Guidance from Overlooked Men and Women of the Bible

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I Am Being Colonized

Photo by Jonne Huotari on Unsplash

I am being colonized.

And I’m letting it happen.

What is colonization?

Colonization is a process where another nation, or culture, or people group, enters and wrests control from indigenous people. It’s happened all over the world. Today the word is often used to refer to cultural appropriation, when a dominant culture forces their views and way of life on others.

Dandelions are imports from Europe to North America. Like bad ideas, they spread across the continent. We easily recognize the picture above because dandelions successfully colonized the Americas from sea to shining sea.

So, who, or what, is colonizing me?

I’m being colonized by the seeping, constant dripping of values opposite to those I believe, values that I cannot avoid.

I watch shows in my home that are far more violent and sexual that I would have even considered years ago.

I consume without thought or guilt.

I consider what I once thought immoral as acceptable.

I’m being colonized.

Ideologies colonize me. Legal definitions. Economic philosophies. Moral perspectives. Proponents of these views don’t care about me, they care about themselves, while relentlessly pushing their agendas.

Social media colonizes me, shouting messages from the edges of society. It urges me to fight with others, to make instant value judgements, to feel guilt and angst and anger. To posture in the correct ways. To hate those different from me. Mostly, it urges me to never turn off social media.

Advertisers colonize me, manipulating me to desire something I do not have, making me crave for more, to believe that I’ll finally be happy with their product in my hands. Beer companies colonize me. Drug companies. Internet shopping. It’s the colonization of my good desires, pushing them well beyond good to greed and lust.

News about the ongoing pandemic, racial upheaval, politics and cancel culture, all colonize me by sowing distrust. My natural skepticism moves beyond healthy to where I trust no one.

I am being colonized.

As a follower of the way of Jesus, I’m reminded that the devil wants to colonize me. He’s the father of lies, prowling around seeking someone to devour.

I think of Solomon, the wisest and richest of the kings of ancient Israel, colonized by his multiple wives. His devotion to the Lord collapsed due to the ceaseless pursuit of ever more exotic women and their exotic gods and the political alliances they strengthened.

I want the Lord to colonize me. I’m asking the Holy Spirit to colonize me. I’m adding the Scriptures to the colonization efforts along with prayer to the Father.

Colonization by the Holy Trinity.

Here’s a vision of the colonized follower of the Lord, a vision of my hoped for life:

Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers;
but his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers.

Psalm 1:2-3

You will join me in embracing this colonization from the Lord?

Two Deadly Viruses

“With my great power and outstretched arm I made the earth and its people and the animals that are on it, and I give it to anyone I please. Jeremiah 27:5

Words from the Lord, spoken to Jeremiah, on the impending invasion and conquest of the land of Judah by Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon. The Lord ceded the Holy Land, the land of milk and honey, the homes and fields long promised and inhabited by the children of Israel, to a pagan king.

Why? Because the people of Judah turned their backs on the Lord and served other gods. Sobering. If the Lord truly is, as the scriptures say, the same “yesterday, today and forever,” why wouldn’t we expect Him to work in a similar way in our day?

If we serve other gods, if we mistreat the widow and orphan, if we ignore the foreigner among us, why wouldn’t the Lord give our land to others? “To crush underfoot all prisoners in the land, to deny people their rights before the Most High, to deprive them of justice – would not the Lord see such things (Lamentations 3:34-36)?” If we understand that our nation’s structures aid some and hinder others based simply on skin color, will God not eventually bring justice? Does God not expect us to do what is in our power to change such structures?

Today we battle two viruses, one being Covid-19, and the second racial inequality and the distrust that produces.

As a follower of Jesus, I understand that we all are fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139), that every person born lives as a beloved creature in the eyes of God. I also remember a profound teaching of Jesus, “love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, strength and mind, and love your neighbor as yourself (Luke 10).”

I’m asking myself, how do I love my neighbor as I would want to be loved in light of these two viruses? Covid is straight forward. I wear a mask where needed, I stay close to home, I check on neighbors, I attend outdoor church. In a year or so, this will pass.

The virus of racism proves difficult to engage – hard, deep, sly, slippery, insidious, frustrating. I don’t know how to help, so I pray, ask questions, and listen. Black Lives Matter. Absolutely, in the eyes of God and so in my eyes. If I were black, I would want others to notice my situation, my frustration and my pain. So, I’m working to notice and pray and engage as a friend, trying to love my neighbor as I’d hope to be loved.

