Knowing Jesus

I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father. And I lay down my life for the sheep. (John 11)

In 1984 I belonged to a group in a little Baptist church on the planet Mayorthorpe, called, perhaps too portentously, the Bridgebuilders.

At least once a month we would drive to Edmonton’s inner-city, be greeted by Herb and Henrietta Jamieson, and present a “gospel service” at the Hope Mission chapel. After the program, we would serve sandwiches and tea to the “street people”. Fresh faced and eager we would circulate among the men and women, occasionally young people, and, singling out those our intuition told us were most desperate and therefore most receptive to our question, we would sit down beside them and ask, “Do you have a relationship with Jesus?” or alternatively, “Do you know Jesus?”

There was a naïveté in the project, but our desire to see people “saved” and therefore helped in their life was genuine. Well, you may recognize yourself in some approximation of this scenario. And obviously my purpose is not at all to undermine any genuine desire to see people “redeemed”, or make light of evangelical gospel services.

What I want to do, if possible, is strive for greater authenticity in asking, “Do you know Jesus?” Let me turn that around, “Do I know Jesus?”

Why ask? Because I was confronted by the John 11 text. Confronted by Jesus’ words, “I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father.”

The words hooked me. I realized that Christian language has corroded this question for me. More to the point, I have allowed it’s corrosion. I have assumed that I knew exactly what, “Do you know Jesus?”, means. I have gotten lazy, taken the question for granted.

Now you may not be in this position at all. But I suspect there are those of us on the journey who need to reexamine the question. Not in any self-condemning way. Simply in open self-awareness.

It strikes me that unless this question reasserts itself, unless we can become reabsorbed, make the question, in a way, unfamiliar and challenging, we will lose something essential about our Christian faith.

So, how do I “know Jesus”? Outside of the gospels I don’t know how it would be possible. And outside of the resurrection, the gospels would not have come into our hands. So on a practical historical level, the resurrection is key to any knowing. But the resurrection is crucial for more than a historical record.

I’m already out of my depth in attempting a few thoughts that scores of theologians and authors have written scores of books about. nevertheless, let me try for a conclusion in tomorrow’s post.

Signed, Always biting off more than I can chew.

 

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Knowing Jesus and then some

I did a search in Amazon.ca. Punched in the book title “Knowing Jesus” and got back 49 books with Knowing Jesus as part of the title or as the title.

Amazon.com automatically broadens the search for you and you get 277 titles.

To be sure there’s a bit of interest, academic and otherwise, in what it means to know Jesus.

Guaranteed Mad-cow Free

It's Friday and I feel a distinct lack of gravitas. (Friday's should be about buoyancy. In fact, I think buoyancy should be a spiritual discipline.) So here's some ephemera that would normally drown under the weight of a weekday.

Notice: Someone in our building who can't punctuate is selling Oiler tickets for tomorrow night's game. A scribbled note pasted to the entrance says he/she has "a pair". Doesn't say whether or not that's $600 each, or for the pair. So if you have an inheritance you can dip into… Of course after the shellacking the Oilers took the other night you could have bought up all those ubiquitous little car flags from the guy's in the blue Ford Econoline's, set 'em all to half-mast, and made a killing, thereby raising the 600-1200 dollars to go to Saturday's game.

 

Starbucks Log: There's an elderly lady sitting across from me in the purple plush chair. She's reading a biology text and smiling. And taking notes. There are so many explanations.

Sometimes I wonder if the note-takers' and scribblers sitting in Starbucks, coffee at their side, are all making observations about each other.

And now my staff are coming through to pick up their morning quava. "Hello, Janelle." She comes over to talk. She used to work here before Hope Mission scooped her. And now I'm waving and smiling through the glass entrance (I've seen people walk into it, it's been kept that clean) at Ting and Robyn. I wonder what they think I really do here? I wonder what I think they really do?

Photobucket - Video and Image HostingYesterday we all went to the Oriental Veggie House by the Herb Jay. Robyn and Jodie are vegetarians, the rest of us, carnivores. If you go, check the inside of the menu cover. A few lines of prose will give you the reason to become, if you aren't already, a vegan. It's all about the slaughtering of innocent beasts. I must say, while eating my curry lamb made out of pressed mushrooms, I felt mildly morally superior.

So last night at supper, over pork-chops, my daughter, a science/biology major, told me about an article she read that described how some people in white coats have "grown" a fillet-o-fish, in vitro. They're not stopping there. Lab-Steak is next. They believe that they'll be able to produce a beautiful rib-eye that will eclipse the best Outback steak you've ever had. On top of that, it will be guarantied mad-cow free.

There goes the OVH menu's flyleaf. Maybe now we can all just get along. Have a wonderful Friday!

Bush in the Rose Garden

Bush: al-Zarqawi death a 'severe blow' – Conflict in Iraq – MSNBC.com

WASHINGTON – President Bush on Thursday hailed the killing of al-Qaida leader in Iraq Abu Musab al-Zarqawi by military forces and said his death is a "severe blow" to the al-Qaida network.

"U.S. forces delivered justice to the most wanted terrorist in Iraq," the president said in the Rose Garden.

"Now Zarqawi has met his end, and this violent man will never murder again."

With Abu Musab al-Zarqawi's death the American president gets some breathing room for a continued war in Iraq. There is hope that this is a "tipping point" in the war on terror.

What there will be, of course, is a new spike in violence, then a leveling off, until another, or a few more Zarqawi's are spawned. In the mean time the West gets to enjoy a few days or weeks of victory.

How is it possible for me to dismiss this, "major accomlishment"…to question it? Because there is nothing to celebrate here. There is only the grim, boring, meaningless cycle of violence.

But the "Rose Garden", from which the president speaks, does tend to inoculate one against the reality of the cycle.