I walked on the beach this morning as Isaias bears down on us. There were thousands of shells on the beach, each the small exoskeleton of some small, mindless, blob-ish bit of life. Life which is insignificant and inconsequential to us, but each beginning and end marked by its creator.
What? You thought it was just the cute and fuzzy birds of the field?
God notices and values the things we don’t.
The Bible says his ways are not our ways and so many of the things that we may deem important, really aren’t. To hear some American Christians talk, the ability to make a lot of money is a gift and capitalism was a footnote on the ten commandments that Moses, his face all aglow from the presence of God, brought down to the Children of Israel from Mt. Sinai.
But the Bible speaks of money and riches as a liability to entering the kingdom of God and says if you have two coats and your brother has none, give him one of yours. Further, the example of the economics of the first Christian community were such that they pooled their resources together.
This all sounds like some other “ism” to me.
But, we hem and haw and explain things away that make us uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Jesus is telling the rich young ruler to sell all he has and give it to the poor specifically because he knew it was a stronghold in his life.
Perhaps we sometimes prevent the work of God in a person’s life by trying to explain away the difficult parts.