I was drabbling down my Facebook feed, trying to see if people who weren’t drugged up and crippled are out there doing interesting things. (Answer: no.)
I found this.
“Youre a postmodern Christian if you wouldnt be surprised to see Ghandi in heaven but would be floored to find Jerry Falwell” M. Wittmer
Now, I don’t know who M. Wittmer is. But I do know who Ghandi and Jerry Falwell are. I also know who Jesus is. And I know that when he came here to die it was not for the kind people or the cool people or the funny people or the hip people or the people who drink the best wines. It was not for the guys with goatees who hang out in bars drinking microbeer and saying “I hate religion but I love JEEEESUS!!!!” It was not for the housewives who take Beth Moore Bible Studies and make casseroles. It was not for the crippled author playing Tangled Up In Blue to her dog though the open basement door.
Or, rather, I would say it wasn’t JUST for any of those people. It was everyone. EVERY SINGLE PERSON. Yes, I know that the New Calvinism is hip now, but I’m not down with the idea of An Elect for this very reason. Jesus didn’t weep and scream and bleed as the flesh was torn from his back by the whip, as the thorns peeled scalp from his skull, as the nails spilt his wristbones, bit into tendons and affixed him to the unsanded wood, he did not hang in the hot Judean sun for hours, watching his broken hearted mother screaming to the sky, pulling himself toward new oxygen while his flesh continued to tear….he didn’t do all that to create a new Cool Kids Table.
He died BECAUSE of you. Not for you. Not to do your bidding. Not to become the newest way you can get together and mock someone else and treat them cruelly.
Jesus died BECAUSE of you. Because he knew from outside of time what wretched things his favourite works had become. He knew someone had to put the brakes on. He had to bring Grace into this world.
It is not in honour of that sacrifice to use Grace as an excuse to decide who has won at this stay in this outsiders’ land.
Jesus didn’t die for you. He died BECAUSE of you.