
To the church of Blue Sky in Loveland, to those ragamuffins living between the life in Jesus Christ and the death of this world:
Jesus came between
Bridged the gap between myself
And Abba aboveSitting between a cemetery and a golf course, between the sound of chirping birds and airplane engines, between Heaven and earth, I saw a bridge. The bridge was small and narrow, not wide and broad. While golfers moved between holes, with their golf clubs rattling on their backs, the sound of a hundred silent voices could be heard. I stared across the bridge, leading to the cemetery, and heard the sound of golf balls being hit behind me.
Life in Christ is not a grand parade marching toward death. Though by living for Christ and being willing to die for Him, as He died for me, is a parade marching into eternal life. Christ did not die for me to have my dream job, a shiny new car, a big, roomy house, or a wonderful, healthy family. He died so I might experience victory over death. The sun pours and the rain shines on the righteous and wicked alike. The fruits of the world are the breadcrumbs of the fruits of the spirit. And all too often what appears today as a blessing, spoils and rots if not nourished with the everlasting water of the Holy Spirit.
Whenever I think about what my reward will be for following Christ to the cross, to the tomb, and to my Father's house in Heaven, I think of Job. Here was a man who was doing "the right thing," by God and man. He just had the eventful circumstance of being caught in between a ruthless scheme of a jealous fiddler and the glorious truth and will of God Almighty. I believe Satan really thought he could lead Job astray, and that's the lie he feeds all of us, from the life and truth found in the Lord. In the end, God did bless Job in this life. However, Job's final words in an intense conversation with God were words of complete defeat.
My ears had heard of you
But now my eyes have seen you.
Therefore I despise myself
And repent in dust and ashes (Job 42: 5 – 6)
These are not the words of a man patting himself on the back for not taking a drink in 40 days, three years, or a decade. These are not words of a man who by his own will power resisted sexual lust and immorality for six weeks, only to slowly click back into the coffee grinder of sin. These are the words of a man, despite all his best efforts to stand strong amidst the powers of darkness, could do nothing but despise himself in the face of God and repent. It may seem over-dramatic or being too hard on myself, but if this Lenten Pilgrimage has confirmed anything for me it's that I have to vigilantly continue to take moral stock and ask God to remove these shortcomings. To quote another, I have to "trust in God and clean house."
I have to do this to continually remind myself to quit playing God. It's insidious how spiritual living can lead to self-righteousness. No man is righteous before God. The Fiddler would delight in me making the same mistake he did. I can't win a wager against a jealous fiddler, but Christ can and did. The Lord Jesus Christ bought my soul at a price and it's over and done with. "It's finished!" And I am thirsty. I'm thirsty to experience the God in Jesus Christ.
I experience God by serving God and loving others. I celebrate the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Not only in the spring, but everyday I breathe God's good air and remain willing to grow towards the Sunlight. Christ conquered death. I must die right along with Him and go to the tomb with Him. In Him, I will rise again! His body and His blood cover my unrighteousness. No matter how righteous or unrighteous I think I am, His body and His blood cover me. What the Father sees is His Son dwelling in one of His children, now and forever. I then cross that small, narrow bridge, He sees me from afar, and welcomes me into perfect union. Now is time to celebrate!
"For the saints who place their hope in the Lord will take on wings like eagles and will fly up to the Lord and will not die for all eternity."~ Saint Francis of Assisi ~
Faithfully,
Adam Mackie