Showing posts with label Passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Passion. Show all posts

Monday, July 15, 2013

Another Day...


Whether it’s in the untimely ending of a life barely begun; or at the funeral of a beloved husband and father ‘gone-too-soon’; or at the bedside of a mother desperately clinging to life through years of suffering – we feel the pain of our mortality, the curse of death.

As much as I have appreciated travelling alongside McKinley through Jesus’ final day on earth, it is what happens after that day which caps the journey.

The empty tomb is the ‘reset’ button of my life - and the life of every believer.  The ‘death of death’ is our only hope, our only comfort and our only joy when mortality looms.

Because Jesus rose from the dead, we can cry out with the apostle Paul,

“O death, where is your victory?  O death, where is your sting?”
1 Corinthians 15:55

The last chapter of ‘Passion’ is fittingly called ‘Another Day’. 

But because of the resurrection, Jesus’ final day wasn’t really His final day.  Jesus has no final day – there is always another to enjoy.  And for those of us who are trusting in Him, our death isn’t our last day either! (p.147)

I first heard this hymn at the funeral of a dear brother in Christ.  It remains a favourite of mine – the words of the chorus particularly sweet.  Jesus’ resurrection is why this hymn is our song.

It is not death to die
To leave this weary road
And join the saints who dwell on high 
Who’ve found their home with God
It is not death to close
The eyes long dimmed by tears
And wake in joy before Your throne 
Delivered from our fears

CHORUS 
O Jesus, conquering the grave
Your precious blood has power to save 
Those who trust in You
Will in Your mercy find
That it is not death to die

It is not death to fling 
Aside this earthly dust
And rise with strong and noble wing 
To live among the just
It is not death to hear
The key unlock the door
That sets us free from mortal years 
To praise You evermore

CHORUS 
O Jesus, conquering the grave
Your precious blood has power to save 
Those who trust in You
Will in Your mercy find
That it is not death to die

Original words by H. A. Cé­sar Ma­lan, 1832 (Non, ce n’est pas mour­ir que d’al­ler vers son Dieu).  
Additional words and melody by Bob Kauflin, 2008

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Forgive us our debts, as we forgive…


An elderly woman standing at the door of a church, shaking hands as people file out. A balding man in a grey overcoat, slowly but surely approaching.  She sees not the grey overcoat but a blue uniform under harsh lights.  She feels again the shame of filing past him naked, her sister’s frail body just ahead.  When he reaches her, it’s as though time stands still.  He thrusts out his hand expectantly but she can’t move.  Finally, woodenly, mechanically her hand meets his and then something unexpected.  Her eyes fill with tears, her coldness gives way to warmth and she grasps his hand more tightly.  For a long moment, Nazi guard and prisoner cling to each other.

This scene took place in 1947 at a church in Munich where the woman, Corrie Ten Boom[1] had come to speak about God’s forgiveness.  During World War 2, the Ten Boom family had concealed Jews in their home during the Nazi occupation of Holland.  For their ‘crimes’, Corrie and her sister, Betsie were sent to Ravensbruck where Betsie perished.  When the guard from Ravensbruck approached Corrie that day, she knew she should offer him her hand in a gesture of forgiveness; ‘forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors’… but how?

In Chapter 7 of ‘Passion’, McKinley leads us on a thoughtful journey of what lies behind this familiar line from ‘The Lord’s Prayer’.

He begins by saying forgiveness is absolutely necessary for relationships because of the reality of sin.  But he admits it raises lots of questions: is there anything that is unforgiveable; who should be forgiven; what if forgiveness isn’t asked for; what kind of apology is required, if any; must justice be laid aside?

These questions only become more problematic when it comes to our most fundamental relationship, our relationship with God.  We offend God not only by how we mistreat Him but also how we mistreat others.  As the creator and sustainer of all, God is the offended party in all of our sin.

In answer, McKinley takes us to a naked man hanging on a cross, not yet dead; above his head a sign, “This is the King of the Jews”.  Amidst the mocking and sneering crowd, the man utters some of his final words…

“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”  Luke 23:34

In accordance with his Father’s plan, Jesus deliberately walked towards his death on the cross to make forgiveness possible.  So it’s no surprise that as his life ebbed away, Jesus asked for forgiveness for his tormentors and perpetrators.

