Missing the Messenger


Missing the Messenger

Mark 16:9-15

    Thursday night I was  a bitch to a volunteer, and what was going on was simply projection, the projection of my own wishes  upon him. For my deepest desire is for  everyone to see my street kids as I see them–my friends. 

    Earlier he overhead a fight with a nineteen year old over some school stuff, and I am sure he thought I was crazy, fighting with an adolescent, but the truth is I do not see age, race, creed, but the individual. On my desk are the photos of seven 17-19 year olds who call me their homie, or a part of their team. They are the ones who this past year and a half who walked with me through the surgery, and the pain of the recovery afterward. They are my closest friends. Physically and emotionally they have been there.

    I have been joking on face book with Michael, who has been in my life since he was 14 sleeping on the streets. He and his wife have just bought a house in a poor neighborhood in Albuquerque, and I told him to buy one with in a rich neighborhood  and give me the poor one it is so nice; Andrew, who is 30, and was my friend  since he was 15, has called me from Baltimore many times to listen to me, and the  list goes on and on. They are my friends.

    Once I was invited to give a presentation on my work in Minneapolis, and there was a 150 people present–they heckled me, everyone of them because I had no “boundaries”, and was a threat to out reach workers, to their jobs. They were so caught up in their own fears, they would not even give me the respect to listen.

    Jesus told his family that they were a part of his universal family, and they called him crazy. What he meant was that the boundaries that constrain us, limits us, and hinders growth into universal love must go. We are all family, there are no walls. Mary Magdalene in our story today is one who was outside the bounds and Jesus embraced her.

    We miss the Messenger because we fail to hear his message of liberation, of walking with people in their pain and of not trying to fix them. For when we walk with people, just as they are, in the moment what happens is they see us and and feel our love, and gradually begin to change. They change out of our love for them.     It is painful. I have scars on my body, I am scared emotionally, and I am hurt a lot, but when we move out of ourselves,and see the other, we embrace the Other. We meet the Christ, he is embraces us. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

A BOOK REVIEW: A RESURRECTION SHAPED LIFE : Dying and Rising on Planet Earth by Jake Owensbey

        This book is about living the resurrection in our daily lives. We grow into eternity on earth through living our lives in a resurrection faith. “If we see in the cross God’s embrace of the world’s sufferings, we will see in the risen Christ God’s response to that suffering. The empty tomb assures us that, in Christ, suffering and death can lead to new life, ” in this quote what he is saying that each of us is the ‘body of Christ” each of us bears Christ in our bodies. We each journey the walk of crucifixion in loving and caring for people, and in doing so we experience the resurrection. Discipleship and eternal life are dreams–that is until we commit ourselves to the suffering of living those dreams through loving and serving others, all people. 

    We are called to live the dream in grace, not in judgment, in forgiveness, not in punishment, and in that we grown in the resurrection to eternal life.


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