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Jesus, Taxes, and Rich People: He knows the heart

28 Jul
If you are worried that this is going to be a post about economic theories and the all that, I assure you that it is not and you are safe to read on without having to sharpen any axes for the elephants or the donkeys.  This post is a commentary on two happenings in Luke’s account of Jesus’ life. To get the most out of this post, please read along with me Luke 18:18-19:9.

Luke chapters 18 and 19 contain two stories that when considered together are quite confusing.  They are known as “The Rich Ruler” and “Zacchaeus the Tax Collector”.   I’ve never considered the stories in relationship to each other, but looking at these stories, I am convinced that people would have been pretty pissed at Jesus for acting the way he did.  What do I mean? Well, He treats good people harshly and bad people kindly. Understatement. Here is the story:

The Rich Ruler – Luke 18:18-23

A certain ruler asked [Jesus], “Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?”

Why do you call me good?” Jesus answered. “No one is good—except God alone. You know the commandments: ‘Do not commit adultery, do not murder, do not steal, do not give false testimony, honor your father and mother.’”

“All these I have kept since I was a boy,” he said.

When Jesus heard this, he said to him, “You still lack one thing. Sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”

When he heard this, he became very sad, because he was a man of great wealth. Jesus looked at him and said, “How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of God! Indeed, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”

Let’s get the story straight. This rich ruler knew and kept all the Law’s commandments, even since he was a kid. That means he had never cheated anyone out of money and his riches were properly “his”, made either by simply the Lord’s blessing and a life of work in a clean conscience. Yet Jesus looks at him and gives him little hope at the eternal life.

There were people they that overheard what Jesus said and asked the natural question, “Who then can be saved?”

How many rulers and rich people get that way or stay that way by doing the right thing? This man had done everything the Law required, kept his nose clean, and Jesus still dealt harshly with him.  Who else stood a chance?

Jesus has his own way.  He is the King.  He answers the question in both word and deed.  The word is “What is impossible with men is possible with God“.  He describes how it is possible with God privately to his disciples in the next few verses. It is by his death and resurrection according to the scriptures that it is possible with God.

In fact, this power is demonstrated in an event that takes place between the two stories of the Rich Ruler and the Zacchaeus.  Jesus heals a blind guy:

As Jesus approached Jericho, a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging. When he heard the crowd going by, he asked what was happening. They told him, “Jesus of Nazareth is passing by.”

He called out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Those who led the way rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Jesus stopped and ordered the man to be brought to him. When he came near, Jesus asked him, “What do you want me to do for you?”
“Lord, I want to see,” he replied.

42Jesus said to him, “Receive your sight; your faith has healed you.” 43Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus, praising God. When all the people saw it, they also praised God.

Hold commentary on this bit for a while. Press on to Zacchaeus (yes this is the “wee little man”).

Zacchaeus the tax Collector

Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through. A man was there by the name of Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector and was wealthy. He wanted to see who Jesus was, but being a short man he could not, because of the crowd. So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore-fig tree to see him, since Jesus was coming that way.

When Jesus reached the spot, he looked up and said to him, “Zacchaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today.” So he came down at once and welcomed him gladly.

All the people saw this and began to mutter, “He has gone to be the guest of a ‘sinner.’ “

But Zacchaeus stood up and said to the Lord, “Look, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount.”

Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house, because this man, too, is a son of Abraham. For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost.”

I’m laughing just thinking about the contrast between the story of the Rich Ruler and Zacchaeus.  Jesus pretty much denies the Rich Ruler, who had done the right thing and kept the Law, even came to Jesus asking how to get eternal life. Yet with Zacchaeus, who had made his fortune swindling and coercing, Jesus almost gives him no option but to come into salvation.  I can just imagine the frustration of the people around these two powerful men.  In their eyes, the one who had never done anything to hurt them and was a good ruler was treated like dirt, and the one who had literally stolen money from them shared a meal and salvation with Jesus! Scandal!

Not fair! By their own merits, the man who deserved grace is seemingly denied, yet the one who deserved to be condemned had his whole house saved!

Observations:

1) Jesus decides on whom to show mercy.

2) Both men were sinners.  One believed it, the other did not.  The Rich Ruler thought there was something he could do to get eternal life.  He thought himself capable.  Jesus’ direction to him to sell everything and give it away would have reduced this man to nothing in his own eyes – and the ruler was unwilling to do it.  Zacchaeus knew that he was incapable of saving himself, and had even embraced embraced his sin (he knew exactly how much he had stolen!), yetwhen the Lord came to his house that the Lord could save him and it was a game changer.  His generosity did not earn his salvation – it was a fitting response to the grace the Lord showed him.

3) The Rich Ruler sought personal gain (eternal life, even with Jesus, can be desired selfishly).  The Blind Man sought to be able to see, but knew Jesus already to be the Messiah, and therefore capable. That is why he yelled out for the Son of David. Zacchaeus went out looking for Jesus, but it never says why.  Either way, He was looking, and Jesus came to him.

