Therefore go and make disciples of all nations,baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you.
I’ve been thinking about this passage a bit recently. It is used a lot. A verse that describes the mission brief that Jesus left first for those who had followed him and then on to each generation.
And it is a crazy thing to be asked to do. Therefore go. Go. Go away from this holy land that your ancestors took so long getting to and building. Go. Leave the land you have been promised. Go away from the temple where your God lives. Go from your homes, from your families. Go.
And make disciples of all nations. No longer is this message just for one nation. Go to all nations and all people.Leave not only the place where you are comfortable but also leave the culture you are comfortable with. Go to all nations. You have been blessed to be a blessing.
There are then stories about how the disciples went about carrying out this command. They sold everything they owned and shared everything. They practiced equality among people from different backgrounds. They equipped and sent out missionaries. They took opportunities that they were given to share the gospel with everyone they came across. They spoke to leaders, they spoke to groups of women meeting at the river, they met in the homes of the wealthy, they sang praises in jail.
They changed. They adapted. They moved.
They disagreed and held meetings to seek God’s will in new situations – decisions about big changes to things they had held onto as solid parts of their faith such as circumcision. And then they left it behind.
And then I think about this generation, about me. Sometimes we think about where it is we have to go but sometimes I think where do I need to go from? What do I need to go away from? What is it that I hold dear? Can people still be disciples if they don’t believe or do something I feel is important? Can I change? Can I adapt?
If I went to my parents now and told them that I was gay (I wouldn’t do it here because my dad reads this blog and finding out in a blog would be a pretty sucky way of finding out) I am certain they wouldn’t throw me out of the house, they wouldn’t disown me, they wouldn’t ignore me. I know this because they’re my parents and they love me and they support me. I’m sure that I haven’t turned into the person they thought I was going to be when I was born and they don’t love me in spite of this, they love me because of this.
I don’t understand parents who claim to be loving while turning their backs on one of their children because of something so insignificant. You can believe that sexuality is chosen if you want to ( I’d think you were wrong but you can believe it) but then many other things in life are chosen.. Career choices, where to live, to go out on Friday nights and get drunk or eating left over curry for breakfast.
And I suppose there are parents who would abandon their children due to their career choices but those parents will have missed the point.
It is sad when parents turn their backs and it is terrible when people claim that a loving God would turn his back, a God we call father. God is our creator and our sustainer. He is love to everyone and the idea that would abandon his children is slander to his nature.
Jesus came to give homes to the homeless not to create homelessness. He came to set the prisoners free not to create more. He came to the orphans not to create more.
I feel like Picard when Q invades the ships
Like Janeway trying to follow the Prime Directive while stuck in the Delta Quadrant
Like resistance is futile and there is only the struggle to stabilise the Omega Particle
There are times when each day seems like a constant assimilation mission
All people care about is the Rules of Acquisition
Sometimes its like being in the Mirror Universe
A search for Species 8472 only to find that fluidity space is more difficult to navigate than first expected
Sometimes life is like trying to follow the temporal time directive when all you want to do is save the world from tribbles.
Recently I went on a speed awareness course. Most of it was very dull, however, what was interesting is that statistically people are less likely to speed near to a school. This is due to the perceived risk of children being unpredictable. People are more likely to have an accident close to home. This is due to the perceived lack of risk on familiar roads which allows your concentration to drift.
Familiarity is a dangerous thing. Sometimes things need to be shaken up so that we actually see the things that we have taken for granted, the things that have been lost in translation, the things that may jump out at us and destroy everything that was once so comfortable and easy.
Here in the Rubik Cube, we had get adapt to a new way of existing because everything we had known before no longer existed. The rules that were familiar had led us to into dangerous territory and we had not spotted the problems until it was too late to fix it. But without the rules life was scary and unpredictable.
We like certainty and predictability and we try to create it even where there is none but sometimes trying to force it blinds us to the problems we create alongside it.
Often, in an attempt to keep things predictable we create problems for people who do not fit into the ways we have created. In the social model of disability, people are impaired, not by their own disability but by a society which refuses to enable them. People are made blind if society does not allow them to wear glasses.
Next time something is comfortable or safe, perhaps it is time to think who is being discomforted or disabled for my comfort? Next time something is uncomfortable, perhaps it is time to think who is being comforted or enabled in this environment?