Approaching Christ with Reverential Awe

Thomas Jefferson, the classical liberal thinker who wrote the Declaration of Independence and the third president of the United States of America, had a problem with the Bible. He liked many of the things that Jesus taught in the New Testament, but he just couldn’t believe in miracles. He couldn’t believe that a man, by a humble command, could calm a stormy sea or change water into wine. He couldn’t believe that a man could come back to life after he died. And he couldn’t stand the fact that the Bible’s excellent moral teachings were interspersed among tales of such preposterous nonsense.

Jefferson concluded that all the miracles recorded in the New Testament were added after the fact. So Jefferson came up a simple solution: he took a razor blade to his Bible and cut out the parts he didn’t like. He wrote to John Adams that what Jesus actually said (as opposed and what was added there later) was “as easily distinguishable as diamonds in a dunghill,” and constitute “the most sublime and benevolent code of morals which has ever been offered to man.” That is, so long as you leave out anything that Jesus said about being the embodied son of the Living God, or about His power to heal the sick and raise the dead, or about His resurrection and His conversations with His followers after His death.

The truth is, we will all find passages of scripture that challenge our notions about how the world works, who God is, and how we should live our lives. C.S. Lewis insight-fully noted, “My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself. He is the great iconoclast. Could we not say that this shattering is one of the marks of his presence?” I have had my own experiences with the divine, and almost every time, He has revealed to me ways in which I was mistaken about Him. Any effort to “pin Him down” and to catalogue him in a taxonomy of our own creation is fruitless.

The question is, what do we do when we encounter passages of God’s word that challenge our notions about God? What do we do when His messengers, be they prophets of the ancient world, or modern oracles of God, invite us to reconsider what we think is the right thing to do? Besides responding to the prophetic call to repentance, there are only two options. First, we can do what Jefferson did—we can snip away the parts we don’t like. Few of us would literally take a razor blade to our scriptures, but I suspect most of us do this metaphorically on a regular basis. In our day of rampant political correctness, it is very easy to simply brush under the rug the voice of God when He asks us to be a peculiar people, and to listen to His voice only when He asks us to do things that we are already wanting to do. Anytime we ignore or overlook parts of the scriptures because they make us uncomfortable, we are doing the exact same thing that Jefferson did: we are mentally excising the parts of the scriptural narrative that challenge our beliefs about God and His expectations of us.

The second option is to interpret the offending passage in a way that neuters the threat to our worldview. This option is more appealing to most of us, because then at least we have an answer to the questions raised by the scriptures against us. We can conveniently explain away the divine challenge to our beliefs and lifestyles by convincing ourselves that the passages we are reading can’t really mean what they appear to mean. And by so doing, we can recreate and remold the scriptures after the pattern of our own philosophies and ideas. We can effectively pretend that the scriptures don’t actually ask us to change—just those liberal Democrats, or those warmongering Republicans, or those libertine libertarians, or those Evangelical bigots, or whoever our current ideological enemy is. And we can soften the edge of God’s commands by reassuring ourselves that He’s just talking to those who are doing worse than we are.

In short, there are passages in the scriptures that stare us in the face until we feel so uncomfortable with ourselves that we either have to pretend they aren’t there or explain them away. Both these responses mentally sterilize the scriptures of their central purpose in our lives: to invite us to repent and come unto Christ. And the truth is, from a worldly standpoint, turning ourselves over to Christ is a very risky proposition. As C.S. Lewis said, “‎We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.” We often depict our Lord and Savior in the warmest, friendliest terms possible, and sometimes forget that the scriptures also depict Him as the Great and Terrible. He is our deliverer, our Savior, and our greatest benefactor, but He is also our King. Consider for a moment the fearsome awe with which you might approach a powerful king of a powerful nation, and remember that the young Jesus was heralded as the future king of the then kingdom of Israel, and is now revered as the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. And as the great Lawgiver, He makes demands of us, demands we might not always expect and which might make us uncomfortable. He has asked some of His followers to give up their families, their homes, and often even their very lives.

In one of my favorite passages from C.S. Lewis’s book The Silver Chair (which is intended by Lewis to be an allegory of Christian living), the main character (Jill) is alone in the woods in Aslan’s magical country. Aslan is a great lion considered by Narnians to be the benevolent creator of their world, Jill becomes very thirsty, and sees a river in the distance:

But although the sight of the water made [Jill] feel ten times thirstier than before, she didn’t rush forward and drink. She stood as still as if she had been turned into stone, with her mouth wide open. And she had a very good reason; just on this side of the stream lay [a] lion. … She knew at once it had seen her, for its eyes looked straight into hers for a moment and then turned away—as if it knew her quite well and didn’t think much of her.

