The New Testament
Like the Old Testament before it, the New Testament is not silent on the issue of the poor. The New Testament continues to affirm God’s love for the marginalized as being foundational and that His people are to incorporate caring for them into their lifestyle. In the ministry of Jesus we see his care for the marginalized as a sign of the in breaking of His Kingdom.
Let’s read the words of Jesus as he is getting ready to set out on his public ministry.
When he came to Nazareth, where he had been brought up, he went to the synagogue on the sabbath day, as was his custom. He stood up to read, 17 and the scroll of the prophet Isaiah was given to him. He unrolled the scroll and found the place where it was written:
LK 4:18 "The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
because he has anointed me
to bring good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim release to the captive
and recovery of sight to the blind,
to let the oppressed go free,
LK 4:19 to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor."
LK 4:20 And he rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the attendant, and sat down. The eyes of all in the synagogue were fixed on him. 21 Then he began to say to them, "Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing."
Jesus said that the Spirit of God was empowering him to proclaim the message of the Kingdom through both word and deed to those who had been marginalized. He is to preach the good news that God has remembered the plight of the poor. He is to heal those who have been crippled, restoring them to the worshiping community of Israel. He is to release those who have been enslaved, and proclaim to the debtors that their debts have been canceled, and that is exactly what He did.
Jesus came to an impoverished world in poverty through his birth. Think about it, he was born the child of a teenage peasant in ancient Israel. He was born in a barn! He grew up like any other average child in Israel going to synagogue school and learning the trade of his earthly father. He did not grow up in the metropolitan hustle and bustle of Jerusalem. He grew up in the sticks. He was probably considered a country preacher with a rural accent. They made the same jokes about where he was from that we do about north Georgia or Kentucky here in Tennessee.
Yet these experiences gave him an ability to identify with the common people of Israel. They gave him the background he needed to communicate deep truths to them in a way they could grasp and understand. Just think about how many of his parables pertain to farming, fishing, family, and weddings, topics the ordinary people of his day would be familiar with. Jesus was one of the least, the last, the lost, and the lonely. Yet he was full of the Kingdom of God, and wherever he went he brought hope and life with him.
In his public ministry he healed the sick, related to prostitutes, tax collectors, and lepers. These were outcasts; people who were outside the worshipping community of Israel. Every time Jesus touched one of these people lives it was an object lesson in how his Kingdom operates. The good news is proclaimed to the poor, the sick and diseased are healed, the captives are set free, and debts are forgiven. Those who were outside were invited in, because Jesus’ kingdom is accessible to all.
I bet as you read this you are saying to yourself, “Yes and amen!”, after all this is what Jesus does and as His followers we should be doing the same. Not so quick. Do you understand what this looks like? I remember when we first started feeding the homeless in Miller Park. One of our members began to really invest in the people that they were feeding. He attended our small group and began to bring some of the people to whom he was ministering. These folks might not have had a shower for several days and they smelled really bad. They were hungry and would absolutely devour all the snacks, and they didn’t really know how to appropriately interact with people. This was an uncomfortable experience and I really wrestled with it. What are you going to do if the outcasts are invited to the party? Do you think you could handle it? I really struggled and honestly I still would.
We’ve been reaching out to a middle school where many of the children have been raised with a different set of values than a bunch of suburban white kids. What if all of a sudden fifty of those kids decided to start coming to our youth ministry? What would you do? Would you pull your kids from the youth ministry? Would you think the Vineyard is just not what it used to be, and quietly slip out to the church down the street where you don’t have to wrestle through the same uncomfortable feelings? Does Jesus really desire for us to be an invitational people and love the poor?
Being an incarnational presence in the schools is just the first step. If you think the wooden seats in the auditorium are uncomfortable, just wait until we start making serious head-way into our mission. I’m not saying this to scare you, but I’m asking are you really willing to follow Jesus wherever he might lead?
Jesus loves the poor. He loves the least, the last, the lost, and the lonely. He has commissioned his church to do the same.
When we read about the New Testament church, we read about a group of people who continued to love those no one else was willing to love. One of the first things the early church did was minister to the poor. They organized a feeding ministry for widows and orphans in Jerusalem. God blessed this ministry by empowering the followers of Jesus to do many signs and wonders as they blessed the poor and marginalized. In the letters of Paul, we read of him encouraging the church to remember the poor. Paul writes a whole letter in the Bible on behalf of a slave. The early church was marked by a love for the poor. This love for the marginalized permeates the New Testament scriptures and is always a sign pointing to what Jesus will one day do all in all.
