Our Yom Kippur

Yom Kippur – the Day of Atonement – is the holiest day on the Jewish calendar, which completes the annual period known in Judaism as the High Holy Days. According to Jewish tradition God inscribes in a book each person’s fate for the coming year, sealing the verdict on Yom Kippur – September 26, 2012 on this year’s calendar.

So on September 27^th, after 25 hours of fasting, prayers of repentance and observing many elaborate regulations, one hopes they have been forgiven of wrongs done against God and human beings.

The biblical summary for Yom Kippur is stated in  Leviticus 16:34, “This shall be a lasting ordinance for you: Atonement is to be made once a year for all the sins of the Israelites.”

The High Priest slaughtered a young bull and a goat and sprinkled their blood on prescribed places to atone (cover) for sin. Another goat (scapegoat) was released into the wilderness to symbolically carry sin away.

A crucial question: Did Jesus or his Apostles observe the Day of Atonement? Answer: No. But Jesus fulfilled the symbolic enactment of Yom Kippur by personally becoming the sacrifice who reconciles God and man.

Isaiah looked ahead to the Messiah’s role [53:4-12] summarizing, “He bore the sins of many and made intercession for the transgressors.” Peter looked back, “He personally carried our sins in his body on the cross.” [1 Peter 2:24 NLT]  Jesus put himself in our place and let our sins be counted as his.

This may clarify Jesus’ words when he offered the cup to his Disciples, “Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.” [Matthew 26:28]  Atonement for sin by Jesus’ blood.

Sins forgiven. Not just for one year, until the next Day of Atonement. And not just for Jews who participate in an annual ritual. But, including one vital element - for “those who have faith in Jesus.” [Romans 3:25,26]

We come to the Lord’s Supper in awe of what Jesus accomplished for us in shedding his blood, examining our personal motivations, and truly honoring his sacrificed body in the morsel of bread. In confident faith, the bread and cup proclaim our “at-one-ment” with God. [1 Corinthians 11:27-29]

We Will Never Forget

In the days preceding the eleventh anniversary of the infamous 9/11 attack on prime U.S. targets, many scenes on television, newspapers and Facebook restated the sincere resolve, “We will never forget.”

Why?

Though tragic beyond comprehension, the 9/11 horrors brought out our best – making us a UNITED States for many days. But within months sensitivities, politics, greed and jealousies began contaminating the pure stream of unity, with divisive clamor rising even from among those blood stained ashes at Ground Zero.

“We will never forget,” today, is becoming “We forget.” In another 11 years, a generation will begin asking, “What’s so special about 9/11,” parallel to the ignorance of the reason behind July 4^th or Memorial Day or “Turkey Day.” No clue . . . the blood, sweat and tears that initially singled out those days.

Joshua, the Israelite leader, predicted future generations ignorant of God’s power in backing up the Jordan River – even at flood stage – allowing the entire nation to cross the river bed on dry ground into the Promised Land. A column of 12 large stones was piled on the west bank for a visual memorial.

“In the future when your descendants ask their fathers, ‘What do these stones mean?’ tell them, ‘Israel crossed the Jordan on dry ground.” [Joshua 4:21] His hope: We will never forget.

In the book of Acts, the first day of the week was the prominent day for Christians who met to fellowship, hear the Apostles’ teaching, commune with Christ and pray together. [Acts 2:42] Some 66 years later, the apostle John, though banished on an isolated island, wrote, “On the Lord’s Day I was in the Spirit.” [Revelation 1:10]  A generation who got it.

Like we are seeing the significance of 9/11 melting, like Joshua saw the future need for the pile of 12 stones, our Lord saw the rationale for his followers to regularly participate in the bread and cup of the Lord’s Supper. All three the same – so we will never forget. 

Who Am I?

“My I see your personal I.D.?” is a standard question when marrying, voting and flying. Asked when buying a car, a house, a passport and pharmaceutical prescriptions. Checking out a library book even requires personal I.D.

