Thursday, March 26, 2009

What’s all this about BLOOD?

When I read the Gospel accounts of the crucifixion of Jesus, including the scourging and mocking, I am struck by their brevity. Matthew devotes just 24 of the 1,071 verses of his Gospel to the scene, just 2.25% of his entire book. Mark covers it all in just 22 verses, or 3.25% of 678. Luke uses just 21 of his 1,150 verses, or 1.8%. And John, who is generally considered the most theological of the Gospel writers, is briefest of all, limiting the scene to just 14 of 879 verses, 1.6%. Not to suggest that the crucifixion is unimportant to the Gospels; it’s the central event in all four. But they don’t dwell on the specifics of the suffering of Jesus.


The first disciples had seen many crucifixions and were keenly aware of Jesus’ suffering, but it was not central to their interpretation of the event, which they understood in terms of the Old Testament sacrificial system. They saw Jesus as a new Passover Lamb, the blood of which had marked the homes of the Hebrews in Egypt so the Angel of Death would pass over them and spare their lives. (Exodus 12:13) And his shed blood was like that of the sacrificial animals, which was sprinkled upon the people who were seen as dead in trespasses and sin (Hebrews 9:13-14). In both cases blood is symbolic of life, and that life is being given by God to his people.


Now, the Old Testament sacrifices were often misinterpreted as something the people were doing for God, as though they could bring him food to make up for their sins. Psalm 50 specifically addresses this confusion:

If I were hungry I would not tell you, for the world is mine, and all that is in it.

Do I eat the flesh of bulls or drink the blood of goats?

Sacrifice thank offerings to God, fulfill your vows to the Most High,

and call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you...." (Ps. 50:12-15)

And the cross of the New Testament is often misinterpreted in much the same way, as though God were in need of a victim to suffer in our place; a death to substitute for our death.


But the sacrifices of the Old Testament, and the cross of the New, are about God replacing our death with his life. The life is in the blood, and this is why we sing of “power in the blood” and of being “washed in the blood”. And it’s why we receive the wine at communion with the words, “Take and drink of it all of you; this is my blood”. If we simply substitute the word “life” for “blood” it all becomes much clearer and, incidentally, less gross. Perhaps the following illustration will be helpful.


Many years ago my eldest brother, Rick, was diagnosed with leukemia and told his only hope was a bone marrow transplant. Tim, the second youngest in the family, was found to have compatible marrow so they prepared for the procedure. Over a period of a few days Rick’s marrow was attacked with chemicals and radiation and completely destroyed. Bone marrow is essential for the production of blood and since, as we all know, the life is in the blood, at this point Rick was essentially a dead man. But Tim’s marrow was injected into Rick’s body, took up residence within his bones, and began to produce blood; Tim’s blood, in Rick. Rick lived another eleven years before cancer eventually took him, but during this time he sometimes paraphrased Paul’s words, “I died: nevertheless I live, yet not I, but [Tim] lives in me.” (Galatians 2:20)


In Christ, upon the cross, God poured out his blood (life) for us, that we who were dead in sin might live. We receive his life, in place of our death, much as my brother received Tim’s life-giving bone marrow in place of his own dead marrow. When we receive Christ we die, and yet still live, but it’s no longer us who live; Christ lives in us.


Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature...and put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator. (Colossians 3:5,10)



Monday, March 23, 2009

Singing Praise

This morning I watched a DVD of my mom’s memorial. Mom had eight children, one has passed away, and of the remaining seven, five spoke at the service. Of the five who spoke, four sang, and all shared about their love for her, and the boundless, unconditional love she had for them, for all of us, for everyone. Her steadfast love and mercy were astounding. But, as we shared and sang, some made reference to a few occasions when my mother’s love was not all together pleasant; for example, being taken to a neighbour to confess a misdemeanour and seek forgiveness, or the gift she had for stirring up repentance with a wooden spoon.


It occurred to me that there may have been some in that congregation who were shocked to hear these things about the tender, gentle soul they thought they knew. Perhaps, on hearing of this “shaming” and “abuse”, some imagined that they’d caught a glimpse of something hateful, or hurtful, in this, otherwise, so saintly woman. Mom had her faults, of course, but none of us who knew her best would number shaming and abuse among them. Wooden spoons and forced confessions notwithstanding, any who want to know who my mother really was, need only listen to her children speak and sing her praise.


On March 19th I posted some comments about these “THERE’S PROBABLY NO GOD. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life.” ads that have been appearing on buses lately. And I mentioned that I find it odd that Richard Dawkins and his friends assume that people who believe in God are worried about it. But, on reflection, I find it more than odd; I find it sad and troubling. Sad because God is Love, and O, so not to be worried about! And troubling because I am concerned that something his children have said about the "Fear of the Lord" (the “scary” side of his love) might have been misunderstood.


I’d like to say something to the sponsors of these ads, and to anyone out there who is “worried” that God might exist. But what can I say? Far better to just lay my arm across your shoulders and encourage you all to come with me to some of the places I know where you can hear his children sing his praise. Just click on the song titles below.


I love these songs, and hope these brothers and sisters of mine will sound just great to you. But, even if you think they sound just awful, they certainly will not sound worried.


EVERLASTING GOD

Written by Brenton Brown

Sung by Chris Tomlin


I CAN ONLY IMAGINE

Written by Bart Millard

Performed by Mercy Me


HOSANNA

Performed by Hillsong United