If It Isn’t Good News for the Poor

“If you can’t afford to eat, you need to get off your ass and get a job!”

I’ve heard this preached from the pulpit so many times. Maybe without the expletive.

The rich are getting richer and richer in the USA. They’re hoarding billions and billions of dollars, and the amount of people below the poverty line continues to grow.

During the government shutdown last fall, over 40 million Americans were at risk of losing their food stamp benefits. 

Also last year, Tesla, famously led by Elon Musk, paid zero dollars in taxes.

But we’re supposed to believe that the people who can’t afford food are the problem?

It’s incredible to me how well the wealthy have done at shifting the burden off of themselves and onto the poor.

Calling the poor the problem while supporting the wealthy is a backwards theology.

God’s heart for the poor has been evident from the beginning. You can find numerous examples of this heart throughout the Hebrew Scriptures. I won’t take the space to list out the verses here, but this link provides a good overview of many of those passages. 

The New Testament is also littered with commands to serve the poor. James 1:15-17 even tie providing for the poor directly to one’s faith, “Imagine a brother or sister who is naked and never has enough food to eat. What if one of you said, “Go in peace! Stay warm! Have a nice meal!”? What good is it if you don’t actually give them what their body needs? In the same way, faith is dead when it doesn’t result in faithful activity.”

Jesus has harsh words for the rich, however. Simply look at Matthew 19:24, “In fact, it’s easier for a camel to squeeze through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter God’s kingdom.”

In the Gospel of Mark, Jesus tells the rich young ruler, “You are lacking one thing. Go, sell what you own, and give the money to the poor. Then you will have treasure in heaven. And come, follow me.”

I’ve heard the story of driving out the money changers in the temple brought up as a defense for the righteous indignation evangelical Christians seem to have against immigrants or the poor or homosexuals, etc. They say, “Even Jesus used a whip and overturned the tables in the temple!”

But they even get this wrong. Why did Jesus do this? He tells us himself: “Get those doves out of here! Don’t make my Father’s house a marketplace.”

Yet here we are, doing the exact same thing the sellers in the temple were doing. We’ve lost our way.

The church has become a marketplace, a place for sale to the highest bidder. What would Jesus say if he were here now?

I think a lot of people would be surprised. A lot of people would be angry. A lot of people would try to crucify him.

Why?

Not because he tells you not to be on government benefits, not because he tells you not to be gay.

But because of the same things he said to the religious leaders in his own day:

“You Pharisees and teachers are show-offs, and you’re in for trouble! You give God a tenth of the spices from your garden, such as mint, dill, and cumin. Yet you neglect the more important matters of the Law, such as justice, mercy, and faithfulness. These are the important things you should have done, though you should not have left the others undone either.”

So to end my rambling here, being a Christian does not mean condemning the poor for being poor. It means calling out the hoarding of wealth among the ruling class and fighting the systems that make their hoarding possible.

So rather than worry about our taxes going to pay for food stamps, let’s increase taxes on the wealthiest Americans.

This is keeping in line with the gospel of Jesus.

Because Jesus was sent “to tell the good news to the poor” (Luke 4:18).

Let’s look for ways to carry out the words of our Savior, being “doers of the Words and not hearers only” (James 1:22).

Caffeinated Chronicles 14: Wii Bowling and the Kingdom of God

I ended my last post talking about my experience of moving to Atlanta. It was definitely a turning point in my life, one that started a few things and put to the test some things I didn’t even know about myself yet.

And so I guess it’s time to get back to sharing about my development as a person and as a person of faith.

Atlanta is a beautiful city. For years I wanted to move back there to live, but I know there’s very little chance of that happening anymore. That’s OK. I’m happy with how my life has turned out, but Atlanta will always hold a special place in my heart.

As I said last time, my team lived in a house in the middle of a trailer park. Each of the Atlanta Mission Year teams had different projects or areas of focus. My team’s focus was an after school program.

