The moral revival that certain people wish to impose will be much worse than the condition it is meant to cure. If our present suffering ever leads to revival, this will not be brought about through slogans, but in silence and moral loneliness, through pain, misery and terror, in the profoundest depths of each man’s spirit. Simone Weil
To accept defeat, to accept suffering for love of God and in obedience to God’s will is extraordinarily difficult. Yet such surrender is what saves us. The purification of our intention, the corrections in our thinking, the deepening compassion, and the redemptive power released from the profoundest depths of a person’s spirit transforms, heals, and frees. The church, as the place which could most clearly articulate and live out how to die to oneself, personally and corporately, seems to avoid any direct attention to such a notion. More often we find ourselves caught up in the push and glamour of success, the tasks of survival, and pumping up egos, rather than teaching them how to die.
That I must die to myself and suffer loss and pain and that such a death might be participation with Christ in a redemptive mystery goes against the grain of the independent self reliant spirit and the “me first” character of our times. However, when we settle for slogans, consultants, and committees, we circumvent the opportunity to discover strength in weakness and victory in failure. We build our case on ideology and successful practices, rather than a witness to God and faith. We succumb to a simplistic understanding of God’s saving action in history as winners or losers, and do not know ourselves as active participants in the redeeming of a broken world.
I am not sure why we don’t get this. Christians are a people who bow before a man dying on a cross, for heaven’s sake.
Christians the world over are about celebrate that dying man. They will tell again the ancient story of their God and how he came to be betrayed, humiliated, beaten and nailed to a tree. They will recall how this God, who was supposed to bring an end to their sorrow and oppression, failed miserably.
They will remember, too, how they failed miserably. How they betrayed, abandoned, and killed their God. They will see again how they had got things all wrong, how they had so horribly misperceived the truth with their narrow minds, jealous hearts, and faithless souls.
And they will be astonished by the Grace, which rolled away the stone of their rigidity and fear, and defied their wildest imaginations. What they thought was ruined and dead now stood before them in the bright morning sun and spoke, “Go and tell the others to go to Galilee. They will see me there.”
This was an old story. Calling something names, beating up something, and killing it to take away our pain and anger and sin wasn’t new. For thousands of years, we had been killing things and one another and offering them up to God as a way to set things right, get what we want, and make up for the messes we made.
But this time was different. In their fury and fear, this time they killed God, divinity itself. And Holiness let them. God wore their spit upon his face, their rage upon his back. He opened wide his arms to be penetrated by their malice.
This time God said, “OK. I will show you. This is what it looks like to kill God. This is what it means to see the truth about yourselves. This is how to love.
I am willing to bear the pain of your sins against me and against yourselves. This is what forgiveness looks like. This is what peace costs.”
With that willingness and love their God sucked the poison out of sin. He defused the power and grip of evil on the human heart. He took the hell out of everlasting damnation and gave them eternal life.
And he told his followers to do the same with the suffering in their lives.
Today many Christians wear little replicas of that cross of execution like tiny gold electric chairs or lethal injection needles. They wear death on a string and carry life in their hearts.
For having died with their God, they rise with him. And from the profoundest depths of their spirits flow rivers of living water. This is what a moral revival looks like.
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That I must die to myself and suffer loss and pain and that such a death might be participation with Christ in a redemptive mystery goes against the grain of the independent self reliant spirit and the “me first” character of our times
The power that comes from surrender is unequalled… Thank you for your awesome post!
Have a blessed Easter,
Mary
Mary… “the power that comes from surrender is unequaled” – yes that is the most important point of it all, and I left that out! I think we only understand that as we finally let go. Your life is a witness to such power. Thank you, Mary!
Thank you for this post and all your posts, Loretta. You have such a gift for using words that move deeply into one’s heart and soul. I struggle with surrender and sacrifice, as I’m sure everyone does.
Thank you for your faithful ministry and may Easter bring you deep joy and healing.
Thank you Carol! Your words encourage me. I think if surrendering was something we didn’t struggle with, it wouldn’t be surrendering. 🙂 Many blessings to you dear sister. I hope some day our paths cross again.
Appreciate your bllog post
Thanks, Grant. I wrote that 22 years ago. I am still preaching in one way or another that same “sermon.” Learning how to die, how to deny the self is an ongoing journey for me. Peace and joy to you in your dying and rising. Loretta Ross