So that’s it? Jesus is dead. End of story?
In the words of Jacob McCandles; “Not hardly.”
He is just getting started. Those last four posts were a super-condensed version of the Gospels, Jesus’ human story. Not one of the four Gospels end with Jesus in his tomb.
There are many recorded appearances of Jesus after his tomb was found empty. He appeared to a woman named Mary at his tomb, to two of his followers on the road to Emmaus, to at least twelve in Jerusalem, to at least eleven in the same house a week later, to seven at the Sea of Galilee…
Most believe that Jesus only appeared to a few people here and there, and only to his disciples. Paul tells us though, in his first letter to the Corinthians that he appeared to over 500 people at once. In that letter, Paul basically tells the Corinthians that if you don’t believe Jesus showed up alive–go ask the witnesses. There are hundreds of them.
What do you make of it? Do you think me a fool for believing it? Or, could this be possible? If miracles never happen, then no, this is 100% impossible. But we have already determined that one way or another a universe-creating miracle happened. Either everything came from nothing, obviously miraculous. Or, everything came from God, again miraculous. And… life began! Whether it is God’s doing or chance, either way it is an AWESOME miracle. Describe it with a hundred superlatives but words still can’t convey the enormity of the feat. This universe’s existence is a miracle. There is no way around that fact. Our existence is a miracle.
So, we should know that we cannot dismiss things as impossible simply because it is not what usually happens. Usually, universes don’t come from nowhere, made from nothing. Usually, life doesn’t spark from inanimate things. No one can prove that Jesus actually rose from the dead, and no one can prove that he did not. On their own, our brains cannot say for sure one way or another.
Luckily for us, we have another way to determine truth from fantasy. We need to ask ourselves something. What are our hearts telling us? What do we feel is true? Push aside preconceptions. When your head hits your pillow at night, what feels like the truth? Do you have a gnawing in your gut as if you might have missed something? Do you feel like someone is trying to tell you something? Because if the Bible is true, someone is.
If you believe this was all a hoax, ask yourself why. Jesus remaining disciples ran in fear the night Jesus was arrested. The Pharisees were on the hunt to snuff out anyone who would continue the “lie” that Jesus was God’s Son. Yet, these scared disciples go on a crusade, not only risking their lives–but giving up their lives–to make a “god out of a man”? All but one of the remaining disciples died violent deaths rather than stop proclaiming that supposed lie. No. These men believed it with all their hearts, and their willingness to die should tell us something.
2,000 years later, the Church started by God through these ordinary men who somehow tapped into extraordinary courage, lives. Through the centuries, all over the world, brilliant men and women, idiots, and millions in between have heard the Gospel and believed.
Most would suffer some degree of persecution. They believed and would not let go of their belief despite losing friends and family, being insulted, laughed at, called fools. Millions, over two millennia lost their rights, their homes, and their property. Millions more have been beaten, imprisoned, tortured, and even executed. The persecutions that Christians faced in the first three centuries alone were horrifying as Roman Emperor after Roman Emperor tried to extinguish the light of Christianity. Tortures were invented specifically for Christians during those times. Nero would have Christians coated with wax and pitch, hung by a hook under their chins and burned alive at night to light his gardens.
Even today, everything from simple insults to torturous executions, still happen to Christians. In countries such as North Korea, Somalia, Sudan, Syria, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, and many others, letting it be known that you are a Christian could easily cost you your life. You risk your life to speak of Jesus, just as his disciples did in the first century. For many in those regions today, their earthly stories end in violent deaths just as they did for Jesus and his companions. Sad but true, look it up.
Not that we need any more affirmation, but all these things shout to our hearts that what we believe is true, that God IS, that Jesus was and is the savior the shepherds and angels proclaimed him to be, and that no amount of persecution can stop the Good News from being proclaimed and spread as long as his children need to hear it.
Stay tuned. A.J.
P.S. I cheated. Half of that was from my book. Hope it rings true, because it is.
Let’s live a day without shame. Can we, for one day, see ourselves as God sees us?
There are soooo many people out there who reject the Gospel as truth, not because it is too hard for them to believe, but because they are ashamed to admit to themselves that there is a God and that they have not lived a life that honors him. To those people I would say; The Bible is clear–everyone has dishonored God, even the most saintly of us. If you are locked up by shame, then you have missed the whole part about being God’s beloved child.
We need to stop thinking of ourselves as unworthy of Jesus’ sacrifice and focus on the fact that He, along with the Father, chose the cross because we are worth it to them, regardless of what we have done. God the Father treasures you and aches for you to come home. Jesus values you so much that he would go through hell on earth to bring you home, and if it was needed, he would do it again. And God’s own Spirit is longing to enter our hearts and show us how to be more than we ever believed we could be, for God’s glory, not our own.