4) The conclusion of Jesus’ parable in 18:9-14 explains these stories better than I have:

“I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted.”

Did you make it all the way down here?

May the Lord’s will be done,

CWillZ


Trading Flip Flops for Boots

1 May

Its official.  I’m staying in Montana.  Today I finally traded in my Texas Driver’s License even though I haven’t “lived” there since August of 2007.  I just had not had sufficient motivation to switch it.  But here in Montana, fishing licenses are much cheaper if you are a resident.  What I didn’t know is that you have to be able to prove that you have lived here 6 months before you can get a Montana Resident fishing/hunting license, so I ended up paying full price for a non-resident license to fish.  Oh well. Any state where it’s easier to get a driver’s license than a fishing license pretty much has its priorities in check.  Right?

I’ve been here in Montana for a little over a week.  After a week, I feel that I have made the right choice and am looking forward to being here for at least a year (the length of my initial commitment).  My work here will be a slightly different ball of wax.  There is a parable Jesus tells about leaving 99 sheep to go after 1 which is lost.  I have done that and more.  Right now I am working with two students, and the youth group I was involved with until recently was pretty large.  It’s weird but good.  I really miss my flock, but I am starting to see true value in the place where I am and have already seen God use me in cool ways here, even if I haven’t worn my flip flops since I have gotten here.

So, for all of you have been praying, thank you.

I’m also happy to say that I am applying to George Fox Evangelical Seminary and hope to complete an M.A. in Ministry Leadership.  I’m sure there will be much more about this program as I become more and more involved in it.

May the Lord’s will be done,

CWillZ

VW Vanagon Breaks Down in Rural Montana

26 Apr

I recently accepted a position at Christian Outdoor Leadership Training (COLT) and have moved to Takrio, Montana just outside of Missoula.

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Mom and I next to my VW Vanagon Syncro

Before leaving my friends, family, students, and church in Columbus, I purchased a VW Vanagon Syncro.  My mom accompanied me on the trip across country.  We were in the middle of the third full day of driving when my mom made the first special request to stop for anything the entire trip.  We got off the interstate in rural eastern Montana and found a restaurant/bar where she could use the restroom.  From the looks of things I thought there may have been 500 people in the town.

We pulled out of the parking lot to get back on the intestate and the engine cut out.  We happened to be at the top of a long hill, and there was hope for a gas station at the bottom so we coasted down hill and barely pulled into the local gas station.  I did some tinkering and concluded that the problem was my fuel pump.

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My Syncro with its family members in Worden, MT

A local offered to give me a ride to the mechanic in the town.  When we arrived I was told that the mechanic would not be available until late that afternoon.  Drat.  Plan B was the mechanic at the gas station in the neighboring town (which was about a half mile away across the highway).  After about 20 minutes of phone calls and talking, one of the townspeople remembered that there was a guy in town that only worked on Volkswagens.  Really??

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Randy of Randy's Bugworks

So we called him and got directions.  He ended up having the exact part I needed.  What were the odds? As we pulled up, we could see the sea of VWs this guy had.  I thought I was in VW heaven.  This is the man who lives the dream, Randy of Randy’s Bugworks:

I am getting settled out here but am really missing everyone back home. Especially my students.  I love you guys. Please keep praying for me as I start something new. I’ll be sure to keep in touch as this adventure called life continues to unfold.

May the Lord’s will be done,

CWillZ

Ridin’ Dirty, Bonfires, Making Things New

24 Feb

I recently was talking to a friend who had gotten pulled over by the cops for…

You guessed it.  “Nothing.”  That is how all of stories that start out with “I got pulled over yesterday for,” go.  My favorite part of this person’s story is that he really had not done anything.  You see, a few years ago the officers would have found something, or somethings for which to arrest my friend.  In fact, they did and he has paid and continues to pay significant consequences for his actions.

A year ago I would have doubted the sincerity of his story of being pulled over for no reason, but today I know him well enough to be certain that he would tell me whether or not he actually had done something – and would be hurt if he had.  I have had the privileged of seeing him become a new creation, and been humbled by the work that God continues to do in his heart — and mine, just by having a close seat to the show. Every time we talk I am amazed at the changes he is making in his life, and the insights and love he gains for God.  It fills me with hope.

So when he shared about being cold, humiliated, and frustrated during the time that the boys in blue were searching his car, I sympathized.  The bad part about being a criminal is having people treat you like a criminal, even though there have been major renovations in your life that “they” don’t know about.  After the dogs and officers searched his car, a series of field sobriety tests, seemingly countless questions, a breathalyzer, and inviting the men searching his vehicle to Bible study (I love that) he was free to continue about his business.

He wondered aloud what the significance of this incident might be, and the conversation went like this:

Him: “I don’t know man, it seems like all this stuff happened all at once, and I really feel like it was Satan trying to attack me.”

Me: “That could be it, or it could be a not-so gentle reminder of where you have come from, what God has brought you out of, a reminder to stay on the wagon, ya know?”