One of the ways the early church grew was due to their care for the marginalized. The Roman culture had a practice called exposure. When parents or a person had a baby that they did not want they would take the child and place it on the city walls so that the child would die of exposure. This was a very common practice in the ancient world. Christians, however, believed that every life was sacred, even the lives that nobody else wanted. The Christians would go to the city walls at night and rescue the exposed infants and raise them as their own. Many of these children became the backbone of the church as they grew.
In the name of Jesus, the church has championed the cause of the marginalized for two millennia. The first hospitals were started by the church to take care of the sick. The church built orphanages to care for children without parents. The church started public education so all might have the opportunity for a better life and people could read the Bible for themselves. The church has faced down infanticide twice in its history. The church abolished the slave trade once, and as it raises its ugly head again, it is the entity on the frontlines of modern abolition. I cannot even begin to list the difference the church has made in the lives of the least, the last, the lost, and the lonely over the last two thousand years. Why has this been part of the church’s historic witness to the world? It is because God loves the poor, Jesus loves the poor, and his church has loved the poor. These are all signs of the future Jesus is bringing. The question for us is are we willing to follow Jesus and love the poor as well?
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Value 2: Ministry to the Marginalized - Part 1
A couple of Christmases ago I was inconvenienced. Our house is the first house in our subdivision and sits on a busy street. Literally thousands of cars drive by our house everyday.
We had some real estate signs that we had made for our church to help people know where we were located. Then we got this brand new sign that was much more effective, so I brought the real estate signs home to my house. Since I lived on such a busy street, I decided to put one of these signs in my yard because it had our web address displayed so predominately. I thought, free advertising, people pay major bucks to have advertising access like this, so the signs sat proudly displayed in my front yard.
Chattanooga is home to a thousand churches. I mean that in the most literal sense. Christian researcher and analyst, George Barna has remarked that Chattanooga is the most churched city in the United States, and seeing that the U.S. is the most churched nation in the world, that means we must be close to the most churched city in the world.
I figure that is true because from time to time people would remark on how they thought our church met in our home because of the sign. I didn’t think much of it; I just hoped they’d check out the website.
All that changed one Christmas afternoon.
Life for a pastor’s family is pretty busy. We are constantly around people; hosting things, leading things, and that is especially true during the Christmas season. For a pastor it doesn’t let up until after the Christmas Eve service which our church hosted two of that year; one in the early evening and one at 11pm. That year the service itself ended at 12am. I was lucky to be home by 1am and then there was the putting together of presents. My day that year ended about 3:30am on Christmas morning. My kids were up just a little after 6am, but it was all good, because it was just us this particular Christmas; just the six of us. No one else was coming over. There was no set time for anything. It was just enjoy the day, and we were, until…
Right as I was getting ready to start dinner there was a knock at my door. It was a homeless woman. I wish I could tell you my heart was filled with Christmas love and cheer, but all I could think was, “No Lord, not today, not on Christmas!”. I asked what she wanted and she said she saw the sign in my yard. She figured we were either a church or that a pastor lived here, she asked which it was, I said pastor. She asked if she could come in. I said yes. We made her a glass of hot wassail and asked what she wanted.
She gave me about three different stories which is pretty common among people who are begging. The truth was somewhere on the edge of those three stories. She was trying to tell me anything that would touch on my heart so that I would allow her to stay. You’ve got to understand that lying to a pastor is kind of like lying to a cop. We’ve heard it all before and we are pretty good at tracing the misdemeanor to the felony. What it boiled down to was she was homeless and didn’t want to spend Christmas in a shelter. She had been walking in this area trying to find someone who’d let her have Christmas with them. She didn’t say that, but I knew what she was after.
I got my associate pastor on the phone because he was the one who dealt with all of our benevolence issues. I told him the story and asked what I should do and he laughed. He told me he’d find out what shelter was open and he’d give me a call back. So I went in to her and said my associate pastor was making some phone calls and was finding a shelter that could take her for the night. I could tell that she was not very pleased with that idea and she began to ask what we were going to have for Christmas dinner. I was thinking to myself nothing, because dealing with you is taking up to much time.
I looked over at my family, and it was funny how quickly the atmosphere had changed. What half an hour before had just been light hearted and completely stress free was now tense and uncertain. They didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to do. The only one who seemed happy with the current state of affairs was the homeless lady. About 15 minutes later my associate pastor gave me a call back with a shelter’s name and directions. I was relieved. I was ready for this to be someone else’s problem. I went in and told her we had found a shelter for her and that it was better equipped to take care of her needs. I said that there would be food there, a warm bed, and a place to get cleaned up. So I told her to come and get in the car and I would drive her to the shelter. She said O.K.