He has amazing things to show us, but we can’t see it if we are hanging our heads in shame. He has places he wants to send us, but we can’t see the road if we are staring at our shoes.
We are treasured by the One True God. Let’s hold our heads up. One day without shame could lead to another…
I said something like this in a recent post. I felt the need this morning to drive that point home.
Here we are, at the crossroads.
People can skip along the seemingly happy path of Jesus’ life, tra-la-lalling along as he laughs with his disciples, feeds the masses, teaches the people of God’s love, heals the diseased, and calls out the hypocrites. The sky is bluer than blue, the grass greener than green, the meandering stream is crystal clear, flowers are everywhere, and the birds are filling the valleys with song. We skip even higher and faster as our smile widens to world-record dimensions, then… we fall flat on our face, loosening our teeth and smashing our nose.
Dazed, we start to swear, before we remember that Jesus is right there, “What the hellll…p me up please Jesus,” we slur through smashed lips. “Who put that big ugly block in the middle of our heavenly path?”
But, it is not a block that we stumbled over. It is an instrument of torture and execution devised by the Roman Empire of ancient times. It is a cross, and strangely, Jesus is not at all surprised to see it here–on his path.
The cross is what makes us stumble. It is the fork in the road. Do you doubt that? I guarantee: people will click on this post and bail on it right here because I mentioned the cross.
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing.. 1Cor 1:18
It isn’t the virgin giving birth that people can’t believe. That is nothing compared to creation itself. It isn’t all the miracles–blind men seeing, paraplegics walking, dead men living. That is all child’s play for the God who set the universe in motion. Our reason for not believing that Jesus is who he claimed to be is not that we can’t believe in miracles, it is that we can’t accept the gruesome picture of Jesus on the cross, knowing it was our sin that put him there. So we deny it.
I get it. It is a hard thing to think about, even when you believe it is ultimately the best thing that could have happened, for you.
The details are gruesome and I will skip them for the most part, but it won’t be tame. The Gospels themselves skip the details, but then, the people of first-century Israel had seen these things before.
Pilate had Jesus flogged, or scourged, hoping it would satisfy the bloodlust of the Pharisees and their supporters in the unruly mob. First-century Roman floggings were notoriously brutal, and often the recipient of these floggings did not survive. Yet, despite the ghastly sight of a freshly scourged Jesus standing next to the Roman governor, and the very good chance that he would not survive without a miracle, the Pharisees would not relent. They screamed at Pilate, “Crucify him!”
Jesus would not make a case for his life, and the crowd made Pilate nervous. In Matthew, it says that an uproar was starting. Finally, after repeatedly trying to get the Pharisees to back down, he surrendered Jesus to their will and ordered his soldiers to crucify Jesus. So, after the soldiers, inconceivably, beat him yet again, they marched Jesus to a hill outside Jerusalem’s walls. There, Jesus laid down on a cross and allowed himself to be nailed there, feet and hands. The soldiers then wrestled the cross upright somehow and presumably dropped it into a well-used hole.
The wounds and pain of the scourging, the beatings, the crown of thorns mashed onto Jesus’ head, and the loss of blood all combined to weaken Jesus considerably before he ever made it to this bloody hill. So, within a few hours he was near the end. Still the Pharisees mocked him, trying to justify the unjustifiable. Yet, Luke quotes Jesus as saying, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
Throughout Jesus’ earthly life he was connected to God the Father; they were one. However, in his final moments, Jesus did not seem to feel the Father’s presence. Matthew says he managed a loud voice to cry out, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” John, the only one of Jesus’ disciples who wasn’t hiding behind a bush somewhere, records Jesus as saying, “It is finished.” Then he died.
I believe there is a perception out there that Jesus was, or is, weak. Let me ask you this; What requires more strength; to endure horrible suffering to save those you love–or to crush your enemies, ending your own suffering while knowing it will cost your loved ones their lives? Laying waste to your enemies–knowing you can’t lose, or sacrificing yourself to pay their debt. Do you see great love as weakness? A debt was owed, and Jesus stepped in to pay it. A stronger thing was never done.
The Gospels are the beating heart of the entire Bible. This is what it is all about. It is not about a surly and vengeful God wanting to condemn us. It is about a God who loves us so much that he would do anything to save us. It is about Jesus loving us so much that no matter how badly he wanted out, he walked towards it all, fully knowing what was in store.
Stay tuned. We are not done yet. A.J.
