Some weeks I read the readings for #LukeActs2014 a few verses each day, to reflect carefully and slowly on the text during the whole week.
This morning, I took Luke 18 in one gulp. I’m still a bit dizzy from the head rush.
This is the Jesus that every systematic theologian must find annoying. He is all over the place and dropping parables left and right without bothering to slow down and explain what they mean to we who are following along scraping them up off the ground.
We get the unjust judge with the promise that God’s justice will come and quickly. We get the first sinner’s prayer. We get “you must come to the kingdom as a child.” We get the camel and the needle’s eye. We get the blind man healed. And thrown in the middle we get Jesus preview of his own beating, mocking, and death.
Try not to swallow too hard or it will hurt going down.
I sometimes think when I’m reading the gospels that Jesus running into the temple and throwing over the tables is just a metaphor for pretty much all his ministry. He busts up the joint any time we think we’ve got him safely stowed away in a box or a system. And this goes for all us — traditional, progressive, liberal, conservative, Methodist, Catholic, Anabaptist, or whatever.
However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?