Recently I learned that my hospital birth certificate – you know, the paper with my name, birth weight, footprints and embossed gold stamp - is not sufficient proof that I am me. Renewing my driver’s license now must be accompanied by a certified original document – purchased from my birth state. Homeland security, I’m told.

Personal I.D. and family heritage have been of major importance as long as historical records have been maintained. As far back as Adam.

Those ancient individuals named before the Flood were identified by their father’s name: Adam, Seth, Enosh, Kenan, etc. When nations began developing after the Flood an entire chapter in Genesis is devoted to genealogies. The first chapter of Matthew shocks a first time reader with wearisome 42 father-son records. A natural response, “Who cares?”

In Bible times – from Genesis to Revelation - individuals cared, families cared, national leaders cared, and most of all God cared.

God spoke to Eve and Abraham about their “offspring.”  Centuries later Isaiah prophesied about a son whose name would be Immanuel who would reign on David’s throne, with Micah adding that he would be born in Bethlehem of the tribe of Judah. He would be Israel’s anointed one – the Messiah, God’s Son. In a way, identity was their Homeland Security.

John the Baptist stated, “I am not the Christ.” But when Andrew was introduced to Jesus, he boldly announced, “We have found the Messiah.” Speaking for the Twelve, Peter affirmed, “You are the Christ [the anointed Messiah], the Son of the living God.” Soon after a voice from a brilliant cloud thundered, “This is my Son.” Jesus Christ had more personal I.D. than any other notable in world history, making him – if for no other reason - THE man of all men and THE son of God.

At the last supper Jesus used two elements to represent his identify – bread and fruit of the vine, instructing his followers to eat and drink these emblems to identify with his eminent death. After his ascension into heaven, followers regularly continued with this meal to identify with Christ. Our Communion participation is part of our eternal homeland personal I.D.

I'll Pay

On Facebook, Carmelita Pile, a long time friend in Los Angeles posted:
“My friend was going for a walk on a Saturday morning with her autistic daughter and their dog. On the way back home they decided to stop at McDonalds. But she had a problem. She could not take the dog inside. And she couldn’t leave her daughter outside with the dog." 

“So she decided to do something I wouldn’t have thought of, nor would I have had the guts to do it. She got in line to go through the drive-thru - walking. When it came time to order she was told that since she was not in a car they could not take her order. What she did not notice was there was an angel in the car behind her. This angel saw her predicament and told her that he would order for her. Not only did he order, but he also paid and wouldn’t let her reimburse him.”

Don’t you love stories like this? 

But it could have been worse. The “angel” could have vented frustration with a long horn blast or bellowed out the window, “Hey lady, move it.” An attitude Jesus endured most of his life.

Within hours of his birth King Herod slapped a death warrant on Jesus’ life. “Get out of my way. You’re in my lane.” Throughout his ministry he was rejected by his kinsmen as Isaiah predicted, “ … for both houses of Israel he will be a stone that causes men to stumble and a rock that makes them fall. And for the people of Jerusalem he will be a trap and a snare.”  “Hey bud. Move it.”

But instead the Los Angeles “angel” became a Good Samaritan – “he took pity.” [Luke 10:33]  He sensed her predicament, then ordered and paid – a genuine act of kindness. No one made him order, and for sure no one made him pay. He chose to. Jesus advised: “Go and do likewise.” [Luke 10:37]  But not just Jesus’ advice, it was his heart and soul and mind and body. “I’ll pay.”

The Lord’s Supper emblems are reminders of a Savior sensing our predicament – can’t take dog in, can’t leave autistic daughter out. Only our predicament is SIN – can’t get in heaven with it, and for sure don’t want the alternative. Not only sensing our dilemma, he willingly paid. Money would have been a simple exchange, but sin’s debt demands death. “I’ll pay.”

There’s no way we can reimburse this payment, but we can choose to accept it and obey His insightful instruction - eat of the bread and drink of the cup in remembrance of Him.    

