Reflection on John 17:1-11

 

John 17:1-11 (NRSVue)

¹ After Jesus had spoken these words [to his disciples,] he looked up to heaven and said, “Father, the hour has come; glorify your Son so that the Son may glorify you, ² since you have given him authority over all people, to give eternal life to all whom you have given him. ³ And this is eternal life, that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent. ⁴ I glorified you on earth by finishing the work that you gave me to do. ⁵ So now, Father, glorify me in your own presence with the glory that I had in your presence before the world existed.
  ⁶ “I have made your name known to those whom you gave me from the world. They were yours, and you gave them to me, and they have kept your word. ⁷ Now they know that everything you have given me is from you, ⁸ for the words that you gave to me I have given to them, and they have received them and know in truth that I came from you, and they have believed that you sent me. ⁹ I am asking on their behalf; I am not asking on behalf of the world but on behalf of those whom you gave me, because they are yours. ¹⁰ All mine are yours, and yours are mine, and I have been glorified in them. ¹¹ And now I am no longer in the world, but they are in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them in your name that you have given me, so that they may be one, as we are one.”

Reflection

Jesus prayed for you.  Have you ever stopped to think about that?  Jesus prayed for his followers.  We get to hear the words of his prayer right here in the gospel of John.  And since Jesus prayed for all his followers, that means that Jesus also prayed for you. 

It is like the night that a childhood friend of mine walked past his mother’s bedroom door after using the bathroom and overheard her talking.  There was no one else in the house.  His mother and father had divorced recently, so he could not imagine that anyone else would be in the bedroom, so he thought anyway.  He put his ear to the door and distinctly heard his mother praying to God for him.  She prayed that the divorce would not bring harm to his life.  She prayed that he might walk in better, less destructive ways.  She asked for forgiveness for all the ways that she was failing him as a mother.  What was the most remarkable thing to my friend was not what she prayed about, it was the very fact that she was taking the time to talk to God about him.

“She yells so much at me, I didn’t realize how much she cared.”

She prayed for him, and he was blown away by that simple fact.

Jesus prayed for you and me.  I am blown away by just that simple fact.  The breath of God that spoke the world into being, the very wisdom of God that brought order to the chaos waters that swirled about before creation, the Word of God who made our world into something beautiful and wonderful, the very hands and feet of God in the flesh, took the time to assume a posture of prayer with those hands and feet, and of all things that he could have prayed for, he chose to pray for you and me; his followers.

I need that reminder.  In a busy world with too much to do and too little time to do any of it well, in a lonely world where you are surrounded by people but few stick around to talk, in a world where tragedies and unexpected complications remind us that death is like a snake in the grass, just waiting to strike, I need the reminder that Jesus is not too busy or oblivious to stop and pray for even someone like me, and someone like you.

And what Jesus asks on our behalf is so on point.  It might not seem like it at first.  The Gospel of John is full of so very many words, but when you can untangle those words, you find that they are so on point and so relevant to our own prayers.

Jesus prayed, “Father, the hour has come; glorify your Son so that the Son may glorify you, since you have given him authority over all people, to give eternal life to all whom you have given him” (John 17:1-2).

Again, this may sound nothing more than a sentence of tangled words, but it is helpful to know that the word “glorify” in the ancient Greek language simply means: “reveal.”  So, Jesus prays that God the Father reveal or let us clearly see Jesus, the Son.  He asks this because Jesus truly wants to clearly reveal or show us the heart of God the Father.  Another way of putting it is that when Jesus hears us ask, “God, show me” or “God lead me” or “God I don’t understand” Jesus desires that our eyes might be opened to truly see him, because he is “the way, and the truth, and the life” (John 14:6).

Just a few years ago I was talking with a woman who feared death.  Of course, we all fear death in one way or another, but it was causing her major panic attacks.  She could not sleep.  She feared losing her husband.  She feared what the last moments of life are like and feared what might or might not be beyond.  She kept saying, “I want to know.  I just need to know.”  “Can you tell me?” she pleaded.

I prayed for her.  I prayed for her a lot, asking the same things that Jesus asked, asking that God might allow Jesus to show her what she needed to see so that she could finally find some rest and peace in the face of these anxiety-filled questions.

I think of another conversation that I had with someone else who was spared death, but asked over and over again, “Why am I still here?  What does God want with me?  What reason did God have for keeping me around?”  Behind the questions I could hear a yearning for life to finally be over, but for some reason God had chosen for life to not be over, and the person desperately needed to know why.

