Just another traveler on life’s highway hanging out in the slow lane. It’s quiet. It’s peaceful. Beyond the horizon is rest calling my name. Green pastures, still waters, my cup is overflowing.
One of my daily reads is RED LETTER CHRISTIANS. It is a ministry which I use to lead my desire for simplicity in my faith walk. You may have a red letter KJV Bible as I do. Mine was presented to me on the occasion of confirmation at age 13 into the Lutheran Church. Over the years I felt a need to add a Scofield, a Comparative Study Bible which presents 4 translations side-by-side, and an American Standard Bible. I also have a translation of the Torah and a Concordance. Additionally, my book shelves overflow with commentaries and theological opinions.
I am not trying to impress you with my collection of books. I am letting you know that I am the ultimate doubter. I am the apostle Thomas in the Jesus story. “Let me see your hands with the nail holes and the scars on your head from the crown of thorns. Prove to me through the many books which I have read that you are real, that you are indeed a Lord and Master.”
And nothing happened. I learned an abundance of information about Israel, about Jerusalem, about the apostles who followed Jesus, about life under the Jewish religious hierarchy, about the oppression of the common people. But, I sadly realized that somehow I was not getting the message. And why was that?
I began to understand through engaging with the community of ‘red letter Christians’, those followers who find their truth in the red letters of the Bible, the words which are attributed to Jesus, the Christ, the union of man and God. The words, the teachings, the parables, the healings popped off the printed page and became real when I saw them as a guide to living rather than a God 101 course. When I read those red letters as a call to action rather than a statement of belief, my faith can be transactional rather than static.
I believe Jesus spoke those red letter words in his ministry, but it doesn’t matter if he did not. I believe he walked the earth as a common peasant, that he had healing powers, that he performed miracles, that he died on a cross. But it does not matter if he did not because I do not worship Jesus, I merely aspire in my everyday life to be more like the man portrayed in my Bible. I accept those red letters presented to doubters like me as proof that you and I can hope to live life abundantly even when persecuted, even when destitute, even when crucified for being who we are.
Many of you, like me, grew up in churches with spectacular stained glass windows, with a crucifix in the sanctuary and paintings depicting Biblical stories. Some of us mistakenly were taught to worship those icons and images. The heavens were filled with angels and a wrathful God holding lightning bolts in his hand. We recited the Creeds as statements of belief. But nowhere in those creeds does the humanity of Jesus take precedence. The love, compassion, forgiveness are forgotten. In the Apostles’ Creed Jesus is taken from “born of the Virgin Mary” to persecution under Pontius Pilate to crucifixion on the cross, to death.
Did Jesus not live a life in his 32-34 years walking the earth between “born of the Virgin Mary” to “died and was buried”? That was the missing link in my years playing the role of doubting Thomas. The red letters tell me about the man who ministered to the poor, healed the broken, forgave the sinner, and also lived his life abundantly. He did not shy away from a wedding with flowing wine or a good time with friends or supper with society’s disenfranchised.
That’s the Jesus to whom I can relate, the one I want my life to emulate.