(…remember those
jackets?)
I was in 5th
grade (’84 & ’85) when those “Members Only” jackets were so cool. They didn’t
last very long (as I recall, that fad was quickly replaced by denim jean jackets). For
a lowly 5th grader the “members only” tag on the chest gave one a feeling of elite exclusivity (which was totally
absurd, of course, since millions of people were wearing them). What it really
meant was: “I want to be accepted; I want you to like me, admire me, treat me like I’m important and valuable, etc.”
Personally –
I was never ‘cool’ in elementary school (and did little better at achieving that status in high school or college). To begin with, I had red hair (only red-heads understand this). I
had nice clothes, but not the latest fads. As a 5th grader, I didn’t
go to the theatre, watch TV, attend popular concerts or do any of the rest of the things that I thought all of the “normal”
kids around me were so familiar with. I had no four wheeler, no Nintendo, to
tan and no idea what the lyrics were to the current country or rock songs: I was disconnected.
I wasn’t necessarily an outcast, it was just that I was just on the fringes.
I was the son of a Fundamental, separated Baptist preacher (somewhat rare), so I thought I had to be twice as rebellious
as everyone else just to fit in. Needless to say, I spent a tremendous amount
of time in the principal’s office that year. Despite my valiant effort, this
produced minimal gains for me socially among my peers.
Through the mild
harassment that I got for being different, I learned to be something of a maverick.
I knew that I would never be allowed to fully adapt to the “worldly ways” of my schoolmates. Not only that, but also I got saved during the summer after 5th grade, so I actually cared (a
little) less about being ‘cool’ than I had previously. Or, maybe it was actually
just that I was less willing to fight for acceptance at any cost after
becoming a Christian (we all want acceptance, naturally, whether we are saved or not).
One day, I remember
telling a chum in 6th grade that I didn’t want to see the picture of a topless African woman that he was trying
to show me (in the National Geographic magazine from the library in our Christian School).
Now, I would not have dared to turn him down in 5th grade.
Something had changed in me. There was a new and unique desire to do right
and be right, a desire that I did not have (or that at least I did not succeed in satisfying) prior to my conversion.
Then, there was
another epiphanous realization that I experienced in 7th grade. Having
been saturated with biblical preaching and teaching for 12 years, I had a fairly good handle on spiritual and doctrinal “information”
compared to most of my fellow schoolmates (or, maybe I was just more willing to answer questions that other kids). One night in a church youth group meeting, I answered some questions that apparently no one else in the
room knew the answers to (except the youth pastor, of course). I will never forget
how I basked in the “adoring” comments that I got afterward from one particular girl inquiring as to how I knew so much about
the Bible. Unfortunately, for a very carnal and selfish reason I began using
the tools that I had to get the attention that I craved.
A few years later
I realized that I could gain attention, respect, admiration and status through sports as well, so I began to pour my energies
into that hole. To me, at least I got the attention and admiration that I wanted
on the basketball court. It didn’t make me cool, but I was accepted to some degree
anyway. I still didn’t fit in and I knew it.
So, I made the most of it. I tried creating my own place.
I can remember
(with some humor) how I developed some eccentric habits that would make me stand out.
I didn’t realize then why I was doing it – but now I do. I was the only
player on the team with a flat top hair cut (not cool in the early 90’s). I was
the only player who used a mouthpiece “for safety.” I was the only player who
wore an overcoat to away games. I was the only player who wore cowboy boots (not
to play in). I was the only player in my little school to play in Converse sneakers
when Nike Air Jordan basketball shoes were in vogue.
In addition to
all of this, I discovered that an air of aloofness, bordering on a hermit like independence, provided a measure of mysterious
security for me to recede into safely whenever I needed to feel like I was in control of my life.
All of this ridiculous
hullabaloo was, of course, indications of a horribly egocentric and self-absorbed view of life. I felt like I couldn’t really belong in anyone’s group – so, I became a group of one… allowing others in
only from time to time according to their interests and my convenience. What
a ridiculous way to live: cordial to everyone, yet distant and detached in my own way even from close acquaintances and family
members.
Now, today I’m
immensely grateful that God took me on the path that He did. I know how sheltered
and blessed I was. Wonderful parents, wonderful education, wonderful leaders,
wonderful role models (mostly) and less negative peer pressure than most kids experience.
But – no man
is an island. John Donne wrote, “No man is an island, entire of itself; every
man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main…” I am a member of a family,
a member of a race, a member of a community, a member of society and (most importantly) a member of the body and bride of
Jesus Christ. Each of us must learn to look past ourselves. We must learn to study those who are seen through our windows just as we study the one we see in the mirror.
There are two
12th chapters in the NT that speak powerfully to this issue: Romans 12 and First Corinthians 12.
Romans 12, verse
3 and following: “I say to every man that is among
you, not to think of himself (we could stop there and learn much)… not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think… For
as we have many members in one body, and all members have not the same office: so we, being many, are one body in Christ,
and every one members one of another. Having then gifts differing according to
the grace that is given to us… let love be without hypocrisy. Be kindly affectionate
one to another with brotherly love; in honor preferring one another; rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing
instant in prayer… Bless them which persecute you: bless, and curse not. Be of the same mind one toward another. Recompense
to no man evil for evil. If it be possible, as much as lies in you, live peaceably
with all men. Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, ‘Vengeance is mine; I will repay,’ says the Lord. Therefore if your enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink... Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.”