From the moment we got in the car she started telling me how horrible shelters were. She told me how she didn’t want to go, and by the time we are about three miles down the road she told me to let her out, she didn’t want to go to a shelter. I was tired of arguing with her so I said fine, and pulled over into a parking lot and let her out.
I began to drive back home thinking, “Well, I tried to do the right thing.” One of the things that can really stink about being a Pastor is you know the Bible really well, and the following passage of scripture popped right into my mind.
MT 25:31 The Judgment of the Nations
"When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on the throne of his glory. 32 All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats, 33 and he will put the sheep at his right hand and the goats at the left. 34 Then the king will say to those at his right hand, 'Come, you that are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world; 35 for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, 36 I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.' 37 Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food, or thirsty and gave you something to drink? 38 And when was it that we saw you a stranger and welcomed you, or naked and gave you clothing? 39 And when was it that we saw you sick or in prison and visited you?' 40 And the king will answer them, 'Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.' 41 Then he will say to those at his left hand, 'You that are accursed, depart from me into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels; 42 for I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not give me clothing, sick and in prison and you did not visit me.' 44 Then they also will answer, 'Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not take care of you?' 45 Then he will answer them, 'Truly I tell you, just as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.' 46 And these will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life."
God began to speak to me. He said, “I came to your house for Christmas dinner Jeff, and you turned me away.”
The condition of my heart was laid bare before me. I realized I talked a good talk but my action did not line up with what my heart professed to believe. I have come to believe that was one of my worst moments, one of those things that if I could step back and do differently I would. Can you imagine the teachable moment for my family if we had treated that lady like Jesus had come to visit us on Christmas? The impact and lesson that could have been driven into my kid’s hearts is unfathomable, instead they learned we shouldn’t be inconvenienced on Christmas.
When I got home I walked right over to that stinking sign in my front lawn, pulled it out of the ground, and threw it across my back yard. There was something wrong with my heart. My actions did not match up with my beliefs. I still feel sick to my stomach every time I think about it.
I think I’m not alone in this. My experience is that lots of people like to talk about how important it is for the church to have a heart for the least, the last, the lost, and the lonely, but very few people are willing to be inconvenienced to the point of actually doing something.
God has really done some work on me with this one. Compassionate ministry to the marginalized of society is not an option. It certainly is not an option according to scripture. If we are serious about following Jesus then developing a heart for the least, last, lost, and lonely that works itself out through practical consistent action is a must.
Over the next couple of days we are going to be looking at ministry to the marginalized. We will see how God has a heart for the forgotten in both the Old and New Testament. We are going to look at how serving the marginalized is a sign of the coming Kingdom, how the failure of our public systems is creating more and more marginalized people in Hamilton County, and what I believe God’s plan is to address these issues through the Vineyard Church. Those of us who faithfully commit to this will see God’s Kingdom come to earth in a very special way.
We had some real estate signs that we had made for our church to help people know where we were located. Then we got this brand new sign that was much more effective, so I brought the real estate signs home to my house. Since I lived on such a busy street, I decided to put one of these signs in my yard because it had our web address displayed so predominately. I thought, free advertising, people pay major bucks to have advertising access like this, so the signs sat proudly displayed in my front yard.
Chattanooga is home to a thousand churches. I mean that in the most literal sense. Christian researcher and analyst, George Barna has remarked that Chattanooga is the most churched city in the United States, and seeing that the U.S. is the most churched nation in the world, that means we must be close to the most churched city in the world.
I figure that is true because from time to time people would remark on how they thought our church met in our home because of the sign. I didn’t think much of it; I just hoped they’d check out the website.
All that changed one Christmas afternoon.
Life for a pastor’s family is pretty busy. We are constantly around people; hosting things, leading things, and that is especially true during the Christmas season. For a pastor it doesn’t let up until after the Christmas Eve service which our church hosted two of that year; one in the early evening and one at 11pm. That year the service itself ended at 12am. I was lucky to be home by 1am and then there was the putting together of presents. My day that year ended about 3:30am on Christmas morning. My kids were up just a little after 6am, but it was all good, because it was just us this particular Christmas; just the six of us. No one else was coming over. There was no set time for anything. It was just enjoy the day, and we were, until…
Right as I was getting ready to start dinner there was a knock at my door. It was a homeless woman. I wish I could tell you my heart was filled with Christmas love and cheer, but all I could think was, “No Lord, not today, not on Christmas!”. I asked what she wanted and she said she saw the sign in my yard. She figured we were either a church or that a pastor lived here, she asked which it was, I said pastor. She asked if she could come in. I said yes. We made her a glass of hot wassail and asked what she wanted.