During the school day we had other volunteer opportunities and responsibilities. Andrew and I worked at a senior recreation center in East Point. We mostly helped out with odd jobs there. I answered phones, helped teach an old lady about computers, and set up the new Nintendo Wii for the participants to use.

It was a lot of fun listening to older African American men trash talk each other while playing Wii bowling.

In exchange, we received free meal tickets to eat at the cafeteria. Every morning, we would eat grits and bacon. Andrew liked to put jelly In his, and dip his bacon in the maple syrup. I’ve never been a fan of mixing sweet and salty flavors, so I ate them separately.

In the afternoon, we’d get lunch there. The food was actually excellent, and the head chef had trained at a culinary school in New York City. She knew how to run a kitchen!

In the afternoons, we would take the after school program’s two 15 passenger vans to pick up the kids from school and take them to the Baptist church where the program was run.

Andrew and I were responsible for the fifth graders. We would always begin with a time of silent homework help, and then we would do an enrichment activity.

Here’s our class. I can’t believe how long it’s been.

I say enrichment, but I’ve never been very good with kids that age, so we often just played Mario Kart on the Wii. Oh well.

The program was run by an incredible woman named Tara. She had been involved with the ministry for a number of years and knew the families and kids in the trailer park where we lived very well. She eventually went on to become a teacher, and I have no doubt that she is an excellent one.

Then we would take the kids home for the evening.

And that was the basic rhythm of our year.

On Fridays we took a day called Sabbath, where we weren’t responsible for anything. My favorite activities were to go into the city and explore. I grew to know Atlanta really well. I still think Piedmont Park is one of the best green spaces in a city that I’ve seen.

Sundays we attended a local church. It was everything you would expect a black Baptist church to be. The music was incredible. The preaching was really, really long.

At the time, I wouldn’t have said that my theology was changed all that much during the year. Looking back now however, I see how it really did affect me and my life.

And my East Point team on bowling night, when Rachel and her friend and brother came to visit

For instance, it was my first real experience getting to know people from the immigrant population. This sparked a passion in me that I’m still following to this day in my work in France.

It was also the first time I seriously had my fundamentalist beliefs challenged in a way that caused me to rethink them. Looking back on some of the beliefs I had at that time really puts my changing theology into perspective.

It also gave me the opportunity to practice living with people from different places and with different perspectives and upbringings. This is another thing that I’m still practicing daily.

We lived all of these things intensely, day after day, for a year. And then it just ended.

The last night, I woke up very early to say goodbye to one of my roommates, and then one by one, everyone left. Andrew and I were the last ones.

And then I went home.

The lessons I learned and the ways that I grew during that year have stuck with me ever since, and I don’t think they’ll ever leave me.

It was one of many beginnings that have had lasting impacts on my journey through to this day. I just didn’t realize it then.

And for that, I am grateful.

Loving the Truth in the Time of Lies

I can’t just say nothing.

A woman was murdered in my hometown by the ones who are responsible for upholding the law. And at this moment the administration chooses to double down and blame the victim for the murder. It’s clear from the video what happened, but we have been told not to believe the evidence of our own eyes.

In addition, when Kristi Noem was asked about tear gas being used on American citizens, she denied it and said that isn’t what’s happening. When confronted with video evidence, she attempted to justify and explain it away.

There’s a George Orwell quote that’s been circulating lately, and I think it’s extremely relevant:

And I hear a certain segment of society claim that this is God’s will, that God is on their side. To use their own arguments against them, they are false prophets, preaching a false gospel. And Paul has some strong words to say about that:

When the wicked one appears, Satan will pretend to work all kinds of miracles, wonders, and signs. Lost people will be fooled by his evil deeds. They could be saved, but they will refuse to love the truth and accept it.So God will make sure they are fooled into believing a lie. All of them will be punished, because they would rather do evil than believe the truth.

This false gospel is losing ground, and I see good people in my home state standing up to it. Jesus doesn’t call us to follow our earthly leaders into destruction. The words of Jesus tell us plainly what he desires:

Teacher, what is the most important commandment in the Law?” Jesus answered: Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind.This is the first and most important commandment. The second most important commandment is like this one. And it is, “Love others as much as you love yourself.”All the Law of Moses and the Books of the Prophets are based on these two commandments.