First Corinthians
12, verse 12 and following: “As the body is one,
and hath many members, and all the members of that one body, being many, are one body: so also is Christ. For the body is not one member, but many. If the foot shall
say, ‘Because I am not the hand, I am not
of the body;’ is it therefore not of the
body? And if the ear shall say, ‘Because I am not the eye, I am not of the body;’ is it therefore not of the body? If the whole
body were an eye, where were the hearing? If the whole were hearing, where were the smelling?
But now God has set the members every one of them in the body, as it has pleased Him.
And if they were all one member, where were the body? But now they are
many members, yet but one body. And the eye cannot say unto the hand, ‘I have no need of thee:’ nor again the head to the feet, ‘I have no need of you.’ Nay, much more those members of the body, which seem to be more feeble,
are necessary: and those members of the body, which we think to be less honorable, upon these we bestow more abundant honor;
and our uncomely parts have more abundant comeliness. For our comely parts have
no need: but God hath tempered the body together, having given more abundant honor to that part which lacked: that there should
be no schism in the body; but that the members should have the same care one for another.
And whether one member suffer, all the members suffer with it; or one member be honored, all the members rejoice with
it. Now ye are the body of Christ, and members in particular.”
Being a member
of the body of Christ is a huge privilege, but it is also a terrific responsibility.
Paul told us in Romans that we are to prefer one another. How do we do
this? Let me illustrate. If my wife
asks me to get out of bed to deal with some “mysterious and fearful sound in the night” – I’m supposed to be more concerned
(at least in practice) with her nerves than I am with my lazy bohonkus. Regardless
of how hesitant I am to climb out of the waterbed to go check on phantom noises – I’m to do so. Why? Because we are both members of the same family
and (according to my experience) that particular night-time job has been eternally assigned to the man of the house. Now I don’t like weird noises at night any more than the most trepid female on the
planet, but then, I don’t have anyone I can pass the buck to – so, I grab my shotgun and go check out the creaks and groans. The welfare and sanity of the whole family takes precedent over the horizontal relaxation
of my overstuffed body. Amen?
In the Christian
life we are supposed to be a contributing member of a local body of believers (I’m not sure that a “hand” is very useful all
alone). Yet, as we come together corporately, we always find that there are some
members (parts, individuals, families, ministries, sections) that are weak or hyper-sensitive.
We are all different! Every church has some member who is a crooked little
toe that gets stubbed with every other step that the congregation takes. What
do we do – amputate the toe? Hit it with a holy hammer when it aches? Of course not – we are to protect it and guard it carefully. The
wise “eye” of the church is to look out for every object that might cause pain in the life of that troubled little toe so
that the “brain” of the church can steer the “foot” in the church away from unnecessary obstructions. Hence… prefer one another…
Additionally,
we must remember that no member in a local body of believers is indispensable. God
can accomplish His purposes without me or you. God can replace us as easily and
as effortlessly as He replaces clouds in the sky. Yet it is also equally true
that no member of the body should be seen as expendable in our eyes. Paul wrote
pointedly in Corinthians, the “head” can’t say to the “foot” (legitimately), “I don’t need you!”
Do certain members
(organs, appendages; people) become so eaten up with sin that they have to be treated sternly to prevent the destruction of
the whole body? Sure! But this is
always to be an agonizing last resort. The removal of a part of the body is always
painful and tragic. There are no (should be no) spiritual vestigial organs.
Do predatory
entities sometimes attach themselves to local churches like a blood sucking leech? Certainly! And these subversive, unregenerate “wolves” must be driven away from the flock. But we must never label genuine members of the body as if they were carnivorous parasites.
To those of us
who are real believers – collectively, we are the body of Christ. We are the
expression of God’s love to the lost world around us. True, we are each individual,
unique, particular members – but, let me never forget that membership implies a greater whole of which I am a part. Unity may be an impossible mirage in the political world, but it should be a constant realty in the spiritual
world among Spirit led believers.
One of the members
of GBC sent me one of the most potent passages of Scripture this week. It is
found in First Corinthians also, "Now I beseech you, brethren, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ,
that ye all speak the same thing, and that there be no division among you; but ye be perfectly joined together in the same
mind and in the same judgment" (1:10). What power! A house divided against itself can not stand, but remember also that a threefold cord is not easily broken. Can we sacrifice truth and righteousness upon the altar of unity? Never! But neither should we ever frivolously sacrifice unity
on the altars of passion, pride or convenience.
Am I a soldier
of the cross? Isaac Watts wrote that He was.
“Am I a soldier of the cross, a follower of the Lamb, and shall I fear to own His cause... are there no foes for me
to face? Sure I must fight if I would reign; increase my courage, Lord. I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain, supported by Thy Word. Thy saints in all this glorious war shall conquer…”
“When that illustrious day shall rise, and all Thy armies shine in robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall
be Thine!”
Surely I am a
soldier in the Lord’s army. I am a member of a great horde of saintly believers
who are to be following the biding of the Captain of our salvation, Jesus Christ. Do
I want to injure those who fight along beside me? Never! Are we all equal in skill and valor in this great fight against evil?
Hardly! But, we are on the same team, in one army, part of a single family,
joined as one body, serving one Lord.
Sadly, recently
I have lost sight of that truth. “Lord, help me not to forget it again…”
“Members Only”
does not have to be taken with an exclusionary tone. Think of Galatians 6:10,
“As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all men (not just to the nice ones), especially unto them who are of the household of faith.” I’m a small piece of a glorious and beautiful entity – the church. I don’t want t be self-absorbed. I want to do my part to support,
encourage, strengthen and motivate the “members” around me toward higher and holier ground.
Amen? I want to do
this with compassion, sincerity, honesty, humility, patience, holiness and love. Mmmmmm…..
I’m gonna’ need God’s help – ain’t I now? How about you?