What’s Your Message?
Have
you ever been in a conversation and thought, “I’m getting mixed signals here;
what’s the message?” No means yes, yes
means maybe, maybe means ‘isn’t going to happen’. What’s your message?
One
of the lectionary readings this week is in Exodus. We pick up just after Pharaoh has let the
Hebrews leave. They get to the edge of
the sea and WHOA…look at all that water.
God parts the sea and lets them pass on dry land. A few verses later he lets Pharaoh’s
soldiers get just far enough in, gums up their chariot wheels and then pulls
the plug. The water covers them and
“none survive.” The slaves, now safely
on shore, sing and dance and praise God for His deliverance (Ex 15:2 -- The
LORD is my strength and my might, and he has become my salvation; this is my
God and I will praise him…). They make
up a song, Miriam gets a group together with tambourines, and again they
sing. That’s right up through Chapter
14. By Chapter 16, they are all whining
and complaining that there is not enough food and water. Again, God provides. As we arrive at Chapter 20, Moses enters the
cloud, goes up on the mountain and receives the Commandments (and other rules)
from God. This whole time, at the bottom
of the mountain, the native are restless. As Chapter 32 unfolds, Aaron is throwing a
gold party, and it seems that golden calf is on the menu. God is great… as long as he gives us what we
want. What’s your message?
I
have had the opportunity to ride in the Bishop’s Bike Ride to Annual Conference. We trek from Charleston, along two-lane
country roads, with our end destination being Wesley Chapel on the campus of
West Virginia Wesleyan College. It’s 150
miles over two days. It is an awesome
way to see some of the scenic beauty of West Virginia at a snail’s pace
compared to the same route by car. We travel
through many little towns (some I had never heard of until the ride). Riding a bicycle on a road populated by
automobiles can be tricky even on a good day. A light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak,
is that ever-familiar diamond shaped sign with its outline of a bike and the
words “SHARE THE ROAD.” When that sign is spotted, a rider can finally
exhale as the thought passes through his rapidly pedaling brain, “This is a town
that sees a lot of riders. They will be ready for us and will indeed Share the
Road.” It does not take long for the
pulse to quicken and the side-to-side sweep of the head to begin as he gets
closer to the (wonderful) sign and discovers that it is full of bullet
holes. What’s your message? Welcome, just stay off MY road!
Questionnaires
focused on service workers reveal that restaurant employees dislike Sunday
lunch more than any other shift. They
say that the church crowds are the worst.
They are impatient, demanding, hateful and the absolute WORST of all
(especially to someone who waits tables) they don’t TIP. What’s our message?
I’ll
close with this little ditty. It’s an oldie but goodie, and I think
timely. A woman traveling very close to
the car in front of her is obviously irritated that the driver ahead does not
share her sense of urgency. The driver
in front slows entering an intersection. Clearly frustrated, the woman ‘leans’ on her
car horn. The man in the car, maybe just
to get away, makes a quick left across traffic onto a side street – without using
a signal. The woman, now more agitated
than ever, begins to yell obscenities through her open window, she thrusts her
arm from the same open window, and without troubling three of the fingers or
the thumb on that hand ensures that this no-signal-slow-poke understands that
he is her “Number 1.” And for good
measure, steering with her knees at this point, she lays on the horn until the
intersection is out of sight. A police
officer stopped nearby witnesses the entire exchange. As the woman’s car clears the intersection,
the police office becomes alarmed. He immediately activates the car siren and
flashing lights. He pulls the woman to
the side of the road and with little or no conversation puts her into the
cruiser and takes her to jail. Time
passes at the police station and finally the woman, the officer and a
supervisor are all brought together. The
woman DEMANDS to know what is going on.
Prompted to speak by the supervisor the police office recounts for the woman
what he saw and heard at the intersection.
He ends by saying when I saw your car pass by me with its “Follow Me to
Church’” and “HONK if you Love Jesus” bumper stickers, its Christian fish outline
stuck just below the name of the car and the WWJD transfer on the rear glass…I
naturally assumed that the car had been stolen. What’s your message?
We
outwardly show symbols of our Christianity but do we outwardly show our
Christianity? Maybe it’s a talk the talk or a walk the walk thing. What’s your message?
“Preach
the Gospel at all times and when necessary use words” -St.Francis of Assisi
Steve Matthews