I never used to take myself very seriously. Life was all about fun for me. I was all about playing sports, or watching sports, playing games, or making up games. Then, of course, there was beer.
I was a funny guy who hung out in a funny crowd. We would do just about anything for a laugh. Sure, we had our serious moments, our hard times, but we got over them quickly, and got back to the serious business of having fun and drinking beer.
But, time changes everything. Love and family came for most of my gang; responsibility. We got serious. We worked our jobs, paid our bills, and taught our children. Most of us dealt with financial hardships, some of us had marital problems, addictions, illnesses, childrens’ illnesses or death. Life wasn’t all beer and fun anymore.
Shed no tears for my pards and I, though. We may be slow, but we are growing up. I never thought I would say this about us; We are becoming mature adults. But, becoming less of a goofball and more of a serious person doesn’t necessarily mean we take ourselves seriously.
My wife said something to me some years back, before I was ready to hear it. She said that we would have to be the patriarchs of our family one day. I guess that should be pretty obvious, but to a beer-loving, fun-loving, twenty-something guy — it was an eye-opener. I was never more grateful for our parents and grandparents than I was on that day, because I was not ready. I never thought of patriarchs as being just the oldest remaining person in the family. In my mind, it always meant being a role model, the wisest, most trustworthy example of humility and grace that we could be. It meant leading the entire family, not just my little branch of it, through whatever tough times were in store for us.
Now, that revelation didn’t exactly set me on the path of wisdom and charity. I got serious about being a better ballplayer long before I thought seriously about having a positive influence outside of my own little world. I never forgot her words though.
I didn’t really believe in myself, in my ability to make a difference. I thought that raising my kids right would be enough. Someday, they might make a difference, meaning I made a difference, right?
Wrong! I live in this world, meaning I meet people all the time who need a helping hand, or a kind word, or a meal, or a blanket. Should I get my daughters to handle these things for me? If my eyes see injustice, should I call my son to stand up for the oppressed?
I still don’t really believe in myself. I don’t trust me. I am, however, learning to trust the God who made me. He is teaching me day-by-day that he can use me to make a difference in this world. I don’t have to be the sharpest tool in God’s toolbox. I just have to be available when he reaches for me, and in God’s hand there is no telling what He might build with me, or you.
We still have a lot of fun. Knowing that life is serious doesn’t mean we should lose our smiles forever. There is fun and games, love and laughter, tears and prayers in our home, and we are learning to take all of these things into the world with us.
As for being patriarchs in our family, my wife and I are both learning that the way to lead our family is by following the Real Patriarch.
Basics of Christianity: 7C – The Stumbling Block
Supposedly over 80% of all people believe in a creator God. You may not, but for most it is not a stretch to believe that much. People can believe that God can create all the matter the universe consists of and order it in a way that it can function and continue to function for as long as He wants it to. They believe that he can populate his universe with all kinds of plants and animals and plan it out so each of these living things can survive, for a time. Finally, most people believe that God can create us and allow us to live as we feel inclined to live here in his universe, again, for a time. But, when we get to Jesus, things fall apart.
The Bible itself calls Jesus the “stumbling block”. He is where the road splits. When we get to Jesus, we must make a choice, and it might be an unpopular choice. The ones whose approval we crave might take the other road. Maybe we are not sure if we believe as they do anymore but we are comfortable with them, we know what it’s like to travel with them. It may not feel right but at least it doesn’t scare us. There is something about this other road though; It does feel right. We are drawn to it. We look up that road and long to see where it leads. We may have to go on without our gang though, which seems terrifying.
They came for Jesus in the middle of the night; a detachment of soldiers and officials sent from the Pharisees, carrying torches, lanterns, and weapons. Jesus didn’t sleep that night, so he would have heard and seen them coming long before they arrived. It was dark, he could have escaped, could have run. Instead, he walked towards them and asked who they wanted. Why?
They hauled Jesus to the compound of homes where the chief priest lived, and hastily arranged a sham of a trial, while the guards beat him. The Pharisees had many false witnesses testify against him, but Jesus himself kept silent. Caiaphas, the high priest, seemed to be getting frustrated by Jesus’ lack of response. The trial wasn’t going as he had planned. Trying to have him executed by the testimony of unreliable men would give the wrong impression. Finally, though, Jesus did answer a question. He told them that he was the Son of God Himself, a capital crime, and unforgivable blasphemy in that place and time… unless it was true.
Jesus, knowing the Pharisees were having trouble making their case against him, gave them exactly what they wanted, sealing his own fate. Why?
