Malcus, Islam, Peter and Me

In the last moments before Jesus’ trials and crucifixion, we are told about the last miracle Jesus performed before His death.  We are all familiar with the story.  A detachment comes to the Garden of the Olive Press (Gethsemane) to arrest Jesus.  They have come well armed and ready to take Jesus by force.  Simon Peter, unwilling to give up without a fight, takes his sword, one of two in the company, and attacks the arresting force.  Out numbered and out armed-if Peter was thinking at all-he was most likely hoping to buy a little time for Jesus to make a run for it.   With the element of surprise on his side, Peter draws first blood.  He cut off the right ear of Malcus the servant of the High Priest.   All four gospels record the event, but only Luke mentions the healing, not surprising for a doctor.  Only John, writing much later, names Peter as the assailant, and Malcus as the victim, and that it was the right ear. 

While Scripture is not detailed in this record, we can draw some reasonable conclusions.  We can assume that Malcus was in the van of the detachment, if not the commander, very near the front, hence a convenient target for Peter’s fury.   The mention of Malcus’ name indicates he would have been known, or at least known of, by the readers of John’s gospel.  He is described as a ‘slave’.  In the ancient world slaves could hold positions of leadership. In some cases the tutors and family physicians were slaves.  Perhaps Malcus held a prominent position of leadership in the house of the high priest.  He may have been part of the priest’s personal storm troopers.  John calls him by name 60 years after the event.  He was a known person.  He may have become a follower of Christ and as such was known to the Christian community. 

John made a point of saying it was the right ear that was cut off.  I’ll go out on a limb a little here.  I suspect that Malcus was wearing a helmet of some sort.  Peter’s intent was to cleave his head in two, but the helmet turned the blade and rather than going through the skull, it went down the side of the head taking of the ear.  This would be consistent with Matthew, Mark, and Luke when they say Peter struck the slave and cut off his ear.  This would also mean that it is a strong possibility that Peter was left-handed.  A right side wound could indicate a left side, dominate attacker.  (C.S.I. Jerusalem) 

Jesus steps into what is about to break out in total chaos and mayhem and commands peace and performs the last of His healing miracles.  The swords are put away, the wound is healed, the Savior saves, and 2,000 years later, we are still talking about it. 

Which brings us to the great question that needs to be in every sermon, lesson, teaching, small group or blog.  That question is SO WHAT?  Before I answer that let’s recap.

A.     Malcus is not a good guy; he may even be a very bad man.  He is under orders of a wicked power to go and take an innocent man so that unspeakable evil can be perpetrated against him. 

B.     Peter is a loyal good hearted, but frightfully misguided friend, who, without understanding God’s plan, takes matters in his own hand and attempts to find a power/military solution.  His actions were opposite of what would effect the purposes of Christ.  While his protective instincts are admirable he was working out of fear not faith. 

C.     Jesus was the only solution.  He did not make the problem go away; He walked into the mess and there God’s greatest will was accomplished.

SO WHAT?

I believe we’re experiencing a monumental moment in history.  If you get beyond the politics and the attempts to aggrandize one position over another, the influx of Muslim people to Europe and the U.S. is a dramatic moment.  Let’s be honest, some where between the positions of, “These are all innocent little lambs looking for a safe place to live in peace” and, “This is a military invasion invited in by enemies in high places” there is the truth.  If I was in Syria and lived under the regime of Assad, I would do anything I could to get to America and I am a nice guy.  But it is naïve to say that in the midst of all those people that there are no terrorist and very bad men. 

If I equate the coming of thousands of Muslims to America to the coming of Malcus to the garden, am I more apt to be like Peter or Jesus?  Yes, I know there are possibly terrorists in their midst.  Simon the Zealot was a terrorist; that is what ‘zealot’ meant.  Saul of Tarsus was a terrorist.  He did terrible things and terrorized the early church.  There have been a lot of really bad people who have become great heroes of the faith. 

I am not advocating carelessness in immigration policy nor opening up our country to known terrorists and criminals.  But I have heard a great many Christian people talk about meeting with force those who are coming here.  I have heard very little about meeting these people with the good news of Jesus, with acts of compassion, with prayer and ministry.  I do believe Islam is powerful.  I believe Islam is demonically inspired and evil.  But I also believe that those who die in Islam without the hope of the Cross are bound for an eternity separated from God.   And that is a horror I would not wish on any person no matter how evil they may be.