“If I run away, it’ll be after me in a moment,” thought Jill. “And if I go on, I shall run straight into its mouth.” Anyway, she couldn’t have moved if she had tried, and she couldn’t take her eyes off it. How long this lasted, she could not be sure; it seemed like hours. And the thirst became so bad that she almost felt she would not mind being eaten by the lion if only she could be sure of getting a mouthful of water first.

“If you’re thirsty, you may drink.”

… For a second she stared here and there, wondering who had spoken. Then the voice said again, “If you are thirsty, come and drink,” and of course she … realized that it was the lion speaking. Anyway, she had seen its lips move this time, and the voice was not like a man’s. It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice. It did not make her any less frightened than she had been before, but it made her frightened in rather a different way.

“Are you not thirsty?” said the Lion.

“I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill.

“Then drink,” said the Lion.

“May I – could I – would you mind going away while I do?” said Jill.

The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.

The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic. “Will you promise not to – do anything to me, if I do come?” said Jill.

“I make no promise,” said the Lion.

Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer. “Do you eat girls?” she said.

“I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,” said the Lion. It didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.

“I daren’t come and drink,” said Jill.

“Then you will die of thirst,” said the Lion.

“Oh dear!” said Jill, coming another step nearer. “I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.”

“There is no other stream,” said the Lion.

There is no other stream. Such haunting words for a young girl, alone and thirsty in the woods, confronted with a being of such majesty and fearsome wonder that she dare not approach. As is repeated several times throughout the Narnian canon, Aslan is not a tame lion. Although he is revered by Narnians as their deliverer from captivity and their greatest benefactor, he is not a tame beast whom they can control at their beck and call. He is their master, they are not his. He will not promise to not ask of them some of the greatest sacrifices they can possibly make.

Like Aslan, Jesus Christ is not politically correct. A politically correct Christ would never make us feel uncomfortable about our lives and our actions. A politically correct Christ would never tell us that we are wrong, and that by being wrong we’ve wronged others and offended God. But that’s exactly what Christ does. He sends messengers to cry repentance when we neglect to live His commandments. He constantly asks us to do better, to think differently, and to humble ourselves before Him. And He does this to all of us equally—no group or faction escapes His piercing gaze. He is here to save us from sin, whether we are liberal or conservative, American or Chinese, old or young, rich or poor. His message doesn’t respect class divisions, national boundaries, or traditional ideological divides. He doesn’t play by the rules we’ve set up by which we categorize, catalogue, and label each others.

The Book of Mormon is subtitled as Another Testament of Jesus Christ, and as such, the purpose of the Book of Mormon is to invite everyone, everywhere, to come unto Christ and be saved. This is the message the Book of Mormon presents to the world: “There shall be no other name given nor any other way nor means whereby salvation can come unto the children of men, only in and through the name of Christ, the Lord Omnipotent.” Simply put: there is no other stream. Like Jill did to Aslan, we can ask Christ to move to an unthreatening distance before we attempt to drink from the living waters, but we know it’s futile, because Christ is the stream. He is the fountain of living waters and the tree of life. According to the Book of Mormon, Christ invites everyone “to come unto him and partake of his goodness; and he denieth none that come unto him, black and white, bond and free, male and female; and he remembereth the heathen; and all are alike unto God, both Jew and Gentile.”

The message of the Book of Mormon doesn’t fit into a neatly labeled box. And we’re faced with a choice: we can do what Jefferson did, and trim the edges of the Book of Mormon’s narrative until it does fit neatly into our worldview and is congenial to our lifestyle, or we can allow the Book of Mormon (and consequently Christ) to change the way we see the world and the way we live our lives. I know that I’ve been Thomas Jefferson plenty of times in my life, and probably will again many times. I have no excuse for it though, except that we’re all learning. We can all do better at it.

Christ lives. He has the power to work miracles of untold wonder in our lives and in the world. And unlike Thomas Jefferson, I believe in the resurrection. I believe He has the power to raise people from the dead, and that He will raise all of us from the day someday and bring us before the Father, where He’ll be our advocate and our champion. I believe that He has the power to change our hearts and the hearts of those around us. It’s only by His mercy and grace that I am the person I am today. And I know that He is willing and wanting to comfort, assist, and deliver each and every one of us from the temptations, trials, and hardships we face. We have the reassurance that as we turn to Christ and enter and renew our convenant relationship with Him, He will change us through His atonement. We’ve just got to allow Him to change us, by being willing to relinquish the lives we are currently living for the better life He offers us. We’ve got to allow Him to shape our view of the world, rather than using Him and His words as a tool to advance our own agendas. This Christmas, let’s recommit ourselves to doing just that.