The Pharisees were not allowed by the occupying Romans to execute anyone, so they marched Jesus to the palace of Pilate, the Roman Governor. With a large unruly crowd at their back, the Pharisees shouted their accusations.
Pilate tried to set Jesus free, having a clear sense that Jesus was not your average man, and certainly not a criminal. The crowd made him nervous though. They were in a frenzy, spurred on by the chief priests and other Pharisees. Still, Pilate wanted to free him, and if Jesus had only defended himself against the accusations of the Pharisees, it seems as if he would have. Instead, Jesus seemed resigned to take an unspeakably horrific punishment and death, punishment which he did not deserve. Why?
It is the “why” of all this that makes men stumble over Jesus, because we are the why. Our shame over the idea that we put Jesus in that position causes us to deny it altogether. We must get past the shame though, because we are missing the point. We are looking at it backwards. Instead of shame, we should be feeling an incredible sense of worth, because we are the why. We are the reason for it all. That is how much God loves us, how much Jesus loves us.
Too good to be true? That is for you to decide; No one can decide for you.
The next post will be difficult, if you think it could be true. It is whole lot easier though, if you remember that You Are The Reason Jesus would go through it all. A.J.
P.S. The first eight posts of the “Basics” series are further down this page.
There is a group of arranged letters that has proven to be the most divisive in every language that it has ever been translated into. This grouping has caused more separation or strife among people than any other word or name in the history of languages.
Why would this be? Two thousand years after he walked this earth, the biggest controversy of every generation since that time has been whether or not Jesus is who he claimed to be, the Son of God himself, and actually One with God. It’s lunacy, right? How could this still be talked about?
Why do people rise up in angry protest when that name is mentioned in public? Why is there such a large effort to keep this name from being mentioned at all in our schools, courtrooms, or any other public meeting places, even in our streets? Why, when I was silently reading from a Bible in a bagel place did I get a look from people like I am reading from a terrorist handbook(true story)? Why are people afraid of, or resentful of, the people who believe Jesus’ story? Or… why are they afraid of Jesus himself?
Sadly, I fear the answer is that they are afraid his story could be true. Sad, because it means people are making a choice about Jesus without understanding his purpose. Should a drowning man be afraid of a lifeline being thrown from a boat? Grab the rope! Nobody is going to pull it away if you reach. Maybe people have let you down, maybe for your whole life, but God will not. The lifeline is there, and that boat will take you where you want to go, even if you don’t know where you want to go yet.
This isn’t just good news; It is incredible news, news that dwarfs all other. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done or how many times you have rejected this news in the past. Truth won’t go away, if it is true. God will not stop hoping for you.
Back to the Gospel story. If you missed the first post of “The Stumbling Block”. I encourage you to read it before going on from here, but it is not essential.
His disciples didn’t understand but Jesus was walking toward something all along. His primary purpose was not to tell people of God’s love but prove God’s love to us by fixing our biggest problem, our separation from Him.
Without a thorough study of the history of that region and time, it is difficult to understand the moods of the people. I have already told you of the adoring crowds trying to follow Jesus everywhere he went. But, it was a violent time, the crowds were fickle and could turn on a dime, and there was a group who knew how to play the crowds and use them, the Pharisees.
The Pharisees authority and influence over the masses was significant despite the fact that Israel was occupied by the mighty Roman Empire. The Romans used whatever they could to keep the people from rebelling, including the Pharisees.
For some time Jesus had been avoiding the city of Jerusalem because there had been more than one attempt to kill him. But, as Passover(the biggest Jewish holiday) neared and tens of thousands, some say hundreds of thousands of people, swarmed on Jerusalem for the weeklong festival–Jesus went there as well, along with his incredulous disciples. They didn’t understand completely, but Jesus had made it clear that he was going there to be killed.
We have been in this series for seven and a half posts, so let’s not miss this, or gloss over it. Jesus’ purpose for going to Jerusalem was to die. He knew what was coming and went anyway, not in spite of what was coming, but because of it.
But, even though he went willingly, on purpose, don’t think that Jesus was okay with it. The Bible is clear, he wanted out. He prayed repeatedly for God to take away the coming trial. He was in such a state of anguish, and, dare I say it–fear, that he was sweating blood. Even so, his prayers closed with the words, “yet not my will, but yours be done.”, and he meant it.
Does that sound like weakness to you? Okay Father, if that’s what you want me to do, I will do it. I can see how it could, until you realize the horror of what Jesus was facing. What could be sooooo important to both God the Father and Jesus the Son that they would allow wicked men to control Jesus’ earthly fate?
You know the answer.
Stay tuned anyway. A.J.