Messiah Idol

So the disciples said to one another, “Has anyone brought him something to eat?” Jn 4:33
In Your Name, Jesus. Guide and inspire me, Holy Spirit, that I may pray as I ought.

I am right in there with the disciples, wondering who gave Him other food we do not know about! The Chuzpah! The idea! The brashness!

I, like the disciples, want to control You, Jesus, to know precisely what You are doing, to whom You are talking, what Your plans are, where You are going. Yet You are always doing things I don’t expect, talking to people I think You shouldn’t talk to, directing things differently from what I anticipated, wandering off the check on the street beggar, the dying derelict, the wounded felon. What kind of Messiah are You?

I find it much easier to conjure up in my mind the image of the Messiah I would have You be than to accept You as You are…Imagine, someone else bringing You something to eat. Unlike the oft heard phrase: “Not my job,” taking care of my idol Messiah IS my job. At least I want to think it is. That way I can determine what You want me to do, whom I should serve, what is right and what is wrong. You, in You idol form, are a very handy validator of my personal plan of salvation. So, it varies a bit from the one in the Bible.

Mine’s better! I can understand it, control it, foresee its ending. Can I do that with Yours? No. Yours reminds me constantly of You and Peter on the Sea, except I’m Peter and sinking fast. Even when I am walking, I can’t see a thing…Just You, there beside me…no end in sight, the wind and the waves crashing about my feet…is that any way to live a life? I don’t even know where we are or where we are going!

As I said, mine’s better…with a nice tidy beginning, middle and end! None of these excursions into the unknown or intrusions from God knows who.

No more alone time, we guard him night and day. Otherwise He just might go off and provoke those jerks in Jerusalem! And then where would we be! Back to square one with no Messiah Idol!

No more outside bread, got it! Amen. Alleluia!!!


Why The Subterfuge?

Then one of them, named Cleopas, answered him. Lk 24:18
Thank you, Luke, for doing your homework, for conducting interviews with extant witnesses, for weaving their eyewitness accounts into your Gospel under the influence and inspiration of the Holy Spirit. We, your 21st cent. Theophili, are truly thankful for your and the Spirit’s handiwork. His inspiration flows from it to us today.

Jesus, you are the consummate psychologist, the paradigm of teachers. You knew that if you had revealed yourself to Cleopas and his companion immediately, you would have lost the opportunity to show from Moses and the prophets why you had to suffer and die, that this was part of the Trinity’s plan from the beginning, in order to show by imitation of the Heavenly Processions the true way of the earthly one, humble, submissive to the Father in love, obedient to the Father in love. The exaltation of seeing you alive would have overwhelmed their minds and your exegesis, your teaching, would not have been able to be explicated so that they would remember and relate it to others. In their sadness, they were receptive to any explanation concerning their “prophet mighty in deed and word…the one who would redeem Israel.” Thus, as you explained each text, one after one, the love of the Lord was again enkindled in their hearts from the dying embers of their grief. You, indeed, did not quench the dying embers but fed them and encouraged them, en-couraged, gave them heart. Find us today, walk with us, enlighten us, show us your way, your truth and your life, so that my heart and the hearts of all who need and follow you will be burning within me. Amen, You are Risen!!! Alleluia!!!