Him: “Interesting that you say that.  It’s kinda like a Passover we just studied about. Israel had to do all this stuff so they would remember what God did for them.”

(Background) His mom, whose house he arrived at while we were speaking: “I think it was an attack, plain and simple.”

Me: “Well if it was Satan’s attack, we will use it for good and remember what God has done for us. Also, this is your warning to keep your chin up and stay the course- don’t give up now.”

That is an over-simplified verison of the conversation, but the gist is there.  Isn’t it amazing how we look at problems and difficulties in our lives?

It reminds me of campfire.  Even if a fire is burning hot and high, and you put a peice a plywood over it, it might smother and the flames dwindle.  Sometimes the fire dies out completely. However, if the fire is hot enough and there are enough hot, long burning coals at the base of the fire, it will enentullay rekindle.  And when it rekindles, the plywood that once snuffed the flames out becomes fuel itself.

So did Satan put the plywood on my friend’s fire?

Did God?

We do well to remember the God who warms hearts, rekindles smothered flames, and who uses all things to bring glory to Himself and for the good of those who love Him.

Here is to turning that which smothers us into our holy bonfire!

May the Lord’s will be done,

CWillZ

The Messiah is…..a baby. Disappointed?

25 Dec

Days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries go by after Israel had been told that a Messiah would come. The anticipation turned sour. Some doubted that it would ever happen. Others spent their lives projecting all of their hopes onto this predicted and fateful moment in history. Much like how we wait for Him to come again today, some people had outrageous expectations while others could fester little more than bland nonchalance towards the coming Messiah.

So when that day–the day–arrived, what were they to think? The symphony that is the course of history–human and cosmic alike–took a new tempo and changed keys. Silence was broken as the God allowed himself to be birthed just as you and I were. His eyes opened, his body was wiped, and his mother probably wanted to yell at Joseph during her post-natal hormone rage, but she knew that it was not his fault.

It was the Father’s fault. She and her husband started to care for God, who chose to be caged inside of the flesh of humanity. Gracefully the Child screams and cries for food and warmth. Most babies miss the comfort of the womb. This one also missed the privilege of being in the form of God and being in heaven with the Father. He would soon feel just how cold, alone and ungrateful the world could be. He knew in that moment(indeed He had always known), as He experienced the human condition as a human, what the next 33 or so years had in store.

The day he was birthed was the down payment for a very costly and humiliating life. This humiliation was the only real hope. If He cared, and He does, He was the one to do this.

Israel gets their Messiah, and the Conductor marks a downbeat to a new tune. The orchestra of creation is stirred and sits up straight. Something in His eyes communicates that this is going to be beautiful. Celebrate well today — God is with us!

May the Lord’s will be done,

CWillZ

Malleable

15 Nov

This is one of those words I have read time and time again and pretended to know what it meant.  Malleable.  I looked it up about a week ago and have been thinking about it since.

Malleable means “able to be hammered or pressed permanently out of shape without breaking or cracking.”

In January I sat around a table with other Christian Ed seniors from Taylor.  Somehow the conversation turned to motivation and how “God got a hold of us”.  Our professor highlighted the extremes (paraphrase):  “For some people it like God just whispers in their ear, for others it is like God knocks them flat on their face.”  When he said the last part, I involuntarily agreed aloud and my contemporaries noticed laughingly.

God is a good father and knows what we need much better than we do.  At just the right time, He will move in our lives in innumerable ways.  I hear God in whispers, but God also gets a hold of me driving me to my knees and face. Sometimes — sometimes often–it is like God needs to pound us out to shape us like a metalworker beautifies his art or makes a tool for a specific job.  I often imagine my close friends watching what God is doing with/to/in/through me and cringing like parents who have to let their children go into surgery.

Malleable.  Able to be pounded on without breaking or cracking.  Sometimes I wonder just how hard and how long God needs to pound.  I think that the next blow will break me.

“Just trust me,” He says.  He works and works.  It hurts.  The work is all his.  It’s like getting a root canal.  When he is done, its often sore for a while, but its better. Again, its what you need/ed.  When the hammer falls, it is our option to surrender and ask that His will be done.  In surrender, we love and trust that His pounding is making us into what he wants and needs.  His pounding will not break or crack us if we surrender to Him.

May the Lord’s will be done,

CWillZ

Standing in Crap? Look up, silly!

11 Oct

Someone told me this, and its a good story.  I have changed the names to protect the identity of the teller.

“I realized today that I have been looking down and wading through all the bad things I have been dealing with.  I have been saying, ‘Look at how nasty this crap is.  Why is this so bad? Look at all this crap!’

“Then it was like God said, ‘Filex, look up’.  When I looked up I saw a rope dangling just within reach above my head. I had hot had time to notice the rope because I was so focused on the crap.”

What a great story. There are so many time that life is like that.  It makes me think of when Peter was walking on the water towards Jesus.  As long as he looked at Jesus, he was fine, but when he became afraid of the winds, he began to sink.

May the Lord’s will be done,

CWillZ

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