And if that isn’t enough, Paul echoes that sentiment:

Let love be your only debt! If you love others, you have done all that the Law demands. In the Law there are many commands, such as, “Be faithful in marriage. Do not murder. Do not steal. Do not want what belongs to others.” But all of these are summed up in the command that says, “Love others as much as you love yourself.” No one who loves others will harm them. So love is all that the Law demands.

It seems so simple, but it’s not easy at all.

I fail often.

The gospel of love is not simple; it’s not an end goal unto itself. It’s a journey into knowing God and living in sacred community with those God loves (which is everyone!).

So this is a call to let love be our protest in the face of the forces of evil. Let us not fall into this trap of the false gospel that is being proclaimed by those in power.

The band Switchfoot said it best, “Love is the final fight” and “there is no sound louder than love.”

Inhabiting Immanuel

Christmas is almost here.

This time of year is my favorite. It’s not quite the same here in France as it was back in Minnesota in the USA. For one, there’s no snow. It doesn’t get so cold. Family’s not around. So Christmastime is a different experience than it used to be.

But it’s still worth thinking about and reflecting on what Christmas means.

The Bible tells us that the Christ child would be called Immanuel, translated as “God with us.”

Take a moment and think about that.

Now, my faith has grown in a different direction from how it was in my fundamentalist upbringing. I find myself focusing less on literal miracles and questions of sin and salvation than I used to. My faith is now expressed in the concrete here and now most of the time.

This comes with its own difficulties that are different than the ones that came from my fundamentalist, sin-focused background.

And so, as Christmas comes, I want to try to remind myself of this incredible truth:

God has come to live among us.

This is the thing we celebrate at Christmas. God came into humanity, taking the form of a child. This child was born in humble circumstances. He didn’t come as a king, like the Creator of the Universe deserved. Instead, he was born to an unwed migrant in a farmyard.

Perhaps this Christmas story reveals something about the things that God cares about. Maybe it tells us something about where to look for God in our daily lives.

I must confess, I often get so caught up in the struggles of each day that I forget to think whether God might already be present with me, where I am.

God came down to earth and lived a life of deprivation and hunger. His family became refugees to Egypt. He grew up and took up his family trade. His story mirrors the ones I’ve heard hundreds of times in my work here. He knows what it’s like to accept hospitality. He knows how it feels to be innocently accused of violence.

As Christmas approaches, let’s take some time to make central this miracle to our lives. Let’s search for the very real ways in which God With Us inhabits the people on the margins: The homeless, the poor, the refugee.

He knows their stories, for he has lived them.

What if we can learn what it means to know God With Us if we look for the places his story took him?

Learning to Reach Out Before I Break

Dear friends,

I think I made a mistake. Not a big, irreversible one, but a mistake nonetheless.

I made the mistake of oversharing. I caused people to worry unnecessarily, and for that, I am sorry.

See, the last couple weeks have been incredibly stressful. And when I get stressed, I write. I want the things I write to touch others so that they know that they’re not alone in their feelings or struggles. Anyone who looks like they have it all together is putting on a front, I promise.

And so, I wrote a couple of posts, one here and one at my mission website. I didn’t think so many people would read and respond to the things that I said.

I said I felt like giving up. And it’s true: For a time I did. And it’s also true that I felt alone and depressed.

But I forgot something. I’ve got many, many people around me who care about me and about my family. The outpouring of support and concern has been truly touching.

But please don’t worry about me.

Next time I feel like giving up, I’ll start by reaching out to people that care, people I can talk to and work through things with. I won’t start with a blog post that causes people to worry. That does a disservice to people I love.

I’m getting support and I’m doing ok. Now that I’ve had distance and time from that period, I realize just how supported I am.

I just forget sometimes.

