Follow as we make our way through the book "The Irresistible Revolution" by Shane Claiborne.
Chapter 3: In Search of a Christian
Once, a colleague of mine said to me, “I am not a Christian anymore. I gave it up in order to follow Jesus.” From my desk at college, it looked like some time back we had stopped living Christianity and just started studying it. The words of Soren Kierkegaard resonated in my thirsty soul: “The Bible is easy to understand. But we Christians are a bunch of scheming swindlers. We pretend to be unable to understand it because we know very well that the minute we understand, we are obliged to act accordingly . . . Christian scholarship is the Church's prodigious invention to defend itself against the Bible, to ensure that we can continue to be good Christians without the Bible coming too close . . .”
So, I went looking for a Christian. My quest led me to write Mother Teresa a letter. When I didn't hear from her in a couple of weeks, I got a hold of a “Superior Nun” in the Bronx and she graciously gave me the phone number, which I called at 2 a.m. at four dollars a minute. She answered and told me to come.
When we got there, we realized we weren't crazy. There were ordinary radicals from all over the world that had come there to join the work and try to figure out how to love better. There were missional evangelicals, curious athiests, simple pilgrims, and wild revolutionaries. One guy was a wealthy businessman in Germany, but he said he read the gospel and it “messed everything up.” He read where Jesus commands the disciples to sell everything they have and give it to the poor (Luke 12:33), and he actually did it. I had finally met a Christian.
The goal of the Home for the Destitute and Dying was not to keep people alive. It was to love them. This place showed me that life is more powerful than death, that light can pierce the darkness. As I looked into the eyes of the dying, I felt like I was meeting God. The reality that God's Spirit dwells in each of us began to sink in. I began to see the Body of Christ, not in some figurative sense, but the flesh and blood of Jesus alive in the world through the Holy Spirit – God's hands, feet, ears. Was it possible that I was becoming a Christian?
I spent the last couple of weeks in India in the leper colony. Oftentimes lepers don't even know the words “thank you” because they have never needed to say them. But this was 150 families that cared for one another and taught one another “thank you.” They also managed to become self-sustainable; growing their own vegetables and animals, as well as making their own shoes, clothes and many other things. I saw Jesus in these people more than the stained-glass window my United Methodist church bought for over $100,000.
One of the verses that has always given me trouble is John 14:12: “Very truly I tell you, all who have faith will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father.” I don't know about you, but I haven't raised anyone from the dead, turned water into wine, or healed lepers. But, I soon discovered that the “greater things” were not just miracles, but expressions of love. Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead, but Lazarus died again. He healed the sick, but they got sick again. He fed the five thousand, but they got hungry again. But His love lasts forever. And now it is inside of us. We shall do even greater things because the love that lived in the radical Christ now lives within millions of ordinary radicals all over the planet.
The idea of the Kingdom of God was foreign to me in the materialism of my land. But this was like what I saw in the early church: a people on the margins giving birth to another way of living, a new community marked by interdependence and sacrificial love. They had not chosen to live in “intentional community.” Their survival demanded community. No wonder Jesus said, “Blessed are the poor, for theirs is the Kingdom of God.”
I had found a Christian in Calcutta. I was now ready to come home because I knew my Calcutta was the United States. Leprosy is a disease of numbness. It occurred to me that I was returning to a land of lepers, a land of people who had forgotten how to feel, to laugh, to cry; a land haunted by numbness.
Sign up for the 2nd man united e-mail newsletter in the left sidebar at www.2ndmanunited.com to get e-mail updates and receive a free MP3 download. To receive all of 2nd man united's music and podcast MP3s, become a partner for $1/mo, less than the price of CD per year!
Recent Comments