Again, I prayed.  I prayed that this person might not be kept in the dark.  I joined Jesus in his prayer to God the Father that this person might be able to look at Jesus and see these secrets of the Father that seemed so elusive.  I prayed that Jesus might show them the Father’s heart and the Father’s plan and purpose for them. 

Again, I said that I joined in Jesus’ prayer because he prayed that when we look at him, we might see something that would give us hope in the face of fear and in the face of uncertainty and not knowing.  Jesus prayed that we might see God through him, and I was praying the same thing.

And praying the prayer of Jesus made me think of other prayers Jesus that Jesus prayed, and that led me to a great and wonderful realization through which Jesus did give some peace and hope.

I thought about Jesus praying in the Garden of Gethsemane as his own death approached.  I thought about how Jesus asked for the cup to be taken from him.  I thought about how he questioned his purpose and whether he was on the right track and questioned if death was the only way.  I thought about the words of his prayer that held all this fear and confusion: “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me, yet not my will but yours be done” (Luke 22:42).

“Yet, not my will but yours be done.”  The words of the prayer lingered with me.  “Yet, not my will but yours be done.”  I thought about the absolute trust behind those words.  It is a trust that says, “I don’t want to drink a cup of death, but if that is the way, then I will trust it.”  It is a trust that says, “I don’t know exactly what you expect of me, but I will trust that your will is the right one.”  And I thought about how that sort of trust in the face of fear and confusion is none other than the beginning of eternal life.

Jesus teaches us, “This is eternal life, that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you sent” (John 17:3).  Eternal life is trusting in God the Father and trusting in Jesus who reveals the heart of God. According to Jesus trusting him is living with God, both now and into eternity.  Eternal life is trusting the one who holds onto us and does not let us go, despite our fears and questions, despite our misgivings about what the future holds or our purpose.  Jesus prays to God the Father, “All mine are yours, and yours are mine, and I have been glorified in them” (John 17:10).  We belong to God, no matter our fears and no matter our confusions.

If I could resume that conversation with the woman who feared death so much, I would show her that Jesus too feared and had misgivings.  But I would also show her that above all Jesus trusted in God the Father.  And that relationship made all the difference.  That relationship of trust allowed him to go to the cross.  That relationship of trust allowed him to love the world.  There are some questions that we just cannot answer, but we can trust the one who holds all the answers.

And If I could resume that conversation with the person who questioned their purpose now that they continue to live, I would point out how Jesus questioned his own purpose as well, but he trusted that where God the Father was leading him would impact people with a life-changing and world-changing love.  That love would give all who are held close by the Lord true life with God that lasts forever. 

Let us pray, Lord let us see you, truly see you, and show us how you trusted God the Father.  Give us that sort of trust so that you can turn us from all our fears and confusions, allowing us to truly live.  Amen.

Reflection on John 14:15-21

 

John 14:15-21 (NRSVue)

[Jesus said to the disciples:] 15 “If you love me, you will keep my commandments. 16 And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever. 17 This is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him because he abides with you, and he will be in you.

  18 “I will not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you. 19 In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me; because I live, you also will live. 20 On that day you will know that I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you. 21 They who have my commandments and keep them are those who love me, and those who love me will be loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them.”

 

Reflection

Jesus said, “If you love me, you will keep my commandments” (John 14:15).  Today’s gospel reading begins with love.  “If you love me…”  And those commandments that we are supposed to keep because we love Jesus, well guess that those are about?  Jesus said just before this, “I give you a new commandment, that you love one another.  Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another.  By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another” (John 13:34-35).  Do you feel the love?  It does not stop there.  There is even more love at the end of our gospel reading for today: “They who have my commandments and keep them are those who love me, and those who love me will be loved by me Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them” (John 14:21).

“Love, love, love.  Is it always about love?” the woman sitting next to me in the dentist’s office proclaimed rather loudly.  Let me explain.  I had sat down in the waiting area of the dentist’s office to await a normally scheduled cleaning when a woman came and sat next to me.  And by “sat next to me,” I mean right next to me; I mean sharing an arm rest next to me; I mean I can smell her morning coffee on her breath next to me.  Just so you get the full picture, there were at least 20 other empty seats from which she could have chosen to sit in the waiting area…20…other…seats!  Yet, she decided to choose to sit arm to arm, shoulder to shoulder, lower cheek to cheek, right next to me.  I was just a man in his early thirties at the time, and with this older woman squished right next to me like we were newlyweds, we seemed to be reenacting a scene from the Graduate right there in the dentist’s waiting room.  “Hello Mrs. Robinson.”