I suppose this is just a long way of saying thank you. Thank you to all of you who have reached out and reminded me that I don’t need to struggle alone. Thank you to all the people who worried about me and took time to remind me that they care.

You may never realize just how much your compassion means. I promise it won’t be forgotten anytime soon.

How Crisis Makes Us Hurt Each Other

I hope that this means something. I hope it can help someone, and that it gives some perspective and light in a world that often seems overwhelmingly bleak.

I’ve been struggling lately. Not with depression exactly, but with the overwhelming sense of pain and suffering that I experience daily here on the border.

And I’ve noticed something.

Faced with the pain and the constant state of emergency and crisis, we sometimes don’t have a target for our grief and stress, and so we often turn our sights on each other. I do it. I’ve seen many other people here do it too.

Because the situation is always so stressful, and things keep getting worse, I sometimes find myself expressing my frustration and anger in unhelpful, and sometimes downright harmful, ways.

I turn against my wife, my children, my family, my friends, or anyone else who happens to be nearby.

After all, I feel safe with them. I feel like I can be myself. And sometimes myself is a real a-hole.

And I often say things that, while not exactly untrue, hurt those closest to me.

Especially my wife.

I recognize it’s not a healthy way to deal with stress. I realize that I have a responsibility to love those God has placed in my life first of all.

But it’s easy to forget.

What I’m trying to say is that there is a lot of unnecessary fighting and expression of anger that causes those of us who work in these situations to turn on each other, rather than uniting against those who are truly responsible for the ills of society.

For example, we’ve been dealing with one of the most stressful situations we’ve ever had to deal with in our work for the past week. In this situation, it seems that no matter what we do, someone vulnerable will end up being hurt.

Every choice is a wrong one.

And I feel powerless.

So I choose to take out my frustration and my anger and my desperation on the very ones who should be my safe place. Rachel and I spent much of the weekend and early part of this week arguing about our choices, arguing about what option hurts the least. Of course we didn’t really accomplish anything other than hurting each other.

I recognized this a couple days ago, and Rachel and I talked about it. We realized that we aren’t handling the frustration in a helpful way.

So yesterday we went for a lunch date. We turned off our phones and ate poke bowls with chopsticks at a local shopping center. We tried to talk about anything besides work and stress.

We weren’t completely successful, of course, but we went some way toward remembering the humanity in each other and that we are both on the same side. It’s the circumstances that are deserving of our anger.

Not each other.

I’d like to promise that I’ll do better next time, that I won’t let this happen again, and that my reaction will be healthier.

But I know it’s a lie.

But if I can do a little better, recognize what I’m doing before I hurt someone too badly, understand that my wife is there to support me, that she’s on my side, then maybe little by little, I’ll learn how to react to the intense situations in a healthier way.

And therapy helps too.

I’m mostly writing this for myself, but I want those reading it to understand that I see you. Sometimes life is just too much. Sometimes our struggles are too much to bear. Sometimes every choice is the wrong one.

But you aren’t alone, and you don’t have to fight alone.

Turn your anger and wrath on the systems that make these choices necessary, not on those by your side.

The situation is temporary, but the love and support of your community are lifelong. Lean on each other.

And I’ll try to be a better father and husband.

I hope you are able to take something from this, even if it’s understanding that everyone deals with difficult moments and everyone hurts the ones they love sometimes.

God bless you and grant you peace.

Light Shines in Darkness

Do you ever feel like there’s evil creeping up on you? Like a flood is going to rush for 40 days and 40 nights and take over your heart and mind?

Sometimes I do.

Most of the time I’m not really a believer. Sure, intellectually I assent to the things that I profess to believe. But that’s not what I mean. What I mean is, some days I can’t believe.

In fact, most days, if I’m honest.

But then, in spite of the creeping evil that seeks me out, trying to overwhelm me and turn me into something I’m not, I see a brief glimmer of hope. And that small hope sustains me even when I can’t believe.

Maybe that’s why I resonate so strongly with passages like John 1:5, “The light keeps shining in the dark, and darkness has never put it out.” (Contemporary English Version).

