Today’s Scripture Reading (April 26,
2014): Ezekiel 3
I recently read an article written by
Brian McLaren with regard to our responsibility to creation. McLaren starts off
the article by describing where he is. “RIGHT NOW, I'M
thigh-deep in muck. Clad in hip waders, I'm slogging through a spring-fed bog
in northern Maryland. I'm surrounded by tussock sedge, alder, jewelweed, skunk
cabbage, and swamp rose. And I'm having a great time.” McLaren,
for a couple of days every year for the past number of years has been part of a
volunteer team that studies and tries to protect the North American Bog Turtle –
the rarest of Turtles in our part of the world. But as he tells his story about
his search for the turtle, he also begins to describe his own disappointment in
a Christian Church which does not seem to care about the protection of the
ecology of our world. In fact, he openly points to Christians as part of the problem.
And, unfortunately, he is right. We have become enamored with an escapist
theology that preaches that this world will one day be thrown on to the trash
pile and we will simply escape to somewhere else. Yet, in Genesis 1 God looked
at creation and called it good – and in the end he called it very good. Why
would he want to throw all of it away when time has been completed?
Baby Bog Turtle |
Yet, it might be the most important part of our
mission. When I first became a Pastor, one of the earliest pieces of advice
that I received (this came from a retired Pastor and Missionary) was that now I
would dedicate my life to things that I did not want to do. My days were now to
be spent on things that I was not gifted for rather than the things for which I
possessed a talent. This was the life of a Pastor. It was like he was saying that
God had gifted me, he had given me a set of talents and passions and had helped
me to develop them; all so that one day I could become a pastor and throw all
of the gifts that he had given to me away. My gifts become just a part of the
disposable creation of God.
For me, this
is the passion of this passage. God speaks to Ezekiel and says, I am not
sending you to speak to a foreign people. I am not calling you to be a Jonah
and to travel to speak to the foreigners at Ninevah, I am sending you to your
own people – the ones who speak that same language that you do. And not only am
I sending you to them, but I also know that you have a passion for them. I am
the author of that passion and now I want you to use your passion for them as
you give them the message I am giving to you.
To be
honest, Ezekiel is a strange book filled with strange images. But part of that arises
from the passions of Ezekiel – passions that God was able to use because
Ezekiel was willing to submit them to him. We all have passions, but sometimes
we refuse to see them as mission opportunities. McLaren as he searches for Bog
Turtles in Maryland is every bit as much of a missionary as someone who chases
all over Africa in search of the heathen (Maybe more, but I might be pushing
it.) I am thankful for the passions that God has given to each one of us.
Passions for people and things – even a passion for this world that God created.
Because I have a sneaking suspicion that the earth is part of our mission, and
when the end comes that earth will be restored and not destroyed. God’s message
to each of us is that when we are chasing our passions (even our passion for
turtles) we are chasing after him. And that is precisely where we want to be.
Tomorrow’s Scripture Reading: Ezekiel
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