I was too polite to leave, I did not want to seem rude or hate filled, but I did lean on the other arm rest to provide a little space, and I did bury my face even deeper in my magazine to hint that I might be polite, but I am not the conversation type.  She did not get the hint.

“Hello, my name’s Kelly.  I’m a retired grandma.  Or maybe, I’m just a tired grandma.  Ha!  So, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a pastor,” I said briefly while keeping my nose in my magazine.

Here is a simple truth about the world.  If you want to keep a conversation brief, the one thing you never say to another person is, “I’m a pastor.”  If you want brief interactions, you lie and say something like, “I’m a septic cleaner.”  Or you say, “I deal in death row medications.”  Or you can even say, “I’m a dentist, and a bad one at that.”  Any one of these options will effectively ensure that the quiet of the space is maintained for the next ten minutes.  But nooooooo, I just had to blurt out that I’m at pastor. 

“Really!”  She said, relishing the conversation that she was about to have, like I was a piece of steak, sizzling right in front of a salivating lion.  And then for the next five minutes she proceeded to tell me of her church searching journey, beginning with the Catholics, who are just too stiff and formal, proceeding through the Methodists, and Episcopalians and several non-denominational churches.  I heard about them all!  I heard about their pastors and her opinions of them.  I heard about their people and the types of food they brought to the potlucks, none of which she could eat because of her dietary allergies.  I was not shocked.

“Where is the hygienist anyway?” I thought to myself as the fake smile on my lips started to hurt my facial muscles.  She continued on about what kind of sermons she liked and did not like and that is when she loudly proclaimed, “Love, love, love.  Is it always about love?  Don’t get me wrong, I like love.  But there are a lot more important things in this world that can be preached on than some wishy washy words about love!  That is why I left the Methodist church.  Love was all you heard from that guy!”

I was at the dentist for a simple cleaning, but I would have gladly taken a filling, drilled with no Novocain in a heartbeat.  What was taking my hygienist so long?

It is not the first time I have heard the complaint.  I have heard it many times.  Many people desire that they would primarily hear from their pulpits some harsh biblical truths, judgments on this sinful world, and a lot more defining of who is saved and who is condemned.  Preachers are not to be lovers; they are to be speakers of biblical truths; modern day prophets who chastise the sinners and prop up the righteous.

But here is the problem with that desire.  Love is mentioned well over 750 times in the Bible.  God’s justice is mentioned just 250 times, and it is often mentioned because God is showing love to the lowly ones who need justice.  Now, of those 750 time that love is mentioned in the Bible, 57 of those times are right here in the gospel of John alone!  That is the gospel that we are reading this morning.  On top of that, Jesus blatantly says that his new commandment is to “love” in the same way that he loved us (John 13:34). 

There is a reason that we hear so much love coming from our pulpits.  It is because love is the single most important thing to the life of faith according to our savior, Jesus Christ.  Even the Apostle Paul, who cares a lot about our moral lives centers his theology around this statement: “God demonstrates his own love for us in this: while we were still sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:8).

Now, I understand where she was coming from.  I get it.  I know that there are preachers out there who preach a cheap sort of love and a cheap sort of grace.  It is all flowers and baby giggles and trophies for everyone!  It get it.  I truly get it.  We are all tired of cheap love that costs nothing.  Cheap grace saves no one.  Pastor and theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer once taught:

“Cheap grace is the preaching of forgiveness without requiring repentance, baptism without church discipline, Communion without confession, absolution without personal confession. Cheap grace is grace without discipleship, grace without the cross, grace without Jesus Christ, living and incarnate.

Costly grace is the treasure hidden in the field; for the sake of it a man will go and sell all that he has. It is the pearl of great price to buy which the merchant will sell all his goods. It is the kingly rule of Christ, for whose sake a man will pluck out the eye which causes him to stumble; it is the call of Jesus Christ at which the disciple leaves his nets and follows him.

Costly grace is the gospel which must be sought again and again, the gift which must be asked for, the door at which a man must knock.

Such grace is costly because it calls us to follow, and it is grace because it calls us to follow Jesus Christ. It is costly because it costs a man his life, and it is grace because it gives a man the only true life. It is costly because it condemns sin, and grace because it justifies the sinner. Above all, it is costly because it cost God the life of his Son: "ye were bought at a price," and what has cost God much cannot be cheap for us” (Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship).