I struggle with depression. It’s just the truth. I never quite know how to describe it to someone without this problem. But darkness is the best analogy I can come up with. I think alternative country artist Bonnie “Prince” Billy captures it beautifully in his lyrics:

“But could you see its opposition
Comes rising up sometimes?
That its dreadful end-position
Comes blacking in my mind

[Chorus]
And that I see a darkness
And that I see a darkness
And that I see a darkness
And that I see a darkness
And did you know how much I love you
Is a hope that somehow you
Can save me from this darkness?”

I love this song because it captures what it’s like to struggle with depression so beautifully. You can’t control it. Sometimes it just comes like a gray cloud on a sunny day, blacking out any golden rays that might reach you.

And when you get into a depressive spell, it can be hard to find motivation to do most things. You feel tired. You feel like no matter what you do it won’t be good enough. You feel like there’s no point in anything.

In the worst case scenario, you might feel like your life isn’t worth living and that your friends and family would be better off without you.

I’ve never felt the latter to a point that it would cause me to take any self-harming or life-threatening action, but I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about it.

Why am I writing this? I’m not too sure. In fact, I don’t really feel depressed right now.

Maybe it’s a way of telling myself, when those dark, depressive times come, that there is a still a light that shines in the darkness, and that the darkness has not extinguished it.

No matter how dark the night, or how cloudy the day, the darkness can’t prevail.

Sometimes all it takes is one ray of sunshine.

And no, Rachel, Elijah, and Micaiah, it’s not ever your fault. Sometimes you are just the sunshine I need to break me out of my dark prison.

I love you.

Because of you, the darkness won’t overcome my inner light.

A quick note: If you are considering self-harm or suicide, please get help. No one needs to suffer alone.

In the USA: Call 988

In France: Call 3114

Caffeinated Chronicles Part 13: From Suitcase to Soulwork – Mission Year, Pictionary, and the Blues Musician from Memphis

Oof, it’s been a while. 

I believe my last post in this series had me talking about signing up for Mission Year. Wow, how am I going to cover that year in one post? Maybe I won’t. 

I applied for this program out of a deep desire to find like-minded people who wanted to live out the words of Jesus. I selected Atlanta as my first choice for a placement because I had grown up in South Carolina and wanted to reconnect with my Southern roots. 

Since Atlanta wasn’t a popular choice for people participating in the program, I was granted my first choice. 

One day in the summer of 2009 I landed at the ATL airport, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out. I was met by a girl in a tie dye t-shirt. She was from California, of course. 

In the car, we drove to the Atlanta inner suburb of East Point, which, despite its name, is just southwest of Atlanta proper.  Once there, we pulled into a trailer park, and we were dropped off at a little White House at the top of a hill. 

The girl who’d picked me up at the airport, Kelly, I learned, was going to be my team-leader. She was a few years older than I, with dark hair in a ponytail. 

Next arrived the rest of my team, Chelsea, Kim, Rachael, and Andrew.  

My whole team with the pastor of the church we attended

At least I wasn’t the only boy. 

The house was a small two-bedroom. The girls would all sleep in one of the rooms, and Andrew and I would share the other.  

Andrew, my roommate, would come to be an important person in my life. He was short with long blond hair, and he was a blues musician from Memphis, Tennessee. An exceptionally talented drummer, he also played guitar and put my own guitar skills to shame. 

Oh well. 

Our first few days together, we didn’t really know what to do. We were placed on a strict technology fast, the house had no television, and we weren’t allowed yet to go out by ourselves. 

2010 was a different time, ok?!

So we played games. We played Uno, poker, bluffing games, and any other card game you could think of. But our favorite was called Pictionary-Down-the-Lane.  

It’s a simple game, and to play it all you need is stack of paper, equal in number to the number of players, and a pen for each person. Each person gets a stack of paper, and on the top one writes a word or phrase. Then everyone passes their whole stack to the left, and the next person is tasked with drawing what was written on the second piece of paper. Then the next person interprets what they think the drawing is, and so on, until the papers return to the original person. 

