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Oh the Irony! Wanting the Healing Without the Humility

I love irony, and I delight in seeing ironic situations play out. Better yet is when those who are engaging in the ironic behavior don’t see what they’re doing.

I happened to be driving down a 2-lane street one block off of the downtown grid in our sleepy little town. This was completely unintentional. My route took me past one of the Baptist churches in our town, a notoriously conservative congregation. In front of their church was their regular, permanent church sign with 2 Chronicles 7:14 which reads, “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” Another, newer, temporary sign announced “Worship Sunday at 10:30 in parking lot or sanctuary.”

I think I get where they were going with this Bible verse. Our land is in need of healing from the coronavirus and political divisions. It’s in need of healing from corrupt, violent cops and paid rioters and looters who are trying to foment more division. We can all agree that our land needs healing to various degrees, though we may not all agree on a diagnosis.

This verse is powerful, but it doesn’t just quote God as saying, “I will forgive their sin and heal their land.” No. There’s something we have to do first. The very first thing we have to do is humble ourselves.

The opposite of humility is pride. It’s pride that puts ourselves first and our wants first.

Pride refuses to wear a mask because it’s “inconvenient,” “a violation of my rights,” or “a violation of my freedoms as an American.” Humility wears a mask to protect other people from viruses the person may be unknowingly carrying.

Pride insists that we have to be in church together. Humility practices patience to keep vulnerable members of the congregation healthy.

Pride demands its way when it comes to having church services. Humility understands that we are the church and can do church outside the walls.

Pride puts itself first while humility puts others first.

The chronicler straight-up tells us that we have to put other people first. That comes before praying. It comes before seeking God. It comes before repenting. Humbling ourselves–putting our pridefulness aside–is the first step to God doing God’s part. (I love this verse, because it’s two sermons in one–one 4-pointer, one 3-pointer. Good for two consecutive Sundays.)

If we want God to heal our land, we have got to humble ourselves enough to put others first. We have to wear our masks to prevent spreading the virus to other people out of our God-called love for them. We have to keep at least six feet away from people if we’re unmasked. We have to squelch our insistence on having our own way when it comes to church. We have the right to be Christians, to tune into online worship (even at other churches if we want!), we have the right to read our Bibles, we have the right to be the church. We do not have the right to gather for worship when Christian charity deems it unsafe to do so. Insisting on worshiping in unsafe times is prideful. Practicing self-control is humble.

Know what else is humble? Following the biblical command to follow laws and rules we may not agree with. Whether we are “rendering to Caesar what is Caesar’s” (aka, paying taxes) or following the law of the land, the Bible is explicit on what we are to do. While I have no problem with our governor’s order to wear a mask, I realize others don’t feel the same. However, those same people who refuse to wear masks will tell you that they love the Bible, love God, and love others. They may even tell you they live by the Word, obeying every word it says. I get it. But it’s not about us now. It’s about others, the people we’re told to love.

 

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Seven Years of Quarantine Prep

Y’all, I spent seven years of my life preparing for shelter in place.

As a Gen Xer, we were raised to follow rules for staying in the house. We were the generation of latchkey kids. Every day from sixth through twelfth grade, we rode the bus home from school, let ourselves into our homes, and followed our parents’ rules. My parents’ rules are remarkably like the rules we’re following now.

Rule #1: Come in and lock the door. I always keep our doors locked, anyway. Too many years of city life following living by myself ingrained that habit in me.

Rule #2: Call me (Mom 98% of the time) as soon as you get home. This phone call usually was my chance to tell her about my day and also to get instructions. My parents and I email often, but since the social isolation started, it’s every day.

Rule #3: Don’t let anyone in the house. My own cousin who lived next door wasn’t even supposed to come over. Haha. Nope. If you don’t bathe here, you’re not coming in at this time.

Rule #4: Don’t leave the house. I could be in the yard and on the back deck, but I couldn’t go for a bike ride or a walk on the street, couldn’t visit with friends. Sound familiar? Same stuff, different decade/century/millenium, except now I can be out on the street since I’m an adult.

Rule #5: Get your work done before you play or watch TV. I honestly don’t get those folks who can binge-watch Netflix all day. I can barely sit still through a movie. Even though we have all day to play, school still happens. I tell my younger, “Get your work done. Then you can play without worrying about having to work.” We still have a rule, no matter what, school work and chores have to be completed before TV and friend time.

Rule #6: Do xyz to help prepare for dinner. Mom didn’t get home until around 5:30, and she always wanted to have dinner on the table as close to 6 as possible. Most days, this meant I had to clean chicken (ew!) or make spaghetti sauce. In these days of social isolation, cooking is still enjoyable. We experiment, and we work together to pull dinner together.

If you’re a Gen Xer, then you were made to survive. We handled being on our own for hours at a time perfectly fine. We followed the simple rules of our parents and that usually was enough to keep us healthy and out of trouble. We can do it again now, too.

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