The love of Jesus Christ, the love shown his disciples, the love poured out on us and expected from us is not a cheap love of sunshine and rainbows.  It is a love that dares to heal a paralyzed man on the Sabbath, causing Jesus personal persecution and harm from the religious leaders (John 5:1-15).  This love is a costly love.  

It is a love that dares to care for the hunger of 5,000 people in a deserted place when there was nothing but scraps of food to split among them all (John 6:1-14).  This love is a costly love.  

It is a love that dares to heal and care for a blind man that has been cast out from his own people (John 9:1-41).  Do not underestimate the cost of associating with the wrong people.  This love is a costly love.  

It is a love that ventures into dangerous territory to raise someone Jesus loves from the dead, knowing that the disruption that it causes among the people will directly lead to his own death (John 11:1-45).  This love of Jesus Christ is a costly love that goes all the way to the cross to save a sinful world.  There is nothing cheap about this love.  “You were bought with a price” (1 Corinthians 6:20).

But make no mistake, the world is saved because of this love.  It is not saved by moral perfection.  It is not saved by damning and eliminating the sinner.  It is not saved by preaching a hard biblical truth that is actually hate speech in disguise.  The world is saved by love.  “For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life” (John 3:16).

And just in case we have a problem latching onto that sort of costly love, in case we have a problem inhabiting the sort of life that graciously shares that sort of costly love to the people around us, Jesus promises someone who will walk beside us: the Holy Spirit.  Jesus promises you that the Holy Spirit will “be with you forever” (John 14:16).  “I will not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you. In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me; because I live, you also will live” (John 14:18-19).

We are people who have been loved at a cost.  We are people of costly love.  We are people who love others in costly ways.  And it is the Holy Spirit that reminds us of that truth again and again and again.  “I will love them and reveal myself to them,” Jesus promises (John 14:21).  We will be given that costly love again and again, so that the true power of God’s costly love, a love that threatens to get us into trouble with the world, might take root within us and grow deeply within our very souls.

I did not say any of this to the woman who was seated much too close to me.  I just smiled and nodded as she went on and on with her nonsense; trying to teach me how to preach properly when she did not even have a basic grasp of what true gospel preaching is all about.  It is like me trying to tell a rocket scientist how to make rockets fly better.  And just as a polite rocket scientist would give me a fake smile and pray for me to just fly away, I continued with my own fake smile.

And just as my fake smile muscles were about to give up for good, the muscles beginning to twitch slightly with jabs of pain, my dental hygienist, oh my glorious, lovely, gift of God’s love dental hygienist came out of the door and called my name. “Jira, you are up next.”

I got up, turned to the woman, and said, “Here’s my sermon: God loves you!” I did not mean it in a snarky way…well…I did mean it is a snarky way, but I also truly meant it.  Because according to the logic of Jesus, the logic of the cross, the logic of the good news, you cannot possibly know the deep importance of love until you are loved in a deep and important way.  You cannot possibly know the deep importance of love until you are loved in a deep and important way.  I prayed, as the plaque was scraped from my teeth, that whatever was keeping that woman from experiencing the deep, costly love of Jesus Christ might also be scraped away from her soul.  I prayed that the Holy Spirit be with her forever, abiding with her and transforming her with love so that the deep, courageous love of Jesus Christ might “abide” with her and be “in” her (John 14:17).

Who knows, maybe the Spirit would transform her into a vessel of love, and she would be aware enough and loving enough to sit at least one seat away from the next person she encounters in the dentist’s office.  One can only hope.  If Jesus’ love can cause a man to come back to life, then I am certain that Jesus can resurrect her love for her fellow humans as well.

Reflection on John 14:1-14

 

John 14:1-14 (NRSVue)

[Jesus said to the disciples:] ¹ “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. ² In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? ³ And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also. ⁴ And you know the way to the place where I am going.” ⁵ Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?” ⁶ Jesus said to him, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. ⁷ If you know me, you will know my Father also. From now on you do know him and have seen him.”
  ⁸ Philip said to him, “Lord, show us the Father, and we will be satisfied.” ⁹ Jesus said to him, “Have I been with you all this time, Philip, and you still do not know me? Whoever has seen me has seen the Father. How can you say, ‘Show us the Father’? ¹⁰ Do you not believe that I am in the Father and the Father is in me? The words that I say to you I do not speak on my own, but the Father who dwells in me does his works. ¹¹ Believe me that I am in the Father and the Father is in me, but if you do not, then believe because of the works themselves. ¹² Very truly, I tell you, the one who believes in me will also do the works that I do and, in fact, will do greater works than these, because I am going to the Father. ¹³ I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. ¹⁴ If in my name you ask me for anything, I will do it.”

