Another sign of otherness in
me was as I encountered people along the way; and when I found myself on the
last plane ride between the Holy Land and us, giggling
and cuddly with my Mom on the plane, the Lord reminded me that affection was all
but plague to me before Love (1 John 4: 7-11) entered my heart to dwell.
I knew even
as a young child that I did not have
the ability to love my family in my own power. There was a wall there; I
couldn’t do it. It was as if that part of the imago Dei was missing from
my DNA, that aspect of creaturely-ness withheld. And I was at least aware
enough to know that love was something I utterly did not
understand.
But there I was: on a plane across the Atlantic
Ocean with a closeness to my family and friends that I am neither capable of creating nor maintaining. It
is fellowship, and it is a gift from
God (1 John 1:7).
Speaking of people, there is something uniquely mosaic
about getting on an international flight. But I suppose flight in general has a
beautiful aspect of bringing all sorts of people together (into one tight and
mostly uncomfortable place). But this flight had Jewish people:
some beautiful, some modern, some burly, and some orthodox. What I’m getting at
is the sense of self-awareness that
comes when your chosen appearance (by way of clothing, grooming, etc.) is
starkly contrasted to another or multiples around you.
It wasn’t even
the different language that was spoken that heightened the barrier. It was the body
language. I tried to smile at them with the love of Christ on more than one
occasion, and instantly felt burning judgment from
their eyes for my clothing and perceived ignorance I assumed (mainly from the
orthodox males). But having a Messianic Jewish friend and knowing the
seriousness with which they have made covenant with their eyes and minds and
bodies, I found myself dwelling in the background of my mind about this acceptance that
I could not and would not be receiving from these people.
And you know what? I found my flesh trying to
think of ways that would be good to change to
please them, second guessing that I could be wrong
about the way I think and dress and interact in public.
Thanks be to the Holy Spirit who revealed the
foolishness of that thinking! But it was astonishing and wind-sucking to me how
quickly and convincingly those doubts and lies
interjected.
One theme it made me think about was human
psychology, and the Scripture where God says that,
God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outer appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart
1 Samuel 16:7b
This particular Word was given to Samuel, who
anointed the first kings of Israel: Saul and David. God actually spoke it to
Samuel while he was trying to figure out from
a lineup which of Jesse’s sons God had already chosen to be king. Samuel was
using human measurements:
power in the form of burliness and commanding presence, weakness in the lack
thereof, etc. This is the very reason we are called to walk by faith and
not by sight, which basically means we’re walking blind since the passage in
Hebrews is pretty clear that faith is the evidence of things unseen.
The real question that was churning in my heart
was not actually about whether I should wear a head covering and change into a
skirt. The real question was: do you believe Me?
Because if I believe Jesus that He has set me free from the law of sin
and death into a law of grace and life, in
which the Holy Spirit will tell me when there are things (habits, choices,
lifestyle, words etc.) that need to change in order to better glorify God, then
I am not swayed to change in order to gain man’s approval,
whether by the garb of wealthy Americans or Hassidic prayer shawls.
It also made me think of Galatians,
Paul’s first letter to a branch of the church of Jesus. This letter is a
powerful argument about not being swayed by men into laws (and more importantly
the all-consuming mindset of do-this-lists), and
holding to the pure faith of the gospel of Christ. There
are many other things I could say about this letter, but I’ll save you a chunk
of time so you can spend it with Galatians for yourself J
The Word was comforting, clarifying…swaddling in
a way as I remembered the sweet command,
It was for freedom that Christ set us free;
therefore, keep standing firm, and
do not be subject again to a yoke of slavery. Galatians 5:1
Later on the flight, in that last hour before we
landed in Tel Aviv, I studied a passage from 1 Kings
(which is awesome by the way). I wondered on the inside what the Jewish people
around me were thinking. Did they see me
studying the Old Testament? Did they see the colored pencils and become offended?
Did they see the contentment on my face, or the way my fingers touched the
words on the pages with affection? I don’t know; but it felt like a little
victory to quietly spend that time learning about God in public. It felt like
standing firm, and believing.
You’ve been so kind to make it this far into the
post, and I haven’t even told you the things you wanted to know about yet
(ISRAEL)! But I just want to leave you with one last passage. It’s from 1
Kings 8, where Solomon dedicates the temple (the first stationary place of
worship to God ever built) with prayer and sacrifice and celebration. At the
end of His prayer (which is also beautiful and very rich), he says a blessing
in which some of my favorite requests to the Lord are recorded:
May the Lord our God be with us, as He was
with our fathers; may He not leave us or forsake us, that He may incline our
hearts to Himself to walk in all His ways and to keep His commandments and His
statutes and His ordinances, which He commanded our fathers. And may these
words of mine, with which I have made supplication before the LORD, be near to
the LORD our God day and night, that He may maintain the cause of His servant
and the cause of His people Israel, as each day requires, so that all the
peoples of the earth may know that the Lord is God; there is no one else. Let
your heart therefore be wholly devoted to the LORD our God, to walk in His
statutes and to keep His commandments as it is this day.
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