Definition bowels, intestines, (the heart, lungs, liver, etc.)
*The bowels were regarded as the seat of the more violent passions, such as anger and love; but by the Hebrews as the seat of the tenderer affections, esp. kindness, benevolence, compassion; hence our heart (tender mercies, affections, etc.)
a heart in which mercy resides.
When Luke 11:35 tells us "Jesus wept" he used this word, "Splagnonmatzi" (If I am misspelling it, I hope my seminarian friends will forgive me) The word renders Jesus weeping to be what it really was...so much more than just weeping with everyone else. He was weeping because of them. His heart literally tore open and the emotion poured out of Him like a broken water main. It poured out from the very deepest part of His person. His grief was so visible, that the others watching him weep stopped their own weeping and said in verse 36: "Look how very much he loved him!" Jesus' grief was so pronounced that the others took notice.
Why? Why did Jesus weep so deeply, knowing -as He surely must have known- that He was minutes from raising Lazarus from the dead and ending this grief for them all? I've heard people say it was because He saw in full force, the end result of the fall of man, staring into Lazarus' tomb. But this would imply Jesus had never seen death before and we know He had. He'd raised Jairus' daughter by this point, so he'd already stood at the bedside of a dead child. Some say it was because of the lack of faith of those around him. Maybe, but He didn't weep like this when He walked out of Nazareth, informing them in no uncertain terms that because of their lack of faith, He wasn't able to do much for them.
I think the weeping was simply his human reaction to the enormous grief around him, combined with his own grief over the death of one of his closest friends. Jesus was, as we are so aware, all man and all God, simultaneously. His human side felt all the things we feel, and because He was without sin, I think He felt those things to a far greater degree than any of us will ever feel.
His emotions and reactions were unfiltered by sin, not connected by any earthly agenda, totally without regard to self. When He wept that day over the death of his friend, He was weeping because He found Himself in tune with the broken hearts around him, and because his nature was perfect, he empathized perfectly. He felt Mary and Martha's grief in a way none of us are capable. He grieved their loss. In this flash of time, we see him bearing their burden, as we would later be commanded to do for one another. (Gal 6:2)
He gave us an example of real, honest grief.
He wept as if Lazarus was his own son or brother.
There is a little comfort in this. Knowing that Jesus is weeping along with Ergun Mehmet Caner, and his wife Jill and their son and their family. Not just dabbing at the corner of His eyes with a handkerchief, but on his knees, rocking back and forth in grief, invisibly holding my dear brother and his sweet wife and son in His unseen arms. His heart has tuned to the frequency of their grief and His tears have intermingled with theirs. If I could see this, I too would stop in my tracks and say between my own sobs, "Look how much He loves Braxton, and Ergun, and Jill, and Drake!" My own sobs would grow louder because I would recognize the presence of Jesus, Savior of the world, again taking on the burdens of those He loves.
Jesus weeps again today. It is amazing.
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Monday, July 14, 2014
This will be a couple of posts...maybe three. I think we have long-ago lost contact with what Jesus would actually do or what being near Him might really be like.
Here are my thoughts...
Here are my thoughts...
What if Jesus were here?
I get accused quite frequently of becoming a curmudgeon. I suppose I am. But I am also a man of intense belief and passion. I am passionate about doctrine and liturgy and adhering to what our earliest fathers gave us as the basis for our Faith.
I get burdened and sometimes –many times- angry at what I perceive are slights against the Faith we were entrusted by those fathers. It’s easy to do when we see how it gets misused and mistreated these days.
I was thinking this morning about what modern Christianity has become. We interpret Jesus in our own way and make him fit our needs. This is dangerous. One of the most effective and impacting books I ever read was In His Steps by Charles M. Sheldon. The book’s subtitle is actually more well known. “What would Jesus do?” It became a force for living out the gospel when it was written over 100 years ago and has sold 30,000,000 copies. It was resurrected about 20 years ago with a movie and a soundtrack and a crass marketing program, replete with all the latest trendy things including those stupid silicone wrist bracelets that said “WWJD?”
There is an inherent problem with answering that question for ourselves...we can easily decide the answer, regardless of the facts we have to back it up. Jesus isn’t physically here to ask. I have an image of Jesus in scripture and I know how I want Him to be in any situation, therefore I can extrapolate what it is I think he might do and decide to say emphatically “This is what Jesus would do!” The problem is, there is often no basis in fact or in scripture for my decision. I have created a Jesus of my own making and I have put my words in His mouth and I have declared that my answer to “WWJD?” is accurate and since it’s what Jesus would do, if you don’t agree with me, you aren’t just against me...you’re against Jesus.