Sermon

Have you ever been given a piece of information about something in the Bible that just blows your mind; that changes how you have always read a certain text; that allow God to speak right to your very soul in a new way?

That happened to me when I was doing a word study on the phrase, “In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places” (NRSVue, John 14:2).  You might have learned it as, “In my Father’s house are many mansions.”  This way of translating the Greek text combined with Jesus promise that “I go to prepare a place for you” (John 14:2) sends me into imagining a grand house with many rooms, but one room in particular that has been chosen and decorated just for me.  It has a brand-new Taylor acoustic guitar over in the corner ready for me to play, a massage table in another corner just waiting for me to find rest, a comfy couch to snuggle the children and cuddle with my wife, and a table with plates and plates of Resees’ Peanut Butter Cups and Nutty Buddy Bars.  You know, a room full of life’s necessities.  “In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places” and “I go to prepare a place for you.”

“In my Father’s house are many mansions,” never did much for me as a kid because all I imagined were lots of rooms filled with doll house mansions.  How else do you fit mansions into a house?  And what boy dreams of an eternal life playing with dolls?

But when I sat down to translate this Greek phrase from scratch, my understanding of what Jesus was saying here and promising to us was completely transformed, and it was like Jesus taught me something new and profound.  So, are you ready to hear my translation?  I kind of feel like you are going to be disappointed because it translates into something that barely resembles a sentence.  But I promise it is great and I will unpack it.  So here it is: “In my father’s household there are many abidings.”

There are two things to notice here.  First is that I translated the word for “house” as “household.”  House is a place, but the Greek word means so much more than a place.  Not only is it your home, but it is also all of the people and relationships that make it a home.  Going to my grandma’s home also meant playing poker upstairs with my cousins, eating hot dish (which you know as goulash, but it is a family favorite), climbing my Uncle Marlin’s back, and having deep theological conversations with my aunt.  A household includes all of the people and relationships.  That is what Jesus is really trying to get at here. 

The second thing to notice is that the word “places” is not in the original text.  We read, “In my Father’s household there are many dwelling ‘places,’’ but the word “places” is not actually there.  It is just the word for “abiding.”  “In my father’s household there are many abidings.” 

And to help you understand that, I am going to tell you about tilling gardens.

When I was in elementary school, my father had a mowing and tilling business.  In the spring, we would put the riding mower with a tiller on the back, drive it up onto the trailer, and drive to people’s gardens to prepare them for spring planting.  Now, you have to understand that the tiller, though heavy was not quite heavy enough to really turn up the soil.  You needed extra weight on top of the tiller to really get it good and deep in the soil.  So, my dad would invite me to come along and stand on the tiller, to get it deep enough to till up the soil.

Now, you might be thinking, would not making your child straddle the hydraulic shaft, the one with the picture of the guy being wrapped around the hydraulic shaft and becoming decapitated, be sort of a bad idea.  I would stare at that picture each time we headed into a new garden.  But it did not seem to bother my dad, so it did not bother me.

“Where is this going Jira?” you might be asking.  We are almost there.

You see, my dad could have used some sort of sandbag for the same purpose, but if he had done that, then there would not have been a child giggling behind him as we hit the bumps.  There would not have been the conversations in his ear about the Minnesota Twins and their chances at winning this year.  There would not have been the donuts shared together.  As we drove to the next garden.  There would not have been the love.  There would not have been the opportunity to just abide together.

In Jesus’ household there are many abidings.  In Jesus’ household there is always space for one more person to have that sort of close relationship of love and shared work together with Jesus.  Jesus has made space for you in his household.  There is always space, there is always room for another person, there is always a role for you that allows you to fit in.  And Jesus has made an abiding for your neighbor as well.  There is a place for them to live with all of us as well.

In Jesus’ household there are many abidings.

That reminds me of something that a good friend in High School said often.  Whenever he felt pressured to care about the destination of his eternal soul, whenever he felt pressured to be “saved” and make sure that he “got to heaven” he would declare again and again: “I don’t care about heaven; I care about people.” 

And it was true.  He did care about people.  His career became one about deeply caring for the metal health of others.  He truly did not care about the place he was going.  When choosing a college, he did not care about how prestigious the school was that he chose.  He only cared about who would be there with him. “I don’t care about heaven; I care about people.”

