InLove said:
In a fallen world, the Truth that offered peace from the beginning is misunderstood (my paraphrase of John 1), and it is this misunderstanding that brings division.
Wherever there is light, there is exposure, and people do not like to have that light shine in the corners they cannot clean. even if the light has come to help.
I suppose the simplest example of what Jesus was warning us of could be found right in my own family. During the 60s and 70s, we grew up in a very Old Roman Catholic parish, and way of thinking. Everything was quiet, orderly, dogmatic, ritualistic, and somewhat empty. Then my mother discovered the Catholic Charismatic movement. A far cry from traditional old world catholicism to say the least!
At first we were intrigued and amused, but then her new found faith began to "interfere" with our traditional views and ways. The Bible was being read for hours a day, and we had to sit and listen, the churches we began attending were anything but quiet and reserved, people spoke in strange sounds, and fell on the floor, people didn't shake hands at the sign of peace, they bear hugged and cried and laughed. Even the priest picked out a melody with a guitar as he gove his sermon (while wearing a simple cassack and open toed sandels, and wearing his hair half way down his back).
Dad, didn't know what to make of it, but loved his wife, so he went along gingerly, but we teenagers said "NO WAY". To make a long story short, there was a great rift in our family over Jesus, and church. I was given the ultimatum of complying, or leaving the house. So at sixteen I packed my bags and left.
Can you imagine that? I wanted the traditional ways, they wanted the newer freer way...so I rebelled and left? What irony
The truth was, that Jesus really did come into strong presence in our home. We just couldn't handle the intensity. My Mom was ready, but the rest of us were not. And to complicate matters, in her exuberance, she intended to show us the way whether we liked it or not.
Our quiet, orderly home and family got violently shaken awake for a few years. And it took time for the rest of us to come to understand, accept, and revel in the truth of the Spirit of God. It also took a little time for the healing of the rift to happen.
Today, when I go home on leave and head to church with my parents. Mom goes right up to the alter and gets into the excitement. Dad goes half way up and acts as usher for the parisheners who wish to go up.
And I, well I stay in the back of the church, but I have a huge grin on my face, and I enjoy my parents, the people and the wonder of Jesus. I don't mind people coming up to me and being touchy feely (very tactile oriented parish folk), nor do they try pushing me to be the same.
But it could have all blown up so many years ago, when Jesus entered my family's house and lives, if one or some of us hadn't secretly wanted Him there.
We just weren't ready for the ride...
v/r
Q