Show me God!
How many of
us can relate to that question? If only
I could see God, maybe I would understand why this happened in my life, or that
happened in my life. If only I could
know that God was real, maybe I wouldn’t worry so much about what the future
holds. If only I could talk to God,
maybe I could convince God that my life should become easier than it is. If only I could show God how unfair my life
has been, maybe God would fix it for me.
And so on. The questions are never-ending
and is a natural a part of being human.
We all have questions.
The Bible is
full of stories of humans asking questions, from Eve saying ‘why shouldn’t I
have a taste of an apple’ to the builders of the tower of Babel asking ‘why can’t
we build all the way to where God lives so we can see for ourselves. And the story of God creating ever more
diversity. Diversity of shapes,
diversity of creatures, diversity of languages.
God could
have just made a world full of butterflies and flowers. Evolution could have stopped there. We could have all had an easy life as a
caterpillar. Eat and eat and eat until
we sleep, spin our cocoons, have a deep sleep of about a week or so and turn
into something beautiful that can fly through the skies. But the diversity was somehow an important
part of the plan.
Peter and
the disciples were unsure of whether there was a plan anymore. They had lost their beloved leader and kept
meeting in the same room time after time where they gathered to remember the
night before he died. They were stuck in
that ‘remember when’ and ‘back in the good old days’ thinking. They were caught
in a rut, only talking to each other and sharing the stories that were no
longer new. They felt tied up,
constrained by the oppressive government and the religious system that Jesus
had challenged and loved so much. They
were not expecting anything different.
They were in a cocoon time of their lives, wrestling with the old but
not knowing what the new would bring.
They were no longer caterpillars, but they were certainly not
butterflies yet.
Enter the
Spirit! It doesn’t want anyone to live
their life in a rut of egotism or shame or guilt or arrogance. It blows newness into the dustiest soul and
shines light in the darkest corners of our minds and hearts. It calls out for us
to take Jesus’ words seriously.
Jesus knew
that his message of equality, justice and love was not easy for people to learn
or hear or put into practise. He knew that
it would take a great deal of courage, commitment and honesty on the part of
his followers to make his teachings more than just a conversation on a summer
morning. He knew that they thought of
themselves as lowly caterpillars. He
could see that their grief would spin tight cocoons of fear and sadness and inadequacy
around them. He knew that they would
need something more if they were ever going to fly. They would be stuck in the past, afraid of
the present and with no hope for the future.
Not unlike
many of us who have tried new things again and again only to crash or see our
hopes dashed or find our plans going awry until we too feel like we are in
tight cocoons. Someone said to me this week
that the thought “I can do it myself” is a great predictor of failure.
We see that
happening over and over. In AA, the
first step of recovery is to recognize when we can’t do it all by
ourselves. We hear stories of folks
living with severe shame or guilt or depression or mental illness who are sure
that reaching out for help is impossible for them to do. They will go to the doctor if they have a
broken leg, the dentist if they have a broken tooth, but they won’t do a thing
if they have a broken heart or ill mind, obsessing on unhealthy thoughts, beating
themselves up with negative thoughts of blame or resentment. Some folks, and I have been there, treat
themselves in downright bullying ways, yelling at themselves in ways that they
would be ashamed to be caught doing to a child.
Why do we persist in treating ourselves in ways that we would never
treat others? And we get caught up in a
tight web of our own making.
The spirit
comes into our lives, sometimes like a flame, like a windstorm or like a gentle
breeze. We have the dramatic story in
our scriptures, but John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, talked about his
heart being strangely warmed one night in a small worship service. And the spirit does not come into our lives
just to release our cocoons or rescue us from our ruts, although that is great
when it happens, but to transform our lives into joyful experiences that reach
out to others.
If the
Spirit had wanted Peter and the others to take over the Temple in Jerusalem,
there would be no need for the different languages. But the Spirit wanted them to reach out to
the whole world. The Spirit gave gifts
that would break them out of their self-centered pity parties, and become ambassadors
to a more beautiful vision of what the world could be like for everyone.
A world
where all are treated with dignity and respect, a world where people living
lives of pain could see hope for healing, where they wouldn’t feel ashamed for
asking for help, and would get the help they needed. A world where bullying was non-existant,
where racism had come to and end, a world where we respect the beautiful
diversity of God’s creation. A world
where we have all been transformed from lowly worms to beautiful flying
butterflies able to ride the winds of change to co-create God’s heaven here on
Earth. May it be so for us all one day.
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