Each stack of paper is then flipped through and read aloud to the whole group. It’s like telephone with pictures. 

It’s simple; it’s stupid, but we had many hours of laughter and fun playing this game. It still holds a special place in my heart, but it doesn’t seem to resonate with other people the same way it does with me. 

I guess that’s the power of nostalgia.  

Me and Andrew. Where are you now, old friend?

To say we got along well would be true. Over the course of the year, we had our disagreements and conflicts, to be sure, but we managed to work through those things and finish out the year as a united team. 

The same can’t be said of the other Atlanta teams, however. But those aren’t my stories to tell. 

Throughout that year I spent my days with these people. They became a family to me in a sense, when my true family was far away. 

These were my first experiences as a young adult away from many of the difficult and stressful bonds of my fundamentalist upbringing, and so they are some of my fondest memories. 

There’s so much more to be said, but I’ll leave it for next time. 

Next time, I’ll fill you in on what our work was during that year. Don’t worry; grits and bacon feature heavily. 

Until then, blessings. 

Not About Hell: What Jesus Really Meant by the Narrow Path

“Go in through the narrow gate. The gate that leads to destruction is broad and the road wide, so many people enter through it. But the gate that leads to life is narrow and the road difficult, so few people find it.

–(Matthew 7:13, 14, Common English Bible).

What does the above passage mean to you? Or rather, how have you heard it interpreted before? If you grew up in a church like the one that I did, I suspect I can guess. If you heard this preached on, the sermon probably said something along these lines:

“Jesus tells us that the world is headed to destruction because they are walking on the wide path toward hell. But we are on the narrow path, guarding our actions, repenting from sin, and eventually we’ll end up in heaven to spend an eternity with Jesus.”

In a nutshell, this is the kind of preaching I often heard as a young person. I’ve touched before on how scared I was of finding myself on the broad path that leads to destruction. I was terrified that any sin I committed meant that I wasn’t truly saved, that I would be going to hell when I died.

The problem is that I really don’t think that’s what Jesus is saying here.

To get at the heart of his teaching, we need to consider this passage in its proper context situating it within the broader teachings of Jesus. Don’t worry; I’ll try not to be overly academic here, since I’m far from a biblical scholar myself. I just think that we want to consider reading this passage in a different light from the one that is so often taught.

First, the context here is Jesus’ condemnation of the pharisees. This is the group of hypocritical teachers who loved to show off how holy they were and condemn other people for not following their teachings. They also made a whole lot of rules that people had to follow to be considered “holy.” If you’re anything like me, I bet that sounds familiar to you too.

In this passage, Jesus points out the hypocrisy of these religious teachers, saying things like, “When you pray, don’t be like hypocrites. They love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners so that people will see them. I assure you, that’s the only reward they’ll get” (Matthew 6:5, CEB).

He goes on for a while like this before switching to tell his followers what a real life of righteousness looks like. (Also, that word “righteousness” has more than one meaning, which ties it to justice, but I’ll get to that in a different post). Jesus says things like, “Don’t judge, so that you won’t be judged” (Matthew 7:1).

Then he gets to the passage discussed at the beginning of this post. 

He tells us to enter the narrow gate and follow the difficult path to life. Now, is he talking about life after death here, what is commonly referred to as “salvation”? Maybe, but there’s more to it than that.

You see, given the prior context, where Jesus both condemns the pharisees and explains how to live a different life, he purposely follows it up with this statement. Jesus has been telling his followers this whole time what it looks like to follow the path to destruction and how to follow the difficult path to life. 

Jesus has spent the last several chapters of Matthew telling us how to enter the narrow gate that leads to life:

“How can you say to your brother or sister, ‘Let me take the splinter out of your eye,’ when there’s a log in your eye? You deceive yourself! First take the log out of your eye, and then you’ll see clearly to take the splinter out of your brother’s or sister’s eye.” 

“Ask, and you will receive. Search, and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened to you.”