Two situations bring this to mind and demonstrate this issue. One is the various forms of “worship” that are prevalent in the Church today. The other is the current border crisis.
I want to address both.
First, and perhaps easiest, is worship. I’ve said this before, so it’s no surprise to readers here...most praise and worship makes me sick. Seriously, internally, queasy. Like “I need to run out of here before I puke and / or punch someone / something right now.” Nothing enflames my suspicions like the trusty phrase “Ushering in the presence of God” or “Feel the presence of the Lord.” This is always spoken by a pastor, either a “worship pastor” or a “senior pastor” (not to be confused with a “resource pastor” a “buildings and maintenance pastor” a “Kitchen pastor” or a “stewardship pastor” –the guy who counts the money and keeps the records of tithes- or any of the other pastoral positions created by the senior pastor to give a cushy, tax-break-providing job to a buddy) But this is the very guy who will also remind you that God is omnipresent. His presence is everywhere at one time. So he was already here, and you needed this emotionally driven, pabulum-and-breast-milk flavored music to remind you of this.
The lights go dim...or are always dim, causing your focus to be affixed on the stage and it’s performers. The music comes up, cued by a “worship leader” who tells you to “stand to your feet this morning!” No thanks, snapperhead, I’ll get to the standing part after lunch. Then he outlines how worship is supposed to look on his watch. “Put your hands together!” or “Lift your hands and praise Him!” or “Lets come into His presence!” Thanks pal, I thought I was going to a car wash until you reminded me.
Then the swaying begins. The glassy-eyed, hand-waving like a teen-aged girl hearing a ballad at a Selena Gomez concert. Who can help but to feel all “worshippy and praisy” when this music / setting / lighting is happening all around you?
Me. That’s who.
I’ve always wondered and frequently imagined what it would be like if Jesus actually showed up in the flesh. If He walked into the twenty-somethings in their praise mosh-pit or got bumped in the head by the arm of a swaying dervish caught up in the enraptured emotion of worshipping. (This has actually happened to me, I got smacked in the head trying to get to my seat)
I’ve wondered what my reaction to seeing His face would be.
It won’t be this:
I think if Jesus were to walk into a room on a Sunday morning, my first reaction would be to fall flat on my face and lay silent and still. What could I say? What words do I have to add to this moment? What can I add to the presence of Jesus? Nothing. It would be obscene to try. yet that’s what we see Sunday after Sunday...”worship leaders” trying to “usher in” the presence of God, forgetting that it never left, and then trying to orchestrate our response to it. It’s not a Justin Beiber concert. It’s the presence of Jesus Christ. Imagine He is standing here where you can see Him...physically touch Him. Now...start singing one of those songs about how you’re his buddy and how you long for Him and how desperate you are for Him. Declare that friendship you keep bragging about. I don’t know about others, but I find it hard. I would find it hard to do anything except fall to the ground, lay out flat, and be entirely silent. Because I might miss something...anything. I don’t want to speak over Him. I don’t want to babble to Him about our relationship. If I am truly in the presence of the King of Kings and the One who allowed himself flayed open like a side of beef for my sin...then my response is wonder, and wonder is too big for words. I’d weep. I’d smile. I’d tremble. I’d be so quiet and so still I could hear Him breathing. I’d wash his feet with my tears.
But I wouldn’t react like I was on a contact high at a Grateful dead concert.
And NOBODY would dare tell me how I should respond.
The presence of God brings AWE. Awe is not a word you use on a roller-coaster at a theme park. Awe is what a blind man would say if he awoke one morning to find himself standing on the shore of the Atlantic and he suddenly could see. Awe is what I felt the night my daughter was born. Awe is peering through the Hubbell telescope at the heavens that you knew were there, but could never conceive in your mind.
That is what worship is like.
I’ll close with this (sadly) true story...A friend of mine was in church during the worship time and felt the urge to go to another friend and give her a hug. She approached this woman and wrapped her arms around her. (For the record, they were VERY good friends so this was not some random occurrence) The woman hugged her and said “I love you” and the other woman turned to her with a hideously angry look and hissed “Don’t you EVER interrupt me when I’m worshiping!” My only comment here is that she was worshiping alright...it just wasn’t God she was worshiping.
I think I’ll leave the borders for tomorrow. Because I have a lot to say there too.