I have made a point of praying for Islamic people coming to the U.S. to have the opportunity to hear the Gospel.  I am looking for places where I can interact with Muslims so that I might by any means reach some.  Will you join me in praying for the mission field that is coming to us?  Will you let me know of any ministry or organization that is attempting to evangelize these people? 

How like our God it would be, if tens of thousands of “Muslim invaders” come here, discover Christ’s salvation and then return to their homeland as missionaries of Grace!

Finding still waters

St. Augustine said, “the hills drive back the water, but the valley is filled by it.”

We really don’t like living in the low points of life.  We would prefer to live on the mountaintop; we would rather constantly experience the high moments of life.   But have you ever noticed that you never find a lake on the side of a mountain?  You can never find the quiet waters on a cliff face.  When David wrote, “He leads me beside still waters”, he was operating on the presumption that he was in the valley.

It is in the low points of life that we grow the most.  As much as we may love the emotional high we get in a mountain top experience, that is not where our faith grows.  Our faith grows in the fertile soil of the lowlands.  In the low lands the sunrise is later and shadows of the evening come sooner. In the valley there is more darkness, the nights seem longer and at times colder.  In the valley we may not experience the refreshing breeze, and the humidity seems to linger; it is not the pleasant place of the mountaintop with its cool air and fresh breeze.  Uncle Screwtape explained to his nephew Wormwood the Law of Undulation.  Our Heavenly Father allows His dear children to go through low points or troughs so they will love Him more deeply and love Him for himself.  Screwtape points out that God’s most beloved children experienced some of the longest low points.

My natural reaction is to want to get out of the valley, to constantly be trying to find some mountain to climb, to even generate a false emotional high over things trivial just to get away from the valley.   Last night, as I fell asleep, my mind was tumbling over thoughts about a ministry and how it could work.  I rolled around ideas of this tool working to reach these people.  What a great joy it would be to do this, or that or another thing.  I don’t suppose it is evil to ‘day dream’ about ministry.  But maybe it is not the best thing to do.

Instead, perhaps I need to look for the deep waters that gather in the valley, to drink deeply of the waters of life, to find the still waters and lie down and rest there and listen for the Shepherd’s voice.  Maybe the best thing to do is to look around the valley, see it for what it is, and try to discern what the Shepherd wants to teach me.  

This past Saturday at about noon we buried my father-in-law; a few hours later my first cousin passed away.  For these and for a few other reasons this moment seems to be a valley for me.  My prayer at the moment is not that God will take me to a joyous mountaintop.  My prayer is that I will in this moment enjoy His presence, learn His lessons, and drink deeply from the pool of water that has gathered in this valley.

It is a long way home, but it is worth the trip.

Sunday September 13, 2015

I write this in an airport waiting for a jet airplane to fly me back home. When I got up this morning I had one thing in mind, I was going home.  I had a speaking engagement, but that was secondary.  I was most looking forward to my wife picking me up at the airport and driving home. We have a lot to talk about; we always do, but this time more than usual. 

But getting home is not easy.  First of all, I have to check and recheck the hotel room; I don’t want to leave anything.  Also, make sure that I have the rental car full of gas, so I don’t end up paying $5 a gallon for them to fill it up for you.  Once at the airport, I give the rental car a once over to make sure I don’t leave anything valuable in it.  Check the car in and drag all my stuff through the airport to go get the boarding pass.  Oh great, the flight is overbooked and they didn’t assignment me a seat. 

Now let’s go follow the ritual of the TSA screening: 

Pockets empty?  Check!

Belt off? Check

Pants about to fall to my ankles? Check!

Jacket in the bin? Check!

Shoes off? Check!

Laptop in a bin by itself?  Check

Exposed to radiation?  Check 

Casually groped by a stranger?  Check

Now a race, like when you were at summer camp as a kid: gather up your stuff and put yourself back together.  A quick hike to the gate to sit in a chair designed by the Spanish Inquisition to extract confessions.

As I wait for the flight to the city where I am connecting, the airline is asking for volunteers to spend the night and fly tomorrow.    Without a confirmed seat assignment I am feeling a bit concerned.  I will have to wait for my flight and hope that I get a seat.  Getting home is a hassle; oh, but it is worth it.

Eight weeks ago I asked you to pray for my father-in-law.  We discovered he had cancer.  Yesterday afternoon he made it home.  His was a long trip home, with some important milestones along the way.  Over the next few days we will talk a lot about his life and those milestones.  We will hear and tell again- or for the first time-the stories that helped shape him into a man who loved the Lord, loved his family, and loved to laugh.  These stories will weave themselves into conversations and remembrances, which will come out in tears and laughter, and will culminate in the celebration of his life at his memorial service.