McKinley reminds us the cross is God’s solution to the problematic questions forgiveness raises.  The cross solves the dilemma of how a holy and just God can overlook our sin; Jesus’ death paid the price.  The cross solves our conundrums when it comes to forgiving others; if God forgives us, through the cross, we are enabled to forgive others.  Further, if we do not forgive others, it casts doubt on whether we have really understood our own desperate need for forgiveness found only at the cross (See Jesus’ parable in Matthew 18:23-35).  It was this knowledge that drove Corrie Ten Boom beyond any human limitations to reach out to her tormentor.

If you look at that wrong you have been done, it will seem too great to cancel.  If you look at the cross and see it in the light of Jesus’ forgiveness of you, it will seem too small not to forgive.  Whatever – whatever – it is, the Christian can and must look to the cross and forgive… as I look at the Son of God on His cross, thinking of me and saying “Father, forgive”, how can I possibly refuse to forgive?  (p.105)

The reflection questions at the end of this chapter, though simple are hard to answer.  My thoughts were occupied for more than a day by just the first one: Do you tend to see yourself as someone who has been wronged, or as someone who needs forgiveness? (p.109)

The words of a friend and sister in Christ echoed in my head as I pondered this question. She said that as she gets older, it’s a challenge to remain humble especially when dealing with those younger than her.  As I thought about her words, I realised that increasingly, I do find myself feeling I’m the one owed an apology and decreasingly that I’m the one who needs to say sorry.  I recently celebrated my 48th birthday.  With those years, experience and hopefully a little wisdom have grown but something else has grown too, susceptibility to pride.  Pride means more and more, I expect forbearance from others whilst the compulsion to show grace withers.

There’s no better cure for my pride than looking to the cross.  When I look at the cross, my perspective shifts.  Stripped of any merit before God, I can approach others more humbly; we are all life-long learners.  Fully known and forgiven, God’s grace to me overflows into my relationships with others.

McKinley enriches each chapter by offering a poem or a hymn as a closing meditation.  In imitation, let me offer a hymn of my own, ‘The Look’ by John Newton.

Thus while His death my sin displays
For all the world to view
Such is the mystery of grace
It seals my pardon too
With pleasing grief and mournful joy
My spirit now is filled
That I should such a life destroy
Yet live by Him I killed 

Listen to a beautiful version by Bob Kauflin http://sovereigngracemusic.bandcamp.com/track/the-look-2

A last thought from McKinley on forgiveness… God forgives, not because it’s His job but because it’s His character (Eg. Exodus 34:6-7).  Likewise, our forgiveness is not a grudge-filled necessary task but a sign of our transformed character.




[1] Read Corrie’s full story in her book, The Hiding Place.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Take this cup from me...


Chapter One of ‘Passion’ takes us to the Mount of Olives.  The paschal moon spotlights the scene.  The lonely figure of Jesus writhes prostrate on the ground, uttering earnestly over and over just one prayer…

“Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” (Luke 22:42)

Luke fills in the details that highlight for us Jesus’ anguish at this moment… “his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.” (Luke 22: 44)

What I have enjoyed so much about reading this book is how McKinley surprises me.  He takes a very familiar scene from Jesus’ last day and then leads me devotionally on a less travelled route.

This chapter is no exception.  McKinley takes us, his readers on an unusual path.  He asks us, how would we respond to this moment of agony if it were a good friend of ours. 

I would like to think that I would drop everything, forget my schedule and run to my friend.  I’d want to know what was wrong.  I’d want to take time to listen to them, to understand my friend’s suffering. (p.13) 

He then asks us to respond to Jesus’ moment of agony in the same way… drop everything, forget other thoughts and listen to Jesus.

And it’s a rich ‘listen’ as McKinley takes us to the Old Testament to understand what Jesus fears so much about ‘this cup’ – the cup of God’s perfect and holy hatred for sin.  The awful cup Jesus will drain to the dregs for us.

Can you imagine what it was like for Jesus to endure the cross? If just a taste, just the anticipation of that wrath, was enough to make Jesus fall to the ground and sweat drops like blood, how much worse was his actual experience at His crucifixion the next day? Why did He do it?  So that we would never need to face any of it, ever. (p.20)

McKinley also rewinds the story to the Garden of Eden and Adam.  By contrasting Adam and Jesus, he fleshes out further the idea of Jesus as our representative.

It’s just the opposite of what Adam did.  Adam said to God: “My will not yours!”  But Jesus said: “Even though it will cost me everything, let your will be done, not mine.”  Jesus is doing what Adam did not do.  He is doing what we do not do.  He is our representative, obeying as we should obey and enduring what we should endure. (p. 21)

At the end of every chapter, McKinley poses a few reflection questions to helpfully direct our responses – since this is his stated aim, ‘How Christ’s final day transforms your every day’.

