Readings for today: Genesis 23-24, Matthew 9
Many years ago a mentor taught me this prayer - “Lord, help me to see the world as you see it. Break my heart with the things that break your heart. And when you call me to act, help me not to duck.” ;-) I’ve been praying that prayer in some form or another ever since. It’s the first thing that came to mind this morning as we read through Matthew 9.
Paralytics. Tax collectors. Sinners. Religious elite. The blind, mute, and demon-possessed. The chronically ill, marginalized, those who have suffered tragedy. Seeing the world through Jesus’ eyes means truly “seeing” those around us. Not just passing by on the other side. Not just ignoring or dismissing those in need. Not just focusing all my attention on my own wants, needs, and desires. I must lift up my eyes above my navel and look around me. There are so many in need. So many who are struggling. So many who are lost. So many who are lonely. So many who need help. So many who need someone simply to acknowledge them. Simply to “see” them and treat them with dignity and honor and respect as fellow image-bearers of God.
“And Jesus went throughout all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every affliction. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.” (Matthew 9:35-36) Once I see them, how do I feel about them? Is my heart broken for them? Do I have compassion for them? Or do I react in anger, defensiveness, frustration, fear? I think of the crowds who gathered in the streets after George Floyd was killed. I think of all the turmoil and upheaval of the last several days. It’s easy to judge. Easy to condemn. Easy to cast blame or make snarky comments or use these events as cover to accumulate more political power. But if my heart breaks for the things that break God’s heart, I will find myself tearing up over the injustices so my friends of color still face. I will find myself moved to work for greater opportunity and access for those who feel marginalized and forgotten by society. I will listen to those who feel threatened by all the changes taking place in our culture. I will see the hurting and the helpless and harassed and seek to come alongside them to shepherd them rather than view them as enemies to be destroyed.
“The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.” (Matthew 9:37-38) The harvest is plentiful. The world is crying out for the gospel. So many are sick and tired of being sick and tired. They are tired of being helpless and hopeless. Tired of working so hard only to watch all their efforts turn to dust in the grand scheme of things. They are tired of trying to legislate change that can only happen in the human heart. But the laborers are too few. There are too few Christians willing to walk the walk and talk the talk. Too few Christians who truly understand their calling in this world. We are here to be salt and light. All that we have and all that we are is given to us by God for the express purpose of expanding His Kingdom in the world. We do not own the fields into which we’ve been sent. We have no claim on them nor should our aim be to profit in any from our work. We are simply day laborers for the Lord, here to do His will. Nothing more. Nothing less. Nothing else.
Many years ago, I suffered a tremendous professional failure. I was a church planter in a small town outside of Madison, WI. For months I worked to gather a group of people who would help us launch the new church as we sought to reach the community in the name of Jesus. But all my efforts failed. I was at odds with the board. I was at odds with some of the people in the group. All my fears and insecurities came to the fore. I was struggling. I was depressed. And once it imploded, I had no idea what I was going to do. Yes, I could justify myself. Yes, I could point to all the reasons it wasn’t my fault. Yes, I could blame-shift and throw up my hands and leave the ministry. But God would not let me go. He forced me into several months of prayer. Several months where I literally would pace the floor all night long crying out to Him. I got so little sleep. I was so anxious over how I was going to provide for my family. I felt helpless and hopeless and lost and afraid. But it was there in the darkness that I met God again. He stripped my life down to the studs. All I had built, He took away in order to teach me an all-important truth. My life is not my own. My life is His to do with as He wills. He is the Potter. I am the clay. All I can do is surrender. Submit my life to Him. Offer myself as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to Him.
Friends, I truly believe I became a “laborer” through that experience. Though I had been in ministry for years, I had never truly surrendered my life, my future, my professional hopes and dreams to God. I was still holding onto the lie that I co-owned the fields I worked in with God. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Now I find myself in a different place. Yes, I am still tempted to believe I have a share in what God has built but thankfully God is quick to remind me of my “day laborer” status. ;-) And I will tell you there is no greater freedom in this life than surrendering all you have to the Lord. No greater joy in this life than answering His call to serve. Friends, wherever God has you right now, know He has put you there for a purpose! His desire is for you to “labor” in that particular field for His glory. Labor with compassion. Labor with grace. Labor with love.
Readings for tomorrow: Genesis 25-26, Matthew 10:1-25