He made it home.  It was a long, and at times, difficult trip.  It seems hard to realize that it has only been two months since he was diagnosed with cancer.  Three months ago we were worried about him falling and hurting himself and about his blood sugar being too high.  We were apprehensive about his driving and his not seeing on-coming trucks or people in his path.  We wondered how long till he would go somewhere and get lost and not be able to find his way home.  As he approached his four score years, we were concerned about his medication levels and his worsening digestion issues.   But he has made it home; he is at rest.  We also put to rest our worries for him. 

This is so like Dad.  Over the years it was always Dad who was the first to want to go home.  It didn’t matter if he had come to our house for the day, or after worship service, or on a vacation, he was the first one in the car and ready to go.  On more than one occasion, mom was still visiting and hugging good-bye while dad sat behind the wheel of the car, motor running, window down and ready to go home.  Dad loved to visit, but he was always eager to go home. 

We are sad, but not for him.  We are sad for what we have lost, not what he has gained.   He is safe at home.  His travels are over; he can rest with the One who loves him.

Dad, we are glad you are safely home.  

Kim Davis, gay marriage, and manipulation

The small community of Morehead, KY, became the center of the cultural battlefield as Kim Davis, Clerk of the Court, refused to issue marriage licenses to same sex couples.   

I promise this will not be about Kim Davis, what she should do, should have done, or what needs to be done.  Nor is this about the media and the courts having an incredibly selective sense of outrage.  In 2012, a gay Texan refused to do weddings for straight couples.  There was hardly a cry, nor even a whimper, from the national media or the Government about an official failing to do his job.  Or take, for instance, the case of Charee Stanley, a Muslim, who took a job as a stewardess.  She knew that serving alcohol would be part of the job.  But after taking the job she claimed that serving alcohol was prohibited by her faith.  She is now suing the airline.  As a nation, we have hit a mother load of hypocrisy of rare and pure quality.   That is all I am going to say about that!

I believe, as is often the case with highly charged emotional issues, it is easy for our passions to run away with us.  Along with impassioned hearts we also need thinking brains.   I am not going to attempt to argue fine points of law, or doctrine, or theology.  There are many who are better at thinking the deep things involved in this case and our current circumstances than I am.  What I want to do is offer a warning about how we are apt to be manipulated in circumstances.

I am concerned that the cause of Kim Davis might be taken up by politicians, publicists, lawyers, or media types and used for their own purposes.  Allow me an example; a candidate is running for office.  This individual is not doing well in the polls.  They latch on to this hot button issue and attempt to become the champion of the cause.  They fire up the masses that feel strongly about the issue in hopes of gaining publicity, campaign contributions, and a point or two in the polls.  Or for example a T.V. or radio personality brings this issue to the microphone or screen in the hopes of getting some sort of scoop or some unique angle that will allow them to have a larger or more dedicated audience.

I am not questioning the motives of everyone who is speaking out.  What I am questioning is how much good it does to obsess about what has happened in Morehead, KY.   Some people will attempt to agitate you not primarily because they share our beliefs or because they are committed to the cause of Christ.  They will do so because it benefits them personally.

Unless the SCOTUS reverses itself, unlikely (see Roe v Wade) or the U.S. Constitution is amended, again unlikely (see Balanced Budget Amendment), gay marriage is the law of the land.  I can, like Don Quixote, tilt at the windmills or I can make a difference.  I do not believe that we as Christians have done a very good job in influencing our nation for Christ.   All of my life I have heard the calls to “take American back”.  As Christians, we have spent millions of dollars and man-hours on campaigns, and printing, and building lobbying organizations to be a Moral Majority build a Christian Coalition or start revival fire to rescue America, for God Family and Country.

Well, how is it working?  The indications are it is not working too well.  We have made some lobbyists rich, built some folks great buildings, and elected politicians that have paid lip service to our faith.  But if our culture is any indication, these efforts have largely failed.

Jesus by contrast stated that His disciples would be salt and light in their world.  With a profound commitment to Him, empowered by the Holy Spirit, and loving their neighbors, the Christians in the first centuries turned the world upside down.  They did so till the time of Constantine, when the church starting working to influence public policy.  Maybe Jesus’ way is best. 

What I am saying is simply this:  hold your convictions fervently, be informed, pray passionately, but when someone is wanting to get you riled up, ask one simple question;  “Will this result in God’s glory or in satisfying their personal agenda?”