Of course, I will also vote. I look to vote based on my biblical beliefs, not by party affiliation. It’s harder this way, but I want my vote to line up, whenever possible, with the teachings of scripture.

The world is not ours. The true owner is the Lord, who’s given it to us, for now. The people in this world are not ours, either. They belong to the Lord, all of us together. Let’s bring compassion and prayer and humility and listening and justice and lending a hand to our neighborhoods and communities. Perhaps the Lord will notice and begin healing the deep divisions we experience today.

God Whispers Through Viruses

Elijah, exhausted after fleeing the evil Jezebel, laid in a cave when the Lord came and spoke to him. Elijah was asked to stand and wait for the Lord to pass by. First, a great wind, like a tornado, tore the mountains and broke the rocks into pieces, but “the Lord was not in the wind.” Next, an earthquake, but “the Lord was not in the earthquake.” After the earthquake a fire, “but the Lord was not in the fire.”

Finally, came the sound of a low whisper. Some interpret these words not as meaning a whisper, but rather referring to silence. This was the Lord speaking, not in lightning or thunder, but in the quiet. Elijah heard and understood (1 Kings 19).

I wonder, if in this moment, the Lord is communicating through the relentless spread of a coronavirus? In our modern world of flash and clanging and spin and technology and pride, wouldn’t it be like the Lord to confront us with something so basic?

A virus, the simplest of biological organisms, confounding epidemiologists and humbling world leaders, has brought our lives to a standstill. A global pandemic, creating the necessary conditions to hear the Lord, surrounds us.

As we face a nagging sense of desperation, as our fears keep us awake at night, as we worry about a pathogen that we cannot stop from spreading, could it be that God is whispering to us in our beds?

As we’ve canceled our trip to Disney, and we are afraid to pass in the park, and we’ve gone grocery shopping only to experience empty shelves for the first time in our lives, might the Lord be murmuring to us in our organic produce aisles?

When a disease haunts our streets, one that we cannot pop a pill for or a receive a shot to stop, when we are agitated by headlines day after day, when social media voices bore endlessly into our psyches, might God be gently upending our tidy suburbs?

CS Lewis wrote: “Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”

In this viral situation, fear is an amplifier. God looks for you and I to walk out our front door and wait for Him. Allow the quiet of these days, and the fears of your heart, to give you space to truly listen for the Lord.

One final thought. We’re commanded to “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind, soul and strength. And, love your neighbor as yourself.” These are good days to practice both.

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

The Calling of Saint Matthew

The Calling of Saint Matthew by Caravaggio (1599-1600)

Jesus saw a man named Matthew at his seat in the custom house, and said to him, “Follow me”, and Matthew rose and followed Him.

Matthew 9:9

Jesus spears Matthew with a beam of light as he enters the room, brightness flooding a dark place of fraudulently obtained money and collusion. The beacon illumines Matthew’s face as he quizzically points to his chest as if to ask, “You’re calling me? Seriously?”

I’ve been looking all winter at a print of this painting I hung by my desk after experiencing the original in Rome. Standing in the dim light, gazing up at the huge canvas, my heart stirred hearing how Carravaggio’s work motivated my friend Brian, one of Agape’s (Cru) national directors in Italy, to follow the Lord’s call to that country. Many, many people have stood in that same spot and found inspiration in Carravaggio’s representation of Matthew’s calling since it was first hung in the church San Luigi dei Francesi in 1600.

So much to notice. Jesus’s hand pointing to Matthew, just like the hand of God reaching out to Adam in the Sistine Chapel. Jesus’s bare feet, contrasted with the stylish clothes worn by the tax collectors. The young man with his head down, focused on the money in front of him, oblivious to the divine light.

Jesus called Matthew. Matthew was not worthy. None of us would have picked him. Yet Matthew helped found the Christian faith, penned the gospel bearing his name and died as a martyr for his devotion to Jesus.

Jesus called us. We were not worthy. Yet Jesus picked us. That beam of light pierced us at some point, and we pointed to our chests and said, “Who, me?” Let’s ask the Lord for a bit of the courage and faith of Matthew, and build on the legacy of this tax collector and sinner turned evangelist and saint.

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