“This Christmas season, when custom, tradition and God come into conflict, which will we choose?”
Don Merritt asked a thinker of a question in: “Human Custom, Tradition and God’s Promises” Please read Don’s post if you haven’t already – or else the words here might not make a lot of sense.
Custom: what others endorse
Tradition: what I endorse
God’s promises: what God (and custom and tradition) endorses
I wonder why we still need “endorsement”.
I wonder why we default to a comfort blanket of biblically endorsed self-approval.
Does God say what I want to do is ok? Does God say what I think is wrong is wrong?
Custom: others say it is ok (or not)
Tradition: I say it is ok (or not)
God’s promises: God says it is ok (or not)
I wonder why we still need to know it is “ok” (or not)
And I wonder how deep that really goes even today.
Because I think custom, tradition and God would all agree: the bible says whatever I want it to say … the bible endorses anything I want it to endorse. Every religion and faith suffers schisms because that is true of all sacred texts. So I think that we have to live rather than just follow – I think we have to explore rather than just map-read (and argue over) the wide roads –
I think I have to become rather than just be.
Becoming is movement. Being is static. And if I am only one or the other – I am neither.
Jesus said, “Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30
We are halfway through the annual pilgrimage to that stable.
But I have never looked at a baby and said to him/her out aloud or even under my breath: “Thank you for being born.” I have never looked at one baby and ever thought: “Thank you for saving your parents.”
But I have looked in awe, touched in wonder, cuddled and rocked timelessly, breathed in that sweet smell of new life, looked deep into eyes that don’t yet see me. I have been swallowed up in love. I have looked at the parents and had no words – too much love for words – only a hug, a kiss, a smile, a look, a touch …
“I am gentle and humble in heart” Is not a yes/no comfort blanket it changes as my heart changes. “I will give you rest” Is different “rest” for each of us – that changes as we each change. “My yoke is easy and my burden is light” is unique to each of us – that changes as we each change.
This Christmas I will live where I am right now with God Soft Hands Jesus who lives with me wherever I am right now. A friend who loves without condition.
And if I am busy reading a map … looking for yes/no answers … busy “being” rather than becoming …
How can I ever find all there is to find –
How ever become all I can be?
Thanks Don, and Merry Christmas!