"Anyone who has two shirts should share with the one who has none..." (Luke 3:11) Tonight my New Testament professor taught us that the people who were being preached at in this passage lived in such poverty that they really only had one shirt. It was a rarity that anyone would actually have a change of shirts. Yet, here, John the Baptist is saying that if you wanted to live out the Kingdom and happened to have a spare shirt, you ought to give it away to someone else who has need. That really puts things into perspective!
We studied the Gospel of Luke this past week and learned that one of the many themes that is prominent in this gospel is salvation for outsiders. You can't read Luke without seeing the emphasis on Jesus' love for the poor, the oppressed, the marginalized of society. In fact, it is in Luke uniquely that we find Jesus saying, "Blessed are the poor...blessed are you who hunger now." Poor, not poor in spirit. Hunger, not hunger for righteousness. Jesus really meant the physically poor and the physically hungry. In His inaugural sermon in Luke 4, He said that He came for the poor, the prisoners and the oppressed.
So as believers how do we be obedient to Jesus' call to us to care for these "outsiders"?
Growing up in middle class suburbia, the only attempts my group of friends ever made was to go down to a soup kitchen to serve food to the homeless and sometimes distribute sandwiches in downtown SD. Anything more than that was beyond our imagination and our capability. But somehow I think these things, though nice, do not fully embody what Jesus meant.
Perhaps what Jesus meant was something more like what happened to me a few years ago. I was hanging out with a friend of mine and nonchalantly complimented her on her shirt. Pretty routine stuff. That's just what girls do. But rather than the usual, "Thanks," in response, she completely took me by surprise when she asked instead, "Do you want it?" She wasn't kidding. She was really offering me her shirt! And as I contemplated how surprised I was, I realized also that I shouldn't be surprised. She was just living out the Gospel.
But things like that do surprise us. We don't know what to do with it when someone truly follows Jesus. It's weird.
After class tonight, I talked to one of my classmates, and she said that she felt so riled up; she felt convicted and inspired to use all of her mind, body, and hands to serve God's people, but she wasn't sure who or how. I was excited with her and felt the same way... but as we ended the conversation, I realized that I knew who and how. When Sam and I were first married, I kept writing about the "tax collectors and sinners" and our knowing, growing conviction to do something about them -- but the only problem was that we had no idea who and how. Walking out the seminary doors tonight, I felt this affirming hand on me urging me forward in welcoming a little one into our home. To be foster parents -- to use the abundance (material and spiritual) that God has given us to bless a child who has no true home or true parent or family -- this is what the gospel is about.
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