So, where did my journey end?  I was reminded again about God’s purity, his absolute hatred of all sin.  And I wondered whether I really understood this still since I so easily tolerate ‘small sins’ in my own life… when even inconvenience turns me from the path of obedience.  And once again I stand amazed by God’s unshakeable love for me a sinner, so wonderfully made known to me in Jesus.

In the words of Tim Challies,

Fear! Fear, as Jesus did, the One who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.

Turn! Turn to Him who drank the cup of wrath that was meant for you.

Rejoice! Be thankful that Christ drank the cup to the bottom. Be thankful, knowing that all of eternity would not be enough time for you to drink that cup. Look beyond the nails, beyond the blood, to the cup of wrath that was poured out upon Him. Look beyond the priests and beyond the soldiers to see God Himself sacrificing His very own Son's life.

Rest! Rest in Him and in His infinite, complete, awesome love. Rejoice that your cup is empty, consumed in the greatest act of love the world could ever know.



Here is a video by Dan Stevers – The Fifth Cup.
I was particularly struck by the second half.

Monday, June 17, 2013

You can’t judge a book by its cover…


This old adage was never truer.  When I first saw the cover and title of this month’s book, it immediately conjured up vampires, teenage angst and undying love – I think you can guess which teen saga I am thinking of.

Nevertheless, I was lured in by the subtitle – ‘”How Christ’s final day changes your everyday”.  In the opening line of his book, author Mike McKinley poses a question to every Christian and would-be believer– What difference does the cross of Jesus Christ make to the way you live? 

McKinley says although Christians hold that Jesus’ death on the cross is the central event in human history, we mostly value it in terms of our future - that is it secures our eternal life with God albeit no small thing.  He likens it to a ticket to a Cold Play concert (McKinley actually says football game) that we carry around in our back pocket until we need it.

McKinley challenges that this is too small a view of the cross.   Adding to McKinley’s metaphor in my own clumsy way, it’s like carrying Chris Martin around in your back pocket.

“The cross of Christ is the reality that gives shape to the way Christians should think about every detail of our lives right now, from our marriages to our money, from our suffering to our success.” (p.10)

“The cross of Christ is all we will need, and all we will have, on the last day of this life.  But wonderfully, it’s also all we need for today, and tomorrow, and every day up till that last one.” (p.11)

I liked watching this promotional interview with McKinley where he expresses what he hopes readers will get from his book.



The other thing that drew me to McKinley’s book is that he uses Luke’s narrative.  Having read and re-read Luke’s gospel as preparation for EQUIP13, I have come to appreciate the many details that Luke includes in his account of Jesus’ life and was eager to revisit what Luke recorded about Jesus’ last day on earth.







About our contributor:

I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know about Jesus (thanks mum and dad).
My story of faith is made up of every day ordinary moments – week by week going to church and Sunday school, and later on Youth group, praying at meals and bedtimes, reading Bible stories… plus a few significant moments.

One such significant moment occurred in 1979 at a Billy Graham Crusade.  Listening to the talk, I realized for the first time that I had to choose for myself to follow Jesus.  It wasn’t about whether my family trusted Jesus but did I.  So, I walked down to the front and gave my life to Jesus.  Later on, I found out my mother was in tears as she watched. 

Now I’m a mum myself – I get teary thinking about my own kids and whether I am doing all I can to make Christ known to them.  When I think about it, it’s all I want for them – that they will humbly bow before the cross of Jesus.

I also can’t remember a time when I didn’t love reading.  My father had a study full of bookshelves, every one overflowing with books.  I went from Enid Blyton to Lucy Maud Montgomery to Jane Austen to Alexander McCall Smith….
There are not many genres I don’t like reading – my husband thinks it’s hilarious that I am just as much a fan of Emily Bronte as I am of Tom Clancy.  The thing I’ve always liked about books is that ability to ‘walk in someone else’s shoes’.

Theological books have always been a lot harder to read but I have learned to value them and have acquired a taste for them.  So, pretty much there is always a stack of them, half-read, next to my bed.  My faith was formed on classics like JI Packer’s ‘Knowing God’ and Don Carson’s ‘How Long O Lord’.

I am really enjoying reading ‘Passion’ by Mike McKinley and look forward to the challenge of trying to write about it.