Beth graduated high school, and enrolled in a Christian college. There she continued to learn about her faith, and how to put into practice the things her family and church had taught her. During her freshman year, she came home for Christmas break, and then again at spring break. As evening approached the first night of spring break, her mother asked her to help with dinner. When Beth opened the refrigerator to get the things her mother needed, she saw a picture of a woman in a bathing suit on the top shelf. She held it up. “What’s this?” she asked her mother.
Symbols of Sacrifice
On the Sunday mornings of Lent this year, we will be looking at some of the "Symbols of Sacrifice" spoken about in Matthew 27:11-43. Each week, we will look at a different symbol to see what it might say to us about the way to God, and how we are to live as Christians and members of the Body of Christ.
One morning Tom put on a suit and tie, and set out on a business trip. To reach his destination, he had to drive across the desert. Three hours into the journey, his car died. After looking under the hood, but not seeing what was wrong, Tom sat down to wait for help. After hours went by with no help arriving, he decided to walk to the next town. He took off his coat and tie, put them in the car, and set out. An hour later, he began to regret that decision. The sun was now directly overhead. With each passing minute, it was growing hotter, and he was getting thirstier. An hour after that his mouth had become as dry as cotton.
Two farmers who were riding their horses to town one day. As they rode along, one farmer criticized the other farmer, saying he had a habit of interrupting people when they were speaking. “I do not,” the second farmer objected. “You do,” the first farmer said, “in fact, in all the years I’ve known you, we haven’t had a single conversation where you didn’t interrupt yourself at least once.” “That’s ridiculous!” the second farmer said. “I’ll prove it,” the first farmer said, “I bet you can’t say the Lord’s Prayer without interrupting yourself.” “It’s a bet,” the second farmer said, “What do I get if I win?” “My horse,” the first farmer said. So the second farmer closed his eyes, bowed his head, and began to pray “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, Thy will be done. . .” He then paused, and asked “Do I get the saddle too?”
A Danish theologian named Soren Keirkegaard wrote a story about a prince who was searching for a bride. One day, he saw a beautiful peasant woman. In the days that followed, he went out of his way to pass by her home to catch glimpses of her. Eventually, he fell in love. But he had a problem. He could order her to marry him. But he wanted her to say yes because she loved him, not out of coercion. He could go to her in royal attire, in a golden carriage, drawn by six horses. But then he would never know if she truly loved him, or was just overwhelmed by his wealth. Then, he came upon an idea. With his father’s permission, he stripped off his royal robes, put on the garb of a commoner, and moved into her village. He lived like everyone else. He did menial work. And he created opportunities to interact with the woman. Over time, they became friends. They shared interests, and talked about life. Eventually, the woman came to love the prince as much as he loved her, and they were married.
“I saw him in church for the first time,” wrote an author. His new suit complimented his neatly combed hair. I had invited him to church many times. But he was never interested. Not that he was a bad man. He was highly respected in town. He was honest. He was generous. But he wasn’t interested in Christianity. Once, when a special service was coming up, I asked him to come. When he turned me down yet again, I asked him why he would not accept my invitation. With the pain still showing in his eyes, he told me about an experience 70 years earlier.