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Matthew 16: 13-20
“Who do
you say that I am?” asked Jesus.
The
Apostle Peter replied: “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.”
Actually, that’s the answer Matthew’s Peter reaches. Luke and Mark put
slightly different responses in Peter’s mouth. Those of us who read Bart
Ehrman’s How Jesus Became God recently should not be surprised that the answer to that
important Christological question has always been answered—and
understood—variously. For instance, Ehrman has been explaining to us that the
terms messiah and Son of God, which are at the heart of
Peter’s response, did not originally denote divinity. (Of course, then we have to parse out what we
mean by “divinity.”)
I’m
thankful that, based on today’s Gospel reading, Jesus encourages us to find our own
individual answers to his question. Peter’s response does not have to be mine.
My answer today may not be my answer tomorrow. Folks who work hard to find an
honest answer to the question of Jesus’s identity often later change their
answers. For instance, Brian McLaren identifies no less than seven Jesuses he
has known and loved: the conservative Protestant Jesus, the
Pentecostal/Charismatic Jesus, the Roman Catholic Jesus, the Eastern Orthodox
Jesus, the liberal Protestant Jesus, the Anabaptist Jesus, and the Jesus of the
Oppressed (p. 49ff).[i]
A song by Angela Kaset likewise recalls several Jesuses she’s known—in a song
she calls “Jesus With the Light Brown Hair.” As you listen, try to count the
number of Jesuses she names.[ii]
. . .
.
Getting
anyone’s biography right isn’t easy. Over 15,000 biographies have been written
about Abraham Lincoln. Why? Because the authors who wrote biographies 1 through
14,999 apparently didn’t get them right.[iii]
My
husband spent a number of years researching the life of former Alabama governor
Big Jim Folsom. George interviewed dozens and dozens of people for the Folsom
biography. He visited every county in the state. He read countless newspaper
articles of the period and steeped himself in the history of Alabama politics
and culture. He visited Folsom in his home and interviewed family members.
Fortunately for his biographer, Folsom was an unusually unguarded subject—so
guileless (or crude) was our former governor that he once paused while walking
with George along a city sidewalk in Cullman and relieved himself in the nearby
flowerbed. Despite Folsom’s “candor” and George’s careful research and
analysis, George would be the first to say that his take on Jim Folsom’s life
was partial, at best.[iv]
Countless
books about Jesus have been written. Yet we know little for certain about this
historical figure—who, by the way, granted no historian an interview. The four
canonical gospels are the earliest extant sources of information. But they
often have conflicting information, were not written by persons who actually
knew Jesus, and contain little that can be corroborated by nonbiblical sources.
Besides that, the Greco-Roman idea of biography was very different from modern
biography or history. What we read in each of the four gospels in the New
Testament is a transmission of stories and sayings about Jesus that developed
within particular communities to meet their needs and concerns. Each has a theological rather than historical
agenda.
Even
when we apply modern historical/anthropological/sociological approaches to the
study of Jesus, we reach varioust conclusions. Which is a problem for folks
like us who have boiled down our definition of Christian to “someone who follows in the ways of Jesus.” How are we
to “follow” such an elusive Jesus? How
do we imitate one whose historical imprint is strong yet hazy? Some
traditionalists say that’s reason enough to let the Church Fathers, who arm
wrestled over the creeds, fill in the gaps and tell us more about Jesus the
Christ than the historical record reveal.
I do appreciate the brilliant minds from the past who, in search for meaning and coherency, debated doctrine
into existence. I do. But I’ve concluded Jesus will never be found definitively
and fully in either the biblical record or the church’s traditional
teachings.
Have
you seen the cartoon of the woman answering the front door to find two men
wearing white shirts, ties, carrying Bibles.
The bubble over their heads shows them asking her, “Have you found
Jesus?” Not a very funny cartoon. Until you look more closely and see that the
frame includes the entirety of the woman’s living room where a pair of feet
shod with sandals protrudes from behind the living room curtains as well as a
sliver of a long robed figure peeping out the side. “Have you found Jesus?” Well, sometimes it feels as if he IS hiding.
How
can we possibly answer the question Jesus posed to Peter: “Who do YOU say that
I am?”
Bart
Ehrman, as a historian, concluded that Jesus was a first century Jewish
apocalyptic preacher and healer. Period. I,
as a person of faith, care both about the Jesus of history and the Christ of
faith. To me, Jesus is more than that preacher/teacher/healer from long
ago. To me, Jesus is in some sense alive
in my life.
Okay,
I’ll admit it. Like the woman in “Jesus
with the Light Brown Hair,” I probably love Jesus in part because I learned to
love him early.
And
it’s not that I now think Jesus can serve as a cipher who means nothing so that
he can mean anything we need him to mean.
But
I recognize in the Jesus of history—insofar as history can tell us—some winsome
example of what we are capable of being.
Yet
he’s more than mere model or inspiration (in the ordinary sense of that
word). Because attached to the historic
Jesus are spiritual practices and ethical teachings and beautiful theologies
that have nurtured and transformed countless lives. And the Christ of faith
continues to call us to faith—though not to have faith IN Jesus but rather have
the faith OF Jesus. To live that trustingly.
Though
terrible things have been done in the name of Jesus, the Christianity he never
intended to invent but which nevertheless does spring from him, is a
religion—or a way of life—that at its core attests to a universal Force for
life and love and traverses the human-divine divide. Something powerful
happened after Jesus’s death that so altered his previously clueless followers
and others that they were willing to give up their lives to adhere to selfless
love. Because the way of Jesus is marked by a cross, his followers remember to
stand with victims and cultivate peace. The teachings of Jesus were not unique, nor were his sacrifice and
suffering. But a sacred energy for
transformation, begun in his earthly life, continued in some mystical, holy way
after his death and continues today. Because of Jesus, I see glimpses of a
“kingdom of heaven”—to use Matthew’s term--even as I admit my own subjectivity.
As
today’s Gospel reading suggests, when we live in God’s kingdom—that alternate
way of living—we’ve found Jesus. When
we’ve found Jesus, we receive the key that unlocks the kingdom. But even Jesus
couldn’t put words around this notion of an alternate realm. According to Matthew’s Jesus, the
kingdom of heaven is like, well, uh . . . a mustard seed, a bit of yeast in some
dough, seeds thrown upon various soils. Who can understand such metaphors?
And
who can imagine why Jesus hands the key to this realm over to us?
I’ve
shared with you before more measured words about Peter's Christological claim (see, for example, http://thatpreacherwoman.blogspot.com/2011/08/but-what-do-you-think.html). But this morning I am
challenged by Peter’s succinct and ardent declaration. So I say today that Jesus is, for
me, the path for my life, the symbol for all that matters, the magnet that
draws me toward the good and the true, the one who points me Godward. He is all
that I really need and all I hope to become.
[ii][ii] http://www.angelakaset.com/
[iii][iii]
http://www.inquisitr.com/193150/just-how-many-books-about-abe-lincoln-have-there-been-written-three-stories-worth/
[iv]
Sims, George E. The Little Man’s Big Friend: James E. Folsom in Alabama Politics:
1946-1958. Tuscaloosa: University of
Alabama Press, 1985.
For me Jesus is my father, my creator, my savior, but I also need him to be my friend, someone I tell my deepest fears, my darkest secrets, my struggles, my joys, to tell me that everything will be alright no matter how wrong I do my life. Ultimately he is my one and only hope.
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