In contrast to that, I think about the funeral of an acquaintance where the pastor read today’s reading from the gospel of John, “In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places,” and he preached about how Jesus had gone to prepare a room in God’s huge house for this man who liked to hunt and fish.  Rather than Resees’ and guitars though, Jesus was welcoming this guy with fishing rods hung on the walls, a card table with new decks of cards stacked on top, a mini-bar in the corner (he would have loved that), and, of course, the beloved, comfy recliner with the shape of his back end already imprinted on the seat.

The pastor assured us that Jesus had prepared a place for him because Jesus truly knew him.  Jesus had not forgotten him.

It was a comforting image.  Really it was.  It was a good sermon.  It was the type of sermon that I have preached many times.  But the talk of a “place” once again aroused the memory of my friend’s words: “I don’t care about heaven, I care about people.”  And it made me think about my translation that reads, “In my father’s household there are many abidings.”  Jesus is not only talking about an otherworldly destination.  Jesus is talking about all of us living our lives with him.  Jesus is talking about all of us walking with him. And this life begins now, not after we have taken our final breaths.

Hearing Jesus’ words in another way sounds like: “In my Father’s family there is space for you to live and grow.  If that wasn’t the case, would I have mentioned to you that I go to prepare a spot for all of you? And if I leave to make a spot for all of you, I will come right back and will pull all of you along with me, so that where I am going, you can be right there with me also. And you know how to get to where I am going.”

It is like Jesus is saying, “I care about people.”  In fact, it is not “like” he is saying that; he is saying that!  Jesus is saying, “I care about you.”  Jesus is saying, “I don’t care what others think about you.  I don’t care if others choose to bring you into their family or not.  There is a spot in my family for you and a role for you to play in that family.  I am leaving to make a spot for you.  I am going to the cross to forgive you, and I am going to the Father so that you can tag along too.  I am the way, the truth, and the life.  I care about people.”

People ask me all the time “What heaven is like?”  “Can I jump as high as I want?”  “Can I enjoy the pleasures that I never had a chance to experience here on earth?”  “Can eat all the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups I want and not get fat?”  I have no idea who would ask such a worthless question.  What is heaven like?  What does the Bible say?

Beyond hinting that the life to come it is like the Garden of Eden where we walked and talked with God, or hinting that it is a holy city that comes down to earth with streams of water spilling from it that restore the earth and a garden with a tree that heals all people and all nations, the Bible does not really talk all that much about a place. 

Rather, it talks about who is there.

God is right there.  Revelation 21:3 reads, “And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, ‘See, the home of God is among mortals. He will dwell with them as their God; they will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them…’”

The most important thing about our Father’s home is not the place itself but is the relationship.  Jesus cares about you being brought to the heart of God, in a deep, holy and loving relationship. 

What is Jesus preparing for us?  He is preparing us to have God as our home, our life, and our existence.  “I am the way, and the truth, and the life,” Jesus says (John 14:6).  “Believe me that I am in the Father and the Father is in me” (John 14:11).  Jesus’ life is about drawing us closer so that we can exist with God.  God desires more than anything to be at home with us no matter where we are or when we are. 

In God you will always have a home.  Jesus has made a space for you.  Your sinful past cannot keep you out.  Jesus has made a space for you.  Your rejection by others is not shared by God.  Jesus has made a space for you.  You have a home in God because Jesus made a space for you to be a part of God’s family.  In God you will always have a home.

“This is heaven!” the young man said.  He had a huge smile on his face while he sat at the table in his new church, a plate piled full of food sitting in front of him.

“This pile of food is heaven?” the pastor asked to the chuckles of the people gathered with them at the table.

“The young man giggled for a full fifteen seconds and then said, “No!”  Then he typed something onto an electronic tablet. 

You see, the young man had a disability that did not allow him to speak clearly.  The disability made life very lonely for the young man.  People could not understand what he said and so they shied away from talking to him.  He was a lonely individual.

But one day a woman decided to sit down with this lonely man at a community meal at the local firehall and talk.  When she could not understand him, rather than cutting the conversation short like most people, she got out her electronic tablet and told him to type what he wanted to say.  That is how they got to know each other for the next hour, him typing his life into the tablet so that she could learn about him and understand.  At the end of the meal, she said to the young man, “This was a wonderful conversation, why don’t you keep the tablet until Sunday, so that we can talk again at my church.”

Let us forward again in time to see him with a pile of food in front of him.  The young man giggled when the pastor asked, “This pile of food is heaven?”

The young man said, “No!” and then typed something into the tablet.  He handed the tablet to the kind woman who read to the others at the table, “Being with all of you is heaven.”