Follow The Food

As we sit at our kitchen table we enjoy looking beyond a small creek at grazing goats and

horses eating breakfast and lunch while we do. [Different menu, of course.] Just inches

from each horse a white cattle egret is always present, busy eating crickets, flies, grasshoppers and spiders that the grazing horse stirs up while moving about the field. We’ve learned that cattle egrets follow the food source.

Hey, most humans and animals do the same: follow the food.

Dust storms in the Dirty Thirties damaged millions of acres of farmland in the Plains states, causing a quarter-million “Oakies” and “Arkies” to load their jalopies with a few personal belongings and migrate to California to pick fruit for meager salaries. Better than starving.

For several years drought has been devastating several northeastern African nations – Ethiopia, Sudan and Somalia - with mass migration numbering past 11 million starving refugees seeking food. However, they have no California.

When Galilee’s spiritually starving masses discovered that Jesus could heal and feed, they followed him like a shadow. His popularity escalated so high the people were ready to force this new prophet to be their king. [John 6:14,15]  California had come to them.

In a synagogue, a bold spokesman pressed for a miraculous sign so Jesus could prove he was God’s son, reminding him that God gave bread from heaven in the form of manna. A teachable moment for Jesus – answering the request of a clueless crowd in six words, “I am the bread of life.” [v. 35] The answer prompted what Jesus expected – an uncivil war of words.

When they came up for air, he went for the knockout blow, “Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life.” [v. 54]  Whoa! Many “no longer followed him.” [v. 66]  Forget this flesh and blood menu. We prefer fast food – the McJesus happy meal - fish and bread.

It was not until his final supper with the 12 that Jesus returned to this subject – body and blood. While teaching in the synagogue Jesus had more in mind than communing with him in a memorial meal, but participation in the Lord’s Supper is a tangible means of fellowship that believers regularly have with Jesus. We follow the food – the bread and cup - to remember our dying, resurrected, reigning savior – Jesus the son of God.

Who's The Greatest?

Three of the gospel writers describe the Last Supper when Jesus gathered his 12 disciples together for the institution of the Lord’s Supper. 

Matthew describes the immediate preparation, eating the Passover meal, discussing the betrayer, instituting the Lord’s Supper, singing a hymn and leaving for the Mount of Olives. [Matthew 26:17-30].   Mark’s description matches Matthew’s.  [Mark 14:13-26]  Luke provides more details about the preparation and instituting the Lord’s Supper, briefly mentioning the betrayer, and concluding with a lengthy feud over which of the 12 disciples had most authority. [Lk 22:7-39]

A natural question: “Why squabble about greatness – especially when this was their last meal together?” A simple response, “Boys will be boys,” may be close to reality. But, there’s a bit more to it, specifically the seating arrangement at formal supper tables in Jesus’ era.

The famous painting of the Last Supper by Leonardo Da Vinci depicts Jesus at the center of the Twelve, all on one side of a long modern table. While the painting is priceless, the traditional seating was not seating – like sitting on chairs with your legs and feet under the table – but rather reclining. The very lesson we were taught not to do.

On low couches or on cushions, each one leaned on his left elbow with their head facing the low table, feet extended away from the table, allowing them to eat with their right hand. Dining tables were usually situated in the center of the room with the guests on three sides – in a U-shape - allowing open access to the table by servers. For the 13 men, it is possible that five

reclined on each side of the U-shape, and the remaining three at the top.

Additionally, positions of honor and servanthood were traditionally assigned to the couch locations around the table. The host was positioned at the top in the center, with the place of honor to his left – actually behind the reclining host – and a trusted guest to his right, in front of the host. The servant, if seated at the table, would occupy the last position – facing the host, but at the end of the U-shape, closest to the door.

Specifically, Jesus, the host, was at the center with John at his right [John 13:23-25], and Judas in the honored place behind Jesus. [Matthew 26:23] Peter was across from John [John 13:24], in the servant’s position. Oh oh. Not only did Peter miss the personal whispers between Jesus, John and Judas, he was quite aware that the host stuck him on the servant’s couch. Ouch.

