picture of a deeper love.
He shows us that real love is a hot mess, but continues on even when it is unrequited.
And that at its core, real love is unsafe, unfair, and uneven.

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The kids in my park shine a light on this truth nearly every day. Just ask our other volunteers.

I’ve had to learn that these kids will never love me back in same the way I love them, and that in repayment for giving them my extra time, for connecting them with the coolest tutors on the planet, for finding people to give snacks and resources, and for answering the door no matter what time they knock,
they are still going to lie to me.
they are still going to steal from me.
they are still going to curse me out under their breath when I make them upset.
they are still going to make bad choices when I beg them not to.
they are still going to break my rules, my stuff, my trust, my heart.
Because they are people. That's what we do.

I would love to tell you that I handle it well all the time. But that wouldn’t be true.
It’s tough. Because I’ve noticed that my knee-jerk reaction is usually more like Jonah, and less like Jesus.
I’d rather run and hide than step in and engage.
I’d rather emphasize how wrong someone is than attempt to discover their story.
I’d rather they face the consequences of their “sins” than simply forgive them outright, even without them asking.

I’d much prefer that showing them love would be easy and fair and safe.

But like Jesus said, that’s not what real love looks like. Instead...

…sometimes it looks like waiting for the angry kid without a dad to finish screaming hurtful words at me before speaking softly in return, because not every kid has seen a love that is patient and a love that is kind.

…sometimes it looks like finding the kid that broke into my car and stole my new game and giving him the expensive and hard-to-find batteries that power it, because not every kid has seen a love that doesn’t envy and isn’t self-seeking.

…sometimes it looks like offering the boy down the street $10 to shovel my driveway with my shovel that he lied about stealing from me, because not every kid has seen a love that rejoices in truth, yet isn’t prideful and boastful about it.

…sometimes it looks like going out of my way to say kind words to the shifty-eyed kid who likes to spread rumors and break other kids’ stuff, because not every kid has seen a love that doesn’t dishonor others and doesn’t delight in evil.

…sometimes it looks like refraining from ever rehashing a bad deed that a kid has done once it’s been dealt with, not even as a future “reminder,” because not every kid has seen a love that doesn’t keep a record of wrongs.

…sometimes it looks like constantly urging kids to use their voices and tell if bad things happen to them, while knowing that most of them won’t, because not every kid has seen a love that protects.

…sometimes it looks like asking people to help financially support a depressed, unemployed single mom while she goes on a job hunt, even when chances of her “bouncing back” seem slim, because not every lady has seen a love worth trusting and a love that instills hope.

…sometimes it looks like continuing to pursue a kid that takes your kindness for granted and is quick to trade your advice for poor decisions, because not every kid has seen a love that perseveres, never fails, and never leaves.


Real love, selfless love, is stupid by most cultural standards.
It defies logic, especially if/when it transcends consequence.
Real love is hard, it is risky, and it is always unfair.

But it is in the times when I am most aware of how unfair love is that I can hear God whisper, “That is how I love you.”

And suddenly, I’m so very grateful that it is.