Show me how much you love me.
A favourite theme from the cinematic genre that (I believe) is called “chick-flick” – or “rom-com”: if you truly do love me – then show me how much.
Usually this involves a tortuous separation, a living without, seeking solace with the “wrong partner”, and then – finally – seeing the error of their ways and the tear-jerking finale where they live happily ever after. Gets me every time!
The verses today reminded me of that popular theme:
As the crowd swelled, he took a fresh tack: “The mood of this age is all wrong. Everybody’s looking for proof, but you’re looking for the wrong kind. All you’re looking for is something to titillate your curiosity, satisfy your lust for miracles. But the only proof you’re going to get is the Jonah-proof given to the Ninevites, which looks like no proof at all. What Jonah was to Nineveh, the Son of Man is to this age. On Judgment Day the Ninevites will stand up and give evidence that will condemn this generation, because when Jonah preached to them they changed their lives. A far greater preacher than Jonah is here, and you squabble about ‘proofs.’ On Judgment Day the Queen of Sheba will come forward and bring evidence that condemns this generation, because she traveled from a far corner of the earth to listen to wise Solomon. Wisdom far greater than Solomon’s is right in front of you, and you quibble over ‘evidence.’” Luke 11:29-32 The Message
What a phrase! The reluctant messenger. “Go and do this for me, Jonah.” And he sets off in the opposite direction. One fishy reflux later and Jonah is still complaining. And finally after delivering a reluctant message – Jonah is seriously miffed when righteous death and destruction is not the outcome.
A far cry from “Jesus-proof” – all that healing, all those miracles, all that life over death. You know where you are with the Son of Man! You have good reason to drop your nets and become a Fisher of Men.
Not a single miracle in sight. Not a solitary healing. Just words. Just “God says”. And yet – that was enough.
“Show me how much you love me.”
Always – always – it happens when “they” say nothing at all. Not the miracles. Not the healings. Nothing dramatic like that.
Love doesn’t need a floorshow.
So why do we need GSHJ to be our drama queen? And have we got that the wrong way round as well?