Today the Anglican Kalendar (yes, this is spelled correctly) recognizes the contributions of Martin Luther, who died on this day in 1546 at the age of sixty-three. The appointed prayer makes reference to his being raised up by God to renew and reform His church in the light of His word, and asks that we may be blessed with the faith to boldly proclaim the riches available to us through Christ Jesus. A worthy desire, a “big ask” in Hybel-ese, and a lot to pack into one sentence—renewal, reform, the Word of God, faith, proclamation, and the riches of a relationship with Christ Jesus.
Today is also VD + 4, so on the occasion of sweeping up the wilted rose petals and tossing out what’s left of the Russell Stover’s, I might have taken this packed-in-a-cardboard-heart-tied-with-a-plastic-red-ribbon opportunity to inflict a brief rant on the third-most-commercialized pseudo-holiday of the secular calendar—that would be Valentine’s Day, not what you were thinking I meant by VD. But this is Lent; discipline, grace, and acts of kindness are the order of the day, so I choose not to go there (this time).
Instead, I share what I consider a striking confluence of two sets of facts that on their face are utterly unrelated. First, Martin Luther must have been both pretty strong and very much of a certain type in order to accomplish so much. It doesn’t take a long look backward or forward in time to see that renewal and reform of the church have been a really contentious front-and-center issue from the earliest written records to the many current journals, magazines, popular books, and scholarly tomes on the subject. I presume to presume that this is largely because of people of a similar Luther-ese bent. Scripture is colorfully littered with prophets, priests, and people who saw what God intended, saw what was being made of it, and couldn’t keep from pointing it out to anyone who would listen. Today, can we possibly avoid hearing from people who have some new way to avoid WCS—Withering Church Syndrome?
Second, psychologists have recently confirmed—meaning, someone got a juicy grant—that love only lasts for just so long, and we now know how long that is. No suspense here—love lasts about 18 months; after that it becomes “something else.” The one-liners almost write themselves, but what if this was true? Or, what if this was even partly, or something-like, true? What does it say about our ability to accomplish a “long obedience in the same direction” as couples, as families, or (you knew I was going here) as a church—or the Church—or THE CHURCH? If love in all its passionate obsession just “becomes something else” after awhile, then isn’t it simple logic to think that people who fall in love with their church are going to “go somewhere else” or “do something else” or “become someone else” after awhile, just as a matter of course? BTW, this is just a metaphor for thought, not a Bible commentary, so no flames about loving Jesus first, love is an action word, etc.—I know, you’re right, but that’s not the point here.
We’re very easily distracted, and even without the distractions we will apparently just wander off and “do something else” after awhile. Hence the rise, and the continuing need, for the Martin Luthers that God will always raise up to do what they do best, and what we need most—plead, beg, preach, cajole, nag, create, bless, write, sing, and most of all LOVE us back to where we once belonged before we inadvertently “became something else.” They may come off like Extra-Grace-Required folk more often than not, but we disrespect and ignore them at our own peril, personally and as the Church.
Lord, You made us to be like You, and one thing we know about You is that love is so integral to Your nature that You exist as a Trinity and a Unity one and the same. We thank You for all those You put in our path to keep us focused and help us return when we “become something else.” We ask you for grace to hear You when we receive them, and we also ask for boldness in those times when You want us to join them. We ask it because You told us we could; in all things we give you praise, honor, and blessing. Amen.
Monday, February 18, 2008
To Love and Martin Luther
Posted by Gary Fitzgerald at 9:12 AM
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Being a former Lutheran, I have a great admiration and respect for him and what he did. After all, how can you not like a man who wrote "A Mighty Fortress" to the tune of a German beer drinking song because, as Luther put it, "Why should the devil have all the best tunes?" And who also was supposed to have said, "Sin boldly, and love God." My kind of man. He also stated we should be little Christs to our neighbors. Years of abusing himself and torturing his soul to come closer to God resulted in his coming to the conclusion that faith is by the grace of God alone. That was the breakthrough that brought us to where we are today. I say, thanks be to God for men like Martin Luther. Thanks for your thoughts.
"Extra-Grace-Required"-- ha!
I know these people. Sometimes I have an awful suspicion that I may be one of them (not because of any prophetic calling, just...because). I am SO going to start using "EGR" in everyday conversation.
This post is particularly timely in light o Fr. David's sermon yesterday, and the prayer in which he asked God to renew the flame of love in our hearts. May it be so!
BTW, if anyone reading this has leftover Russell Stover's to toss, we'll gladly take them off your hands-- they've proven to be invaluable aids (bribes, actually) in the ongoing potty training process at the Edman house. Even odd ones filled with unidentifiable cream-- the kind you pinch and put back. :)
Took me half a century to figure out that the songs of my youth weren't so original as I thought. So "Why should the devil have all the good music?" wasn't Larry Norman's own? At least he plagiarized a worthy source. :-)
RE. the original post, I always thought love, Real Love, had to do with willpower and follow through on decisions, and that if love could be fallen into, then it could be fallen out of as well. Hmm. Only takes 18 months to lose one's balance? So holding onto one's first love and enduring until the end only gets the sugar coated kick start of 18 months. I'll take it. But I'm still planning on a lot of stubbornness and whatever it was Jacob did to that angel to make it to the end. And I hope I have enough extra to let go with one hand and grab one or 2 others with me along the way.
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