 “When you pray, don’t pour out a flood of empty words, as the Gentiles do. They think that by saying many words they’ll be heard. Don’t be like them, because your Father knows what you need before you ask.”

He ends by saying, “Everybody who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise builder who built a house on bedrock” (Matthew 7:24). Therefore, finding the narrow gate and difficult path that leads to righteousness involves following the words of Jesus, something that our human nature struggles with.

And if that wasn’t clear enough, he gives us one rule, commonly known as the Golden Rule, “Therefore, you should treat people in the same way that you want people to treat you; this is the Law and the Prophets” (Matthew 7:12).” How do we follow the laws of Jesus and walk the path to righteousness? We treat others the way we want them to treat us. 

In the end, this will lead us to true, meaningful life.

My friends, I spent so many good years of my life worrying. Worrying about stepping off the narrow path and suddenly finding myself bound for hell. I wish I could go back and tell my younger self what I’m saying to you now:

“Don’t worry. Your job is not to worry about being perfect or doing exactly the right thing in every situation. Your job is to love God and love others, because, as Jesus says, ‘this is the Law and the Prophets.’”

This is indeed more difficult than it seems. We are selfish humans by nature, and we make mistakes. The point is not to be perfect, but the path is a journey, not a destination. Be merciful to yourself, learn from your mistakes. Ask God to help you love a little bit better every day. 

This thought can be very freeing. After all, Jesus also tells us, “Therefore, if the Son makes you free, you really will be free” (John 8:36, CEB).

Something beautiful happens when we choose to follow Jesus: We find true life. Later, in Matthew 11:28-30, Jesus tells us, “Come to me, all you who are struggling hard and carrying heavy loads, and I will give you rest.” 

So rather than a burden, with numerous rules to follow, Jesus offers us rest.

And that, my friends, is true life.

You Are Loved: The Central Message of Scripture

My friends,

There is one simple truth in Scripture that can change everything about our world. But we often fail to take it seriously.

Consider the words of John:

“This is love: it is not that we loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son as the sacrifice that deals with our sins” (1 John 4:10, Common English Bible (CEB)).

My friend, you are loved.

Take a moment to breathe deeply and concentrate on that thought. Say it to yourself, “I am loved.”

As you live in that moment, what do you feel? What do you understand? Does it affect your sense of self at all?

For me, this is an important reminder, because I spent so much of my life worrying about doing or saying the wrong thing and falling out of favor with God. I still struggle with this. For me, it’s easy to accept that God loves everyone else, but I have a hard time accepting that that same love applies to me.

I once heard a preacher say, “Yes, God loves you, but there’s still 99 per cent of the Bible left to preach.”

But he was wrong.

God’s love for humanity is the central theme of Scripture. God’s reconciling love is 99 per cent of the Bible.

Try with me to understand that each of us is loved more than we can even imagine. Each of us is cared for. 

As it also says in Scripture, “Aren’t two sparrows sold for a small coin? But not one of them will fall to the ground without your Father knowing about it already. Even the hairs of your head are all counted. Don’t be afraid. You are worth more than many sparrows” (Matthew 10:29-31, CEB).

Listen to me. You don’t have to be afraid.

My friend, you are loved.

If you only ever remember this one lesson, you have succeeded.

But don’t stop there. Let God’s love for you flow through you and outward into the world, so that you can remind others that they, too, are loved.

I’ll leave you with some more words from Scripture,

“The commandments, ‘Don’t commit adultery, don’t murder, don’t steal, don’t desire what others have,’ and any other commandments, are all summed up in one word: You must love your neighbor as yourself. Love doesn’t do anything wrong to a neighbor; therefore, love is what fulfills the Law” (Romans 13:9, 10, CEB).

Now take a moment and meditate on the God of love that lives in your heart, that cares for you more than the sparrows, that knows every hair on your head. Whether you are capable of accepting it or not (like me), you are deeply, inconceivably, wonderfully loved.

That is the God that I serve. That is the simple truth that can change the world.

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