Should we be shocked about a greatness debate? The betrayer is honored. John, a younger man, is the trusted friend, leaving Peter relegated to last on the food chain.  Guaranteed rumble.

But how similar were the Twelve and the Corinthian church when they assembled? “I have no praise for you,” Paul wrote, “for your meetings do more harm than good.” [1 Corinthians 11:17]  He continued, “When you come together, it is not the Lord’s Supper you eat …” [11:20] The same trouble the 12 had: division between the servants and the served, the “haves” and the “have-nots.” [11:22]

Thankfully, the Lord’s Supper is for all believers – greaters and lessers, haves and have-nots, big sinners and small sinners. So Paul advised, “A man ought to examine himself before he eats of the bread and drinks of the cup.” - examine yourself, not elevate yourself. That advice still works today. It’s a level playing field around the bread and the cup. Who is greatest? Who cares.

When Heaven Goes Ape

Something stirs my bones when I reflect on heavenly euphoria – the ecstatic thrill of repentance and forgiveness.

“ … there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.” [Luke 15:7]

“ … there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” [Luke 15:10]

For two weeks we have heard the deafening roar of Olympic crowds as their favorite athletes compete for three medals - and if not for victory medals, for the pride of their nations. Just thinking about of some of those tense moments in London raises my heart rate.

But I can’t even begin to fantasize what happens every time a sinner repents. The thrill of forgiveness. Heaven goes ape.

Once when a repentant woman was told, “Your sins are forgiven,” the guests in Simon’s house criticized, “Who is this who even forgives sins?” [Luke 7:48,49]  Heaven cheered while the holy men sneered.

I suspect this happens every time followers of Christ assemble to participate in the Lord’s supper – Communion. We approach this sacred meal in repentance, knowing we are not deserving, but by his grace we are favored to seek a restatement of his forgiveness. Repentance and forgiveness.

“ … Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it … saying, ‘Take and eat; this is my body.’ Then he took the cup … saying, ‘Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sin.’” [Matthew 26:26-28]

Do the angels in Heaven rejoice when we participate in the bread and cup? If they still rejoice when sinners repent (which includes us) and forgiveness is granted, then at every communion service there is happiness in Heaven. Just a glimpse of eternal joy.

Can We All Get Along?

The angel announced, “on earth peace, good will toward men,” according to Luke in the King James Version. Yet with perpetual discord around the world, peace does not appear coming soon.

The beating of Rodney King after an 8-mile high-speed chase triggered the infamous Los Angeles riots in 1992. During that chaotic week, King appeared on television pleading, “Can we all get along?” Good question, Rodney.

A day at Disney (Land or World) offers a few hours of dreamland peace – not counting the hefty entrance fee. Two weeks of the 2012 London Olympics brings us closer to our human idealism, as hundreds of thousands of athletes, paid workers and volunteers display the best of the best from 204 nations – though many of these nations are currently fighting each other.

The mystery of bringing the world together is beyond the Olympics, Disney parks and peace organizations – 266 and counting. Earthly peace is deeper than outlawing guns, curtailing nuclear killing devices, or banding together in a one-world hug fest. Observing an Earth Day, creating a green environment, or believing in yourself won’t cut it. Not even a decree from the Pope.

It was the mystery of the ages,  

but the mystery was forever solved.

From a prison cell Paul wrote, “… God gave the special responsibility of extending his grace to you Gentiles. As I briefly wrote earlier, God himself revealed his mysterious plan to me … And this is God’s plan: Both Gentiles and Jews who believe the Good News share equally in the riches inherited by God’s children. Both are part of the same body, and both enjoy the promise of blessings because they belong to Christ Jesus. [Ephesians 3:2-6, New Living Translation]

God’s age-old mystery – mind-blowing for both Jews and Gentiles – was revealed to Paul who then explained it to the Ephesians. Simply, God was blending into one body the two warring segments of humanity – through one eternal mediator, Jesus Christ.  Now equals.  Brothers.  Christians.

