Guidance from Overlooked Men and Women of the Bible

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The Calling of Saint Matthew

The Calling of Saint Matthew by Caravaggio (1599-1600)

Jesus saw a man named Matthew at his seat in the custom house, and said to him, “Follow me”, and Matthew rose and followed Him.

Matthew 9:9

Jesus spears Matthew with a beam of light as he enters the room, brightness flooding a dark place of fraudulently obtained money and collusion. The beacon illumines Matthew’s face as he quizzically points to his chest as if to ask, “You’re calling me? Seriously?”

I’ve been looking all winter at a print of this painting I hung by my desk after experiencing the original in Rome. Standing in the dim light, gazing up at the huge canvas, my heart stirred hearing how Carravaggio’s work motivated my friend Brian, one of Agape’s (Cru) national directors in Italy, to follow the Lord’s call to that country. Many, many people have stood in that same spot and found inspiration in Carravaggio’s representation of Matthew’s calling since it was first hung in the church San Luigi dei Francesi in 1600.

So much to notice. Jesus’s hand pointing to Matthew, just like the hand of God reaching out to Adam in the Sistine Chapel. Jesus’s bare feet, contrasted with the stylish clothes worn by the tax collectors. The young man with his head down, focused on the money in front of him, oblivious to the divine light.

Jesus called Matthew. Matthew was not worthy. None of us would have picked him. Yet Matthew helped found the Christian faith, penned the gospel bearing his name and died as a martyr for his devotion to Jesus.

Jesus called us. We were not worthy. Yet Jesus picked us. That beam of light pierced us at some point, and we pointed to our chests and said, “Who, me?” Let’s ask the Lord for a bit of the courage and faith of Matthew, and build on the legacy of this tax collector and sinner turned evangelist and saint.

The God Who Sees Me

Hagar and Ismael in the Wasteland by Luigi Alois Gillarduzzi (1851)

Hagar, pregnant and desperate, despised by her mistress and ignored by the father of her child, fled into the desert. Taking refuge next to a well, an angel materialized and changed her life with a prophecy about her future and the future of her son.

Overwhelmed by this tenderness, She named the well, “Beer Lahai Roi,” or, the “well of the Living One who sees me.” In doing so she gave God a new name, the God who sees me.

Hagar was young, carrying a child, alone, scared. Her mother was not in sight when she was forced by her mistress, and used by her master, in a misguided plan to build a family legacy. The desert beckoned. Hagar had no where else to flee and no family or friends to take her in. No one even knew where she was. Hagar was invisible.

Invisibility. We often feel it. Who knows us? Who sees us? Who cares about our heartache, or our quietly desperate circumstances? When our only option is to run, who’s at the end of our road?

The God who sees me. God, who comforted the pregnant slave girl, sees. God sees the desperate. God sees you and me. What hope. What promise. What attention to detail. What value in every human life. The God who sees me sent his angel for Hagar, and sent his son for us.

Take a deep breath and rest in that truth for a moment. Wherever you are, whatever you’re facing, regardless of your misfortune, the God who sees me is watching over you.

Read The Bible With Me in 2020

On January 1, I plan to start reading the Bible through from cover to cover. I’ll finish sometime in December. Want to join me?

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

I would suggest that you read the Bible all the way through for a variety of reasons (here are only a few):

If you want to live a life of faith, then you need to read the entire Bible.

If you want God to move in your life, then you need to read the entire Bible. Remember, “For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart” (Hebrews 4:12).

If you want to be blessed in the eyes of the Lord, then delight in the law of the Lord, and meditate on it day and night. You will live like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. So that in all that you do, you prosper (Psalm 1).

If you desire peace, if you seek wisdom, if you wish for relief from your social media feed, if you need power to overcome the traps of the world, the flesh and the devil, then read the entire Bible.

If you yearn for truth, especially in this world of disinformation, then read the entire Bible.

Your time, your attention and your energy are precious and limited. Why waste them? Invest it in the living words of God this year. All of them. You’ll be happy you did.

Want to join me? If so, drop me a note in some fashion and we’ll keep in touch as we journey through the scriptures together!

Jesus Is Not a Fairy Tale

We love the fairy tale nature of this time of year. Santa Claus in a red suit and white beard is make-believe (sorry to break the news to you). The elf on a shelf is an odd device designed to keep your kids in line. Rudolf is a cartoon. Merchants sprinkle soap flakes in store windows to create a nostalgic holiday feeling, all so you will spend more money.

Jesus, however, is real. He appeared at a specific point in history. Jesus, born in an actual barn, took his first breath with parents and animals alongside. Jesus’ birth is not a fairy tale, not a myth, not a legend or sweet idea to embrace. Jesus’ birth is good news (not good advice – see Tim Keller’s Hidden Christmas for more).

Adoration of the Shepherds, Rembrandt (1646)

It’s funny that his birth launched this entire Christmas cacophony. Kings brought him gifts, foreshadowing Black Friday. A star in the sky announced his birth, yielding twinkling lights throughout our homes. Motley shepherds visited Jesus at his birth stall, much like odd relatives around our festive tables.

So much has changed, but the facts remain. God become flesh. Jesus entered this world as an infant. Shepherds and kings worshipped and feared him. Men and women worship and fear him today. We call this month “the most wonderful time of year,” and it certainly is that. But not due to Santa or snow or classic movies. Rather, due to the most wonderful Lord in heaven who gifted us his Son 2,000 year ago.

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