That is the way of God’s family.  It is a household of those gathered by Jesus, forgiven, saved, and restored to live this life with one another.  It is heaven, right here on earth, where all are gathered by Jesus to live in God’s ways of love.

“Very truly, I tell you, the one who believes [who trusts] in me will also do the works that I do and, in fact, will do greater works than these, because I am going to the Father,” Jesus said (John 14:12). 

And the followers of Jesus Christ do.  The followers of Jesus Christ continue to gather more people into the forgiveness, love, and life of Jesus Christ than Jesus himself could have ever done while walking this earth.  The followers of Jesus Christ desire to be what God made them to be, a household where Jesus has made space for everyone to live.

“In my Father’s household, there are many abidings.”

“In my Father’s family there is space for all of us to live and grow.

Reflection on John 10:1-10

 

John 10:1-10 (NRSVue)

[Jesus said:] 1 “Very truly, I tell you, anyone who does not enter the sheepfold by the gate but climbs in by another way is a thief and a bandit. 2 The one who enters by the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. 3 The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep hear his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. 4 When he has brought out all his own, he goes ahead of them, and the sheep follow him because they know his voice. 5 They will not follow a stranger, but they will run from him because they do not know the voice of strangers.” 6 Jesus used this figure of speech with them, but they did not understand what he was saying to them.

  7 So again Jesus said to them, “Very truly, I tell you, I am the gate for the sheep. 8 All who came before me are thieves and bandits, but the sheep did not listen to them. 9 I am the gate. Whoever enters by me will be saved and will come in and go out and find pasture. 10 The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.”

Reflection

For just a moment, if you can, imagine that you are blind.  More than just blind, imagine that you have never seen a single thing since birth.  Delete from your mind every sunset.  Delete from your mind the eyes of your mother looking down upon you with love.  Delete from your mind watching waves of wind blowing over fields of grain.  Imagine that you have never seen any of those things. 

Now imagine that sounds are imprinted in your mind instead of images.  People are known to you for their voices, not their faces.  And some of the words imprinted in your mind and on your soul are the voices of people who have talked about you behind your back as if you were deaf and not blind, talking as if you were damaged goods, whispering of sins that you must have been committed or that your parents must have committed that has caused you to live in your dark world.  Imagine being excluded from conversations and other people in general because people refuse to come near such an obvious product of sin.  In their eyes you are a sin to be pitied.  You are an alien to be excluded.  It is a dark life, made even darker because of these soulless people.

Now imagine suddenly feeling the coolness of mud wiped across your eyes with careful, caring hands, and a loving voice telling you to go and wash the mud off in a pool.  As the clumps of mud fall from your eyes, something new pierces into your world.  It is light!  You open your eyes and for the first time see the shimmering of something that you have only ever heard and felt: water.  You look up and see the blue of the sky.  You look next to you and see the look of puzzlement on the face of someone standing beside you.  You did not realize that you were shouting at the top of your lungs the entire time that you can see! 

You can see because someone took the time to come and find you.

Days later, you see the face of the one who took the time to come and find you.  He finds you again, after the very people of your hometown, who should have rejoiced with you, turned on you and rejected you instead.  They hated the man who restored your sight.  So, they hate you as well. You have once again been pushed into the dark, alone.  These people are the blind ones.  They are blind to love.  They are blind to goodness.  And you would be utterly alone if not for Jesus who finds you once again and invites you to be one of his sheep.

Jesus is the type of shepherd who goes out of his way to find his sheep.  Jesus is the type of shepherd who calls out his sheep’s names and his sheep hear his voice and follow him, trusting that he will lead them to green pastures and still waters.  Jesus is the type of shepherd who will lie in the gate of the sheepfold at night, using his body to protect and save his sheep.

“The Lord is my shepherd,” I imagine the soul of the formerly blind man singing.  “I shall not be in want” I imagine the soul of the formerly blind man musing as Jesus finds him a second time and provides him more than sight but also gives him a family and a Lord to follow.  “My cup overflows,” I imagine the blind man looking to God as he rests close to the one who saved him and gave him gifts greater than anything he could have possibly imagined, sight and a heavenly family.  Imagine the love now in that formerly blind man’s heart.  He will follow that savior anywhere.

I love to just lay down at night and imagine myself into the sandals of that blind man from John, chapter 9.  I love to imagine what it felt like to be found by a shepherd that you never even knew you had.