No more need for accusing or excusing, shouting or shooting, bullying or bombing.  God’s answer to Rodney’s 1992 question, “Yes, we can all get along.” There can be peace between feuding people – in neighborhoods, nations and the universe. Through the Prince of Peace, who experienced false accusations, governmental injustice, and humiliating shame to make it possible for enemies to be brothers and enjoy the blessings of God together.

Our heartfelt gratitude to Christ for personally solving the mystery of the ages. We pause to share in two earthly elements – bread and fruit of the vine – emblematic pictures of the price paid for peace, first our peace with God and then with mankind.

We Are Not Alone

Today’s vocabulary has been ambushed by dreaded words: termination, foreclosure, bankruptcy. Strangling in an unrelenting economic swamp are millions of American employers and employees, families and singles, working and retireds, educated and uneducated, Christians and non-Christians. Disappointment has become the expected rather than a rarity.

Then, along comes the 2012 Olympics with 10,000 of the most skilled athletes in the world – bringing more sunshine into our lives in one moment than any scratch-off ticket could generate. We marvel at these athletes from 204 nations who have devoted themselves to perfection in their chosen sport. Each athlete has determined to exceed their best, knowing that only one wins the gold in each event.

One swimmer – Natalie Coughlin, turning just 20 in August – is the first American female athlete to win six medals in one Olympics. She reflects, “You are very much alone when you’re out there swimming, but you have so many people supporting you back home.”

No, the Olympics doesn’t pay our bills, feed our family or meet our mortgage, but the focused determination of these disciplined participants buoys us to see beyond our daily struggles.

Natalie nails it: Doing it on your own doesn’t mean doing it alone.  The writer of Hebrews concurs, describing Old Testament heroes of faith in chapter 11, followed by “therefore” in chapter 12.

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us.” [New Living Translation]

As in the ancient Greek Games and the modern Olympics, we run as individuals, yet we are NOT ALONE. But are surrounded by a grandstand-full of heavenly heroes who have experienced what we suffer. All gold medal winners, cheering us on in this gut-wrenching side of life.

Jesus, himself, understood life’s ugly side. Shown no mercy. Being alone. End of the rope.  Yet, he is the world champion medal winner - meaning we, too, can win the Gold, if . . . “We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith . . . he endured the cross, disregarding its shame. Now he is seated in the place of honor beside God’s throne.” [Hebrews 12:2, NLT] Each time we commune with Christ, we’re reminded, we are not alone.

Top of the Top

He grew up in Palestine – actually in Kerioth, a small town some 20 miles south of Jerusalem. From his earliest years he excelled in numbers, especially in financial transactions.

Simon, his father, had to be amazed at him when he suddenly left the Jewish faith he had been raised in, to follow an itinerant preacher named Jesus. This preacher was not only from a distant northern city, Nazareth, but he also bragged that he was Jehovah’s son.

Why would he leave his family and a promising career? He was at the top of the top in what he did best – money management. But the preacher saw in this young man, one who would help him establish the largest organization in world history – the church. As one of the Twelve he was above hundreds and thousands of promising achievers.

But in an instant, one of the mysteries of life occurred, an event that has been summarized by an eye-witness historian in four words, “Satan entered into him.” [John 13:27]  From that moment history changed – by one satanic-controlled man. We know the rest of the story very well.

He grew up in California – actually in San Diego – in a well-tended enclave of two-story homes. He excelled in science, especially in neuroscience. Robert, his father – a software company manager – had to be amazed at his son’s scientific advancements in college, with unlimited potential. But inner demons gnawed at the character of this promising achiever, and won. In hindsight, the chancellor of his California University said, “He was at the top of the top.”

One of the mysteries of Americans today is far from being understood or summarized. In a devilish two-month plan this acclaimed student became the Batman villain – for real – in a Colorado theater on the opening night of “The Dark Knight Rises.” From the moment the horror exploded in that packed theater history took an ugly turn. And, we only begin to learn the full story.

