“Woe to you experts in the law, because you have taken away the key to knowledge. You yourselves have not entered, and you have hindered those who were entering.” Luke 11:52
The key to knowledge.
Knowledge of the bible, knowledge of the church, knowledge of the head – what knowledge?
You yourselves have not entered, and you have hindered those who were entering.
The phrase “but I have only been a Christian for a few years year” springs to mind. The phrase “but I should know the bible better”. The phrase “you should go to church each Sunday”. The phrase “the church” – “the faith” – “I am a Christian” – “the Lost World” – “I am saved – hallelujah”. The phrase “we are not worthy”.
All those phrases that we have all grown up with and still hear. All those phrases we accept as the truth. All of those phases not from lawyers and not from Pharisees. All those phrases we write on our own hearts. That we share with each other.
The key to knowledge.
The key to a door we keep locked. The door to a relationship. A living, loving, dynamic, authentic, gut-wrenchingly honest relationship.
Our relationship with our Father and each other.
I have stopped doing the “key thing and locked door” to myself most of the time. And I have found a back-slapping God Soft Hands Jesus. A real living Lord who I know indwells. Who I love indwelling. Who tells me that its okay to “not know the bible” as well as others. Who smiles when I feel guilty about not sitting in a pew each Sunday. Who takes a keen interest in my fellowship – in how I respond to others, how I speak with others, in what I say and hear and share with others. Who cares about the details in my life.
And a Lord who lifts one verse out of this morning’s reading: Luke 11:47-54 – just one verse! And sings, and weaves, and cuts through all my internal chatter. My Father who loves to fellowship with me.
The key to knowledge? We can all be our own “lawyers and Pharisees”. It’s that old “splinter and log” thing again.
For me it always comes back to Him. All I have to do is allow Him to remind me of my own keyring. My own locked doors.
Because they don’t just “hinder those who were entering” …they hinder me.
And THAT hinders Him.