Now, take a moment to imagine that you can see perfectly fine.  You can see the beauty of the sunset.  You can see the faces of your wonderful children.  But your heart is cold and blind.  Imagine throwing out a formerly blind man from the community because he was dangerously praising a false prophet.  Imagine that your sense of right and wrong has made you blind not only to this man’s life of suffering, but also to his newfound joy.  All you see when you look at this man is someone who has been deceived by a charlatan.  This sort of poison cannot be allowed to spread throughout your town.  This poor, delusional man and the charlatan who claimed to save him must be pushed away before they spread their ways and their lies to everyone else.

Why is it so hard to see an act of love as purely that, an act of love and healing?  Why does love have so little effect on the heart?  Why does that act of love increase hatred?

There is little time to ponder such questions because the one who loved and healed the man calls you blind.  He accuses you.  It is not hard to understand why Jesus was given a cross?

After-all, if you could actually see, you would seek and find rather than exclude and expel. 

Imagine Jesus trying to pry open your eyes so that you can see the world in a new way; so that you can see people in a new way.  Imagine Jesus opening your eyes to the ways of the good shepherd.

The good shepherd, “calls his own sheep by name and leads them out” (John 10:3)  “He goes ahead of them, and the sheep follow him because they know his voice” (John 10:4)  And those sheep who follow Jesus, “will be saved and will come in and go out and find pasture” (John 10:9).  Our good shepherd “came that they may have life and have it abundantly” (John 10:10).

Now, I have to admit that I have been both.  I have been the sheep who was excluded and mistreated, and who was found by Jesus and shown love and care.  But I have also been the thief who looks at a little sheep and steals them from grace, looking at them with a lens of right and wrong, condemning them rather than loving them into the sheepfold.

When I was the excluded one, the love I was shown felt like pure grace. 

When I was the one doing the excluding, showing love to people who were obviously sinners felt like weakness and it fueled my burning rage even more. 

I just want to point out that it was the same love of Jesus Christ in both cases.  In one case the love of Jesus saved a wretch like me, just like it saved that blind man.  And in the other case the love shown a wretch I hated did nothing but fuel my anger and condemn me. 

In both cases, Jesus showered his love.  It was me who was the problem. 

When I was the one loved, I embraced it.  When the love was for someone else that I deemed unworthy, I disregarded it.  As the Apostle Paul once said, to those who have nothing but a heart of destruction, the sacrificial love of Jesus for someone else is absolute “foolishness” (1 Corinthians 1:18). 

In the one case, I felt welcomed into Jesus’ sheepfold, and in the other I tried to sneak in and steal someone from Jesus’ care.  But at all times it was all about how I either accepted or did not accept the love shown to a particular sort of sheep.  It was all about me.

Do you know who it should have been about?  Jesus, the shepherd!

Jesus teaches, “The one who enters by the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep hear his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes ahead of them, and the sheep follow him because they know his voice” (John 10:2-4).

It is Jesus who decides who he will find.  It is Jesus who decides who he will love and who he will call to follow.  It is Jesus who is the gatekeeper, who lays in front of the gate and lets in and out. 

Jesus says, “Very truly, I tell you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who came before me are thieves and bandits; but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the gate. Whoever enters by me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture” (John 10:7-9).

As hard as it is to get it through this thick scull of mine, and my skull can be very, very thick, it is Jesus who is the gate.  Jesus gets to decide who comes in and goes out.  It does not matter if I do not like the other sheep around me.  All of us are sinners who need to follow our shepherd.  I am not the leader.  I am not the shepherd.  And besides, those other sheep probably do not like me either.

None of that matters because Jesus is the shepherd!  Jesus is the gate!  Salvation comes through him!  Salvation does not come through us.  How easy it is to forget.

Psalm 23 reminds us that “The Lord is my shepherd…”

These five words are so, so beautiful.  They are a promise to us when we are the sheep finding ourselves in the dark valleys.  And they are a reminder when we are the ones causing the darkness in the valley.

“The Lord is my shepherd…”

So, I will repeat those five words again and again.  They will be my hope.  They will be my guide.  They will be my truth. 

“The Lord is my shepherd…”  The words will remind me to look to Jesus who is “the way, the truth, and the life” (John 14:6).  “The Lord is my shepherd…”  The words will remind me that Jesus is who we follow, even though we may disagree and misunderstand.  “The Lord is my shepherd…”  The words will remind us who it is that provides abundant life; and I will tell you right now, it is not me and it is not you.  “The Lord is my shepherd…”  The words remind us to look always to Jesus Christ who will not lead us by wrong pathways.

(Praying) Jesus, find us; lead us; save us; be our shepherd.  Amen.