My phone rang this afternoon, an uncommon occurrence which
usually means confirmation of an appointment, notification of a prescription
that is ready, or someone wanting to sell me something. This time, my caller ID showed me a number
that didn’t look familiar, so I was hesitant about taking it. It was my
daughter-in-law, and she seemed quite excited.
She’s usually a rather fast talker, but this time it was at
a kind of supersonic speed, and her first thing was, “Guess what?”. She’d called to share good news was they had
just signed the final papers for a house. She was so excited; how could I be
anything but tremendously enthusiastic for her and my son. The neat thing is
things seemed to fall into place as if it were planned out that way. It’s a
house that they have rented for the last 12 years, and it the landlord informed
him that he was interested in selling the property about the same time that
they had been discussing buying a house. Up until then, they were happy
renting, but they’re getting older and figured it was time to contemplate
purchasing a home. The fantastic part about it is that they love the house, the
area, the neighbors, the proximity to places where they go frequently, and that
that they don’t have to move a single piece of furniture unless they want to
change which wall it is against.
Getting news like that is fantastic, like getting news of a
new grandchild (I have a grand-cat, and that’s fine with me!), someone I know
won the lottery or had some other wonderful things like that happen. It’s the kind of news I’d like to yell from
the top of my trailer or call everybody I know to tell them. I didn’t do the
former, but I did do the latter.
Getting good news seems to be like getting a breath of fresh
air. Reading the local and national news is frequently rather depressing. It
appears as if disasters and violence are abundant, and good news stories don’t
seem to be anybody’s priority. Occasionally there is something fantastic, but
it doesn’t last in the news as a school shooting, a false arrest, or something
scandalous floating around the news stations that they can fill focus on.
We claim that Jesus preached the good news. We Christians
believe that indeed it is good news, that Jesus came as a human being to live
as a human being and also to invite us to share in the message of salvation and
of the beauty of God’s kingdom. In some places, however, it would be hard to
think about Jesus message as good news. The hope that Jesus brought and the joy
of his words often get overlooked, just like the Bible verses, and there are
many of them, that repeat “Love God and love your neighbor.” That’s good news,
but we don’t always hear that when we listen to preachers and speakers talk to
us about the wages of sin, how evil the world is, and how the kingdom of God is
in heaven, which we can attain if we say the right phrases.
It’s difficult to focus on good news like “Love your
neighbor as yourself,” when we seem to hear condemnation and the like from
people who profess to be Christian.
Where is the good news if someone is told that by just being who they
are, they are condemned by God. What always amazes me is that people who often
proclaim their Christianity the loudest are the ones who we later find have
been adulterers, thieves, bearers of false witness, perpetrators of crimes
against women and children, and any of a number of other crimes and
misdemeanors. It’s no wonder the term Christian often brings scorn and disgust
when someone brings up their faith.
Like buying a new house, good news deserves to be spread,
allowing others to share in the happiness and the depth of feeling that goes
with it. Like having a new baby, people forget about the cares of the world as
they look over the new infant, hold it, and touch its little cheek or hand and
feel the warmth. It’s good news when two people get married. It’s good news
when our kids succeed in life and that they grew up to be responsible, loving,
and contented people. It’s good news when we speak and act in such a way that
helps others see the kingdom of God in their lives and the lives of
others. It should be worth shouting from
the housetops.
I’m happy for my kids; in fact, I couldn’t be more thrilled
for them. I would like to think that there would be lots of good news around to
cheer up a world that seems to be getting more cynical, sarcastic, and
mean-spirited. Jesus didn’t teach those things. The focus of his message was
love, and it seems to be that love is in short supply in lots of places.
The kingdom of God isn’t a goal to be achieved once I take
my last breath. It’s something that is as close as my next breath and as
available as God’s grace. It’s not
something where I can add up points for righteous living like points for a gas
discount by buying X number of dollars of groceries at a specific store. It’s a no-strings thing, unlike a buy-one,
get-one-free offer. It does require some
effort, difficult things sometimes, like loving my neighbors, even if they are
very different from me. Still, I don’t have to raise a sweat to work on loving,
or kingdom-building.
It could be as simple as shouting the good news from the
rooftops.
God bless.
Originally published at Speaking to the Soul on Episcopal Café Saturday, August 25, 2018.
Originally published at Speaking to the Soul on Episcopal Café Saturday, August 25, 2018.
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