One story we do know is encapsulated in that itinerant preacher who truly was, and is, and forever will be Jehovah’s son. His love took a traitor’s disgusting betrayal and turned it into the greatest story ever told – the top of the top – changing vile nations and inhuman criminals like no other man. We can attest to that love and grace and power, because he changed us to be his children, and eternally with him, at the top of the top. Today we move beyond horror and anticipate splendor.

Communion on the Moon

A minor detail during the historic Apollo 11 mission that landed the first two human beings on the moon over 45 years ago – Sunday, July 20, 1969 – was an important event for Astronaut Buzz Aldrin.

Many remember Neil Armstrong’s now famous words, “One small step for man, one giantleap for mankind.” But who remembers Buzz Aldrin’s words?

Mission Control in Houston had scheduled a quiet time for the 2-man crew to rest after the lunar module landed to prepare for their extra-vehicular activities on the moon’s surface. During these hours Aldrin carried out his own plan. With a wafer of bread and a small amount of wine from a sealed plastic container, he privately celebrated the Lord’s Supper – on the moon.

From a handwritten 3x5 card, Aldrin repeated the words of Jesus, “I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever remains in me, and I in him, will bear much fruit; for you can do nothing without me.” Astronaut Aldrin then partook of the wafer and the wine . . . paused for a moment, and then offered a private prayer for the task at hand and the opportunity he had been given. Neil Armstrong, the only human witness, watched respectfully.

Reflecting on his communion observance on the moon, Aldrin explained, “I could think of no better way to acknowledge the enormity of the Apollo 11 experience than by giving thanks to God.”

Jesus also, on the night that he was betrayed by Judas, could think of no better way for humans on earth (and earth’s moon) to regularly acknowledge the enormity of his eternally - purposed death – instructing his followers to “proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.”

Buzz Aldrin read, “Whoever remains in me . . .” This observance is part of “remaining” in Christ – through the bread and cup – participating in the body and blood of Christ.

The Brightest Day

It happened again this week.

On June 21st nearly every year I remind my wife of a fact I learned in grade school, and every year she impolitely interrupts me as I start my spiel, “Oh, don’t bother me with that nonsense again.”

Your teachers probably informed you too that June 20-21 has the most daylight hours of the year – the first day of summer in the Northern Hemisphere - 12 hours of daylight at the equator and 24 at the North Pole. Thus my dismal comment every June 21st, “Every day for the rest of the year will progressively have less daylight.”

By now it has become a corny joke – to my delight and her disgust.

Leap back in time with me to Jerusalem on the Friday before Passover, AD 30.  On that day at Jerusalem’s latitude, they would normally have 12.6 hours of daylight. Imagine the response of a Roman guard’s wife if her husband, while leaving for Golgotha duty that morning, would quip, “Well, buttercup, today we’ll have 3 hours less daylight than normal.”

I believe she would mutter, “Oh, don’t bother me with that nonsense.”

But that’s exactly what happened. Instead of 12.6 hours of daylight, there were only 9.6.

Contrary to baseless explanations of a solar or lunar eclipse, heavy cloud cover or a dust storm, it was caused by the Father’s powerful expression of great sorrow – “from the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land.” [Matthew 27:45]  That’s high noon to 3:00 pm – three hours when the day normally is the brightest.

Suddenly breaking his silence, “About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice . . .

‘My God, my God, why have your forsaken me?’” [Matthew 27:46] Though we can’t fathom the eternal relationship of the heavenly Father with his only Son, we know now that this moment was the central event in the history of the world, when the Creator of the universe – a loving Father - allowed his sinless Son to pay for all the rottenness of all humanity.

The darkest day literally became the brightest day – remembered by eternally grateful

Christ followers since that day, in the bread and cup which symbolize his body and blood.

It's Not All About Me

Rick Warren, in his “anti-self-help” best seller, The Purpose Driven Life, opens the first of 40 chapters, “It’s not all about you.” A bold statemen in our culture where personal fulfillment, satisfaction and recognition reign quite pompously.

