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Sweet little babiesTuesday, December 19, 2017
From Judges 13 Samson and John were both consecrated to God as Nazarites. They dressed and ate and lived in a constant state of spiritual and physical fasting. From birth they learned to sacrifice physical comfort to pray without ceasing for the coming of the Lord. Although both were eventually killed, they were the strongest men in the land: Samson with his muscles and John with his words. They cared more than anything about God, and the people's relationship with God. Today we would certainly call them fanatics. They were scary. Here's a verse of a VBS kids' song about Samson: Tied up tight, his eyes plucked out, Samson! And then there was John, who wore camel's hair clothes and ate locusts with wild honey. Like Samson, he never cut his hair. He was a raggedy raggedy raggedy man. John didn't seek out the multitudes, but they sought him. "He lived in the wilderness until he appeared publicly to Israel." And then his message was stark, "Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand!" Here's a not-VBS adults' song about John: Stand back, baby, I'm a lightning rod The sweet boy babies grew up strong and scary. We admire them, from a safe distance, because they got things done. They were "patriarchs." Now as then, we are tempted to stand behind their strength, their weapons, their protection. But Jesus turned our hero-worship of the manly-man on its head. His beatitudes proclaimed the joy of choosing what Richard Rohr calls downward mobility: "Blessed are the poor in spirit, blessed are those who mourn, blessed are the meek, blessed are the merciful." Hush little baby, don't say a word. Papa ... For Jesus there was never any hurry to win, or be right, or get the upper hand. Instead, he watched to see what his Father was doing, and then he did it too. Our love comes either out of my need to BE loved, or out of abundance, Lord. And when I take the time to absorb your love for me, it is always abundance. Take the time. Take the time. Like the raggedy man in Riley's poem, just take the time. You have given me all the time I need in my own lived-in world. |