so many weeks i walk out of church newly illumined and itching to share in this space. but then sunday turns into monday-tuesday-wednesday, and while i’ve still got hold of broad themes, most of the details have flitted off to the never-never-land regions of my brain.
but this sunday i took notes! and didn’t lose them! so here we go, flecks of truth from pastor mark’s message.
“Is–is he a man?” asked Lucy.
“Aslan a man!” said Mr. Beaver sternly. “Certainly not. I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea. Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion–the Lion, the great Lion.”
“Ooh,” said Susan, “I thought he was a man. Is he–quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”
“That you will, dearie, and make no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver; “if there’s anyone who can appear before Alsan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.”
“Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.
“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the king, I tell you.”
–CS Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
when we’re in a restaurant and the meal is stumbling along in a disappointing sort of way, we sometimes ask: who’s in charge here? let me speak to the manager. we want direct access to the person with the authority to change things.
at the same time, we like to box Jesus up, make him safe and explicable; we’re good with the baby swaddled in cloth and maybe even the guy who saves a party with great wine. but the man who commands all of nature with a word? who stills thrashing seas, silences gale force winds? what on earth are we supposed to do with him?
when that guy walks in, we skitter way past feeling merely unsettled. Jesus shoots us straight into the raw terror of his power, his holiness, his willingness to die. who in their right mind loves with that kind of intensity? he leaves us shaky and with hearts turned to water, and then he calls to us.
come, follow me.
how do we respond to Jesus, who speaks a word, who IS the Word through whom every galaxy and monad flashed into existence?
so often in this messy humanity we find ourselves in situations where we’re desperate for answers, healing, relief. where we’re aching for something to change.
and again we ask: who’s in charge? who’s in charge here? who has the authority to change this situation? who commands all of life, all of my life?
‘cause if it’s me, i’m clean out of options.
but if i yield my life to Jesus, everything impossible and good just stepped into the room.
-loves like a hurricane, i am a tree bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy-
this is the God who goes before us, journeys beside us, fills us up, has our back.
‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the king, I tell you.