Sunday, December 27, 2020

One more meal

What do you say when you sit down to eat for the last time with the people you've grown closest with for the last 3 years? How do you tell them you love them? How does one say goodbye? Do you even ruin the moment by reminding them you're dying or do you just ignore it?
If you knew your every action and word was being recorded for posterity, would that change what you do?  

1 night. 1 meal. 1 group of people that you love and are very close with. 

Jesus washed their feet. 
It's interesting that out of the four Gospels, only John mentions that, in the middle of supper, Jesus kneels and performs this menial task. Yet this one act paints one of the clearest pictures of Jesus’ character. Sometimes it's easy to forget that Jesus was human too, He had real emotions, desires, friends, tears, joy. His actions are so out of the ordinary that we tend to assume He wasn’t at all ordinary. God was a man. He lived among men and He ate His last meal with men who expected Him to act like a normal man. And most normal men would have done something normal on their last night alive. Actually, I doubt any of us would do what He did. See, I would have written a speech. You know, something powerful, persuasive, moving, and very focused on me and why I matter and should be remembered. I probably would have listed all the great moments we had all had together, told them about the times I worked miracles and they weren't even watching, reminded them that I loved them and instructed them to keep spreading my legacy around the world. I would have made my last moments great. Jesus made His last moments humble. Knowing He was going to die the next day and these were some of His last moments with His disciples and friends, he didn't do what most humans would have done.
Actions speak louder than words. 
Two of the people around the table were going to betray Him. All of them had at one point doubted Him. They had been together through some rough times, He'd seen them at their worst. These disciples had been consumed with petty things, interested in glory, full of pesky questions, and they were sinners. Jesus never sinned. In every way that seems to matter to us, Jesus was above them. He loved them anyway. He didn't just say it, He did it. Love is an action, so Jesus dressed as a servant, lowered Himself to His knees, and washed their feet. 

The shock Peter expressed was felt around the room. 

Who was this man who claimed to be the Son of God, had become the beacon of their hope, and now submitted them to the awkwardness of cleaning the dirt from feet? Expectations were shattered.
"Do you understand what I have done to you?" Jesus asks. No one did. Very few people today understand either. We think that to imitate Jesus we just have to pray more, or maybe harder. For us, loving others looks like explaining the meaning of the hypostatic union or argue out our opinion on predestination. Maybe being Jesus for you means tithing, evangelizing, going to church, or visiting nursing homes. 
That's what everyone expects you to do.  
That's normal. 
Being Jesus means doing what no one expects. Be Jesus- get down on your knees and love. 
The King, Son of God, Holy of Holies, Lord of all, the Spoken Word, Logos, our Savior Jesus was about to die. He came to love, He lived to serve, He died to save. In doing so, He flipped the script and rewrote what it looked like to be a great human. No speech, no partying, no prolonged hugs or pity party, nothing we would expect from a dying man. When He finishes washing the feet of mere men He says, "I have given you an example, that you also should do just as I have done to you". His example was to do the unexpected. His example was humility. This image of serving is what it means to be Jesus to the world around us.

We don't understand what Jesus did, if we did we would always be shattering expectations. It's too awkward for us to actually see washing people's feet as an example of what we should do every day. So we look at the Last Supper foot-washing as a symbolic ritual that Christ did, something we don't have to repeat. We ignore the call on our life to do menial acts of service for the people that scorn us, betray us, or just annoy us. Instead, we pretend to imitate Christ by doing exactly what everyone expects us to do. Being Jesus doesn't mean allowing ourselves to get trapped in a box or trend of "Christianity".

What does the world expect from you? Humble yourself and do something greater. Today, take Jesus literally. Follow the example that He used His last meal to set for you. Step outside of your given role, lower yourself and do the unexpected. The people around you need Jesus, be Jesus for them. Serve them. Shock them. If you only had one more meal, what could be more powerful than to follow the example of our Lord?

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Eighteen.

6,570 days ago, I was born.

I don't know why.
I don't know why God chose to give my parents twins, why I was born second, why I was given the brain that I have and the situation I was placed in. All I know now is that I have somehow made it 18 years on this planet and God has a plan for my future that will bring me joy and Him glory. Each year I try to write something about turning a new age or about the year before.
365 days ago I turned 17 and wrote about how the next year would be focused on love. I could have never predicted the roller coaster that would follow an amazing birthday. People this year were amazing, I don't know where I would be without the incredible love I've been shown. Now I'm another year older but this birthday is supposed to be a bigger milestone because I'm legally an adult now. Sounds scary but honestly it feels normal. Age is just a number, experience and responsibility is, in many ways, what makes someone an adult. I started seeing myself as an adult shortly after I turned 16, I grew up too fast and don't really remember ever feeling like a kid after that. Now it's official though, the parties were thrown, the cards arrived in the mail, the sun dawned on the morning of Dec 6 and I became an adult. These last few years, I've felt so grown up, but, on my 18th birthday I started reflecting on how young I really was. 
I'm young. Only 18. Still a kid, still fighting to hold on to basic childlike faith. I'm the same girl that wrote about hope. The same one that dropped all her speech props on the floor. The one that stood shaking at awards after her first debate finals. I'm the hypocrite that gave the speech on hypocrisy. Yes, I'm the 15 year old that drove the car into the garage door and I'm the coach whose kids had to say goodbye just a few days ago.  But I also get a new start. Same past, same person, same personality, but dropped into the middle of a whole new world with new responsibilities and freedoms. A new car, a new phone, a new job, a new home, a new church, new plans, books, people, chances, and opportunities. I still have so much to learn, I have so far to go, but (maybe for the first time) I'm genuinely excited and very hopeful for what the future will hold. When asked what one goal would be for my 19th year year alive my first thought was this: I want to see Jesus use my words to change and impact lives even more this year. 
Every moment of these 18 years has been divinely orchestrated to create where and who I am now. I am who I am because of the God who controlled my past and controls my future. I want to give it all back to Him, I want to pour out on others like I have been poured into this year. I'm still so young but legally an adult, I have freedom and responsibility, a heavy, powerful past and an exciting, open future. I want to use all of that to bring others closer to Christ. 
I still don't know why I was born or how I got to where I am now, this is not the life I could have ever planned for myself. But God, who is rich in mercy, moved all the pieces into place and by His providence gave me a 19th year to live for His glory and my joy, and I'm excited. 

"Time is on the run so don't chase it"- Young, Jon Robert Hall
"The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound"- Isaiah 61:1