If I’m not happy, I’ll take my toys and go home. Later, take my bat and stalk off. Later, take my half of the furniture and live with mom and dad. This pathetic pity party shows up at work, in the neighborhood, at church, and in social settings. My way or the highway.

During the month Meghan Vogel keeps coming to my mind. At Ohio’s Division III girls state track meet, Meghan was running dead last in the 3200-meter race when about 20 meters from the finish Arden McMath collapsed in front of her. Instead of running past her, Meghan lifted Arden and literally carried her staggering body  – making sure to keep her fallen competitor ahead at the finish line. A standing ovation erupted at the stadium.

Meghan’s unselfish act has been noted as one of the greatest displays of sportsmanship in recent history. Not GET at any cost, but GIVE at all costs.

We hear of just enough random acts of kindness to avoid resigning that our culture is completely jaded with SELF. But sometimes we ache for more episodes of selflessness.

We love stories like Meghan’s. And the Luke 10 Bible story when Jesus told about a Samaritan, now called the good Samaritan. A solo traveler fell among thieves that left him half dead. Only the Samaritan, ranked at the cultural bottom by Jews, lifted the fallen traveler off the roadway and personally ushered him to safety and healing.

In reality, this is the life story of Jesus: “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” [John 10:10] In his final hours, “Not my will but yours be done.” [Luke 22:42]   At every communion setting we restate in our grateful observance: His death was all about ME, but the new life he gives us, it’s all about HIM.

That's Not Who I Am

When my neighbor Ed met a new neighbor, he asked her name. “Debbie,” she responded. Remembering her name would be easy because he knew another friend, Debbie. Later, recalling her name was the same as a friend, he called out, “Hi Phyliss.” Wouldn’t you know, Phyllis was the name of another friend? Debbie was not Phyllis. Oops.

Guess I’ve done worse. Like coming behind my wife at church one Sunday, and whispering in her ear, “Where are we going to sit, honey?” When “my wife” turned around . . . oops, she was not my wife, but a woman the same height as my wife and wearing a matching coat. For some reason she didn’t respond favorably to my blundering “honey” advances. Not Honey.

For 3½ years Jesus had to repeatedly counter, “That’s not who I am.”

From Herod’s prison John the Baptist asked, “Are you the one who is to come, or should we expect someone else?” Predicting that Jesus would inflict wrath and judgment, John was stunned with the news that Jesus was healing sick and forgiving sinners.

When Jesus returned to Nazareth, his homies asked, “Isn’t this the carpenter’s son?”

Amazed neighbors could not fathom that the carpenter’s kid who had helped repair their roof was now a renowned miracle worker.

Jesus asked his disciples about public perception, “Who do people say the Son of Man is?” Their responses resembled a Gallup Poll: John the Baptist, Elijah, Jeremiah, or a revered prophet of Israel. Sorry, wrong answers.

Even a few hours before his death, the identity mystery resurfaced – this time with Pilate, the Roman governor, asking, “Are you the king of the Jews?” I detect Jesus’ slight annoyance as Pilate reveals his shaky political status, “Yes, it is as you say.” Sounds a little like a teen-ager’s passive, “Whatever.”

After Jesus’ resurrection, Philip, the disciple, added a final blow when he requested,

“Lord, show us the Father.” BAM. “Don’t you know me, Philip, even after I have been among you such a long time?”

The Corinthian Christians had fallen into grim habits. Their Lord’s Supper time was vulgarized by insensitivity, inebriation and division – with little thought of remembering

Christ’s death. Paul warned, “For anyone who eats and drinks without recognizing the body of the Lord eats and drinks judgment on himself.” [1 Corinthians 11:29] 

The communion meal must constantly “recognize the body of the Lord,” – the body that was crucified, the blood that was shed. This meal is not an all-you-can-eat pig out. Not just bread and juice. Not a cute Sunday church ritual. Jesus counters: That’s not who I am.