She gave me about three different stories which is pretty common among people who are begging. The truth was somewhere on the edge of those three stories. She was trying to tell me anything that would touch on my heart so that I would allow her to stay. You’ve got to understand that lying to a pastor is kind of like lying to a cop. We’ve heard it all before and we are pretty good at tracing the misdemeanor to the felony. What it boiled down to was she was homeless and didn’t want to spend Christmas in a shelter. She had been walking in this area trying to find someone who’d let her have Christmas with them. She didn’t say that, but I knew what she was after.
I got my associate pastor on the phone because he was the one who dealt with all of our benevolence issues. I told him the story and asked what I should do and he laughed. He told me he’d find out what shelter was open and he’d give me a call back. So I went in to her and said my associate pastor was making some phone calls and was finding a shelter that could take her for the night. I could tell that she was not very pleased with that idea and she began to ask what we were going to have for Christmas dinner. I was thinking to myself nothing, because dealing with you is taking up to much time.
I looked over at my family, and it was funny how quickly the atmosphere had changed. What half an hour before had just been light hearted and completely stress free was now tense and uncertain. They didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to do. The only one who seemed happy with the current state of affairs was the homeless lady. About 15 minutes later my associate pastor gave me a call back with a shelter’s name and directions. I was relieved. I was ready for this to be someone else’s problem. I went in and told her we had found a shelter for her and that it was better equipped to take care of her needs. I said that there would be food there, a warm bed, and a place to get cleaned up. So I told her to come and get in the car and I would drive her to the shelter. She said O.K.
From the moment we got in the car she started telling me how horrible shelters were. She told me how she didn’t want to go, and by the time we are about three miles down the road she told me to let her out, she didn’t want to go to a shelter. I was tired of arguing with her so I said fine, and pulled over into a parking lot and let her out.
I began to drive back home thinking, “Well, I tried to do the right thing.” One of the things that can really stink about being a Pastor is you know the Bible really well, and the following passage of scripture popped right into my mind.
MT 25:31 The Judgment of the Nations
"When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on the throne of his glory. 32 All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats, 33 and he will put the sheep at his right hand and the goats at the left. 34 Then the king will say to those at his right hand, 'Come, you that are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world; 35 for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, 36 I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.' 37 Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food, or thirsty and gave you something to drink? 38 And when was it that we saw you a stranger and welcomed you, or naked and gave you clothing? 39 And when was it that we saw you sick or in prison and visited you?' 40 And the king will answer them, 'Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.' 41 Then he will say to those at his left hand, 'You that are accursed, depart from me into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels; 42 for I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not give me clothing, sick and in prison and you did not visit me.' 44 Then they also will answer, 'Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not take care of you?' 45 Then he will answer them, 'Truly I tell you, just as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.' 46 And these will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life."
God began to speak to me. He said, “I came to your house for Christmas dinner Jeff, and you turned me away.”
The condition of my heart was laid bare before me. I realized I talked a good talk but my action did not line up with what my heart professed to believe. I have come to believe that was one of my worst moments, one of those things that if I could step back and do differently I would. Can you imagine the teachable moment for my family if we had treated that lady like Jesus had come to visit us on Christmas? The impact and lesson that could have been driven into my kid’s hearts is unfathomable, instead they learned we shouldn’t be inconvenienced on Christmas.
When I got home I walked right over to that stinking sign in my front lawn, pulled it out of the ground, and threw it across my back yard. There was something wrong with my heart. My actions did not match up with my beliefs. I still feel sick to my stomach every time I think about it.
I think I’m not alone in this. My experience is that lots of people like to talk about how important it is for the church to have a heart for the least, the last, the lost, and the lonely, but very few people are willing to be inconvenienced to the point of actually doing something.
God has really done some work on me with this one. Compassionate ministry to the marginalized of society is not an option. It certainly is not an option according to scripture. If we are serious about following Jesus then developing a heart for the least, last, lost, and lonely that works itself out through practical consistent action is a must.
Over the next couple of days we are going to be looking at ministry to the marginalized. We will see how God has a heart for the forgotten in both the Old and New Testament. We are going to look at how serving the marginalized is a sign of the coming Kingdom, how the failure of our public systems is creating more and more marginalized people in Hamilton County, and what I believe God’s plan is to address these issues through the Vineyard Church. Those of us who faithfully commit to this will see God’s Kingdom come to earth in a very special way.
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