I’ve been reading Laura Story’s book When God Doesn’t Fix It. She makes some good points and asks some
challenging questions. In talking about the man who was born blind, whose story
is in John 9, she gives evidence that verses 3-5 are often misunderstood
because of the way they are translated:
Scholars believe this sentence…
should be read as: “‘Neither this many nor his parents sinner,’ said Jesus. ‘But
so that the work of God might be displayed in his life, we must do the work of
him who sent me while it is still day.’” As The
NIV Application Commentary explains, “The purpose clause now explains that
Jesus must work so that God’s work
may be displayed in this man’s life. God had not made the man blind in order to
show his glory; rather, God has sent Jesus to do works on healing in order to
show his glory. The theological nuance of the two translations cannot be more
different.” (137-138)
She goes on to say that when we encounter suffering and
difficulties, rather than asking why it happened, we would be better served to
ask “How might my Father’s glory be displayed through this situation?” That’s
not always easy to do, and we may not immediately find an answer to that
question either. But it does help to get our focus back where it belongs.
In looking back over the year, I know there have been a lot
of times I’ve been looking answers and not finding them. Then this morning as I
was getting ready for work I heard the song Save My Life by
Sidewalk Prophets. You can read the lyrics here.
If I’m honest with myself, I’m not sure I really care why
things happen or what God might do through them. What I really want to know is
that I’m not alone or forgotten. I think that is true for most people. We usually
don’t need someone to tell us the Bible answers (or secular answers!). What we
need is a bunch of people to remind us that God loves us and they love us and
aren’t going to leave us. Laura Story comments about the weeks she spent at her
husband’s side in the hospital:
More than flowers or cartons of
greasy Chinese food, the greatest thing people brought me was their presence.
During the wait, which eventually stretched over two days and nights, my
favorite visitors were the ones who said the three magic words: not “I love
you,” or even, “I am praying,” but, “Here’s your latte.” Those words made me
smile each time I heard them because the people who brought me lattes weren’t
trying to give me answers. They were just trying to give me coffee. They say
with me and wept with me and never said a word. They were the ones who refilled
my empty cup. (53-54)
I might disagree about the words “I love you,” but her
sentiment is right on. True community and fellowship in the Body of Christ is so
much more than just studying Scripture and finding answers. It is about being
present in one another’s lives especially when we don’t have any answers to
give. I think the local church tends to struggle with this because it is
something that can’t be programmed. We can schedule potluck dinners and Bible
studies and build greeting time into our Sunday morning service, but we can’t
schedule loving one another. Some people are better at this than others (and
they tend to get appointed as deacons and deaconesses), but none of us are off
the hook. Love God and love others are the two things we’re all supposed to be
doing.
Getting ready for a new year, I needed this reminder both in
terms of what I expect from other people and how I can serve others. It gives
me some guidelines by which I can evaluate what activities I need to be
involved in and what ones I can let go. It challenges me to look beyond myself,
but also to look beyond the Bible answers to see the people in need.
“These things I
command you, so that you will love one another” (John 15:17 ESV).