Look up the word. It entails a religious person doing something. The religious person who has read the holy scriptures, prayed the written prayers, and sung the hymns of old is moved out from the shadow of the Bible and into the light of the stories it tells.
Demons get cast out of people.
Thousands are fed.
People walk on water.
Water turns to wine.
The dead are raised to life.
The more educated I became about the Bible, I found myself coming up with reasonable solutions as to why the stories it told weren’t actually true. They were just folk tales told to kids back then, giving answers to life’s tough questions.
Red Seas can’t actually part.
The lame couldn’t really have been healed.
Jesus couldn’t have turned a few fishes into a Sizzler buffet.
And there is no way Jesus really stepped out of a tomb after being crucified.
These were only stories that had some moral lesson in it…right?
And so I went to Israel on pilgrimage.
And here I am today, writing to tell you I had it all wrong.
I’ve been to the hillbilly town of Nazareth. I’ve sat at the Sea of Galilee where Jesus fed more than five thousand people. I’ve sailed the sea where Jesus walked over the waters. I stood above the house where Jesus taught Peter and the Apostles, and I’ve even baptized people in the river Jordan.
By day two in Israel I could not stop the tears from streaming down my eyes.
I was terribly convicted. I found that I had domesticated Scripture. As long as I told the Bible how it should behave and highlighted the passages that best suited my lifestyle, it could be that book to help me when I called for assistance. I was its master and it worked well that way.
Pilgrimage, however, offers a different kind of outcome than I had planned.
The stories I read in the Bible were journal entries describing spiritual lessons that challenged this physical realm called earth. These storytelling priests described a backwards kingdom whenever they encountered God and maybe that explains why Scripture often seems ridiculous to me.
It’s into that ridiculous story that God calls us.
Scripture challenges us to imagine a world run by God. In that world the poor are rich, the blind can see, the first are last, enemies are my friends, people can command the oceans, and special needs kids can talk. I read that and I wanted to believe the Bible but, “surely God, you don’t do this today.” And so, at just the right time in my life, God called me to pilgrimage. He called out from across the ocean and said, “Come Shawn!: taste, see, feel, and experience.”
And everything I wanted to believe, I now do.
I know now what God wants us to see. I know exactly what everyone in our church needs to do to see what God wants us to see. And so I ask you, the reader, do you want to see? If not, all you will ever know about God is what others tell you. But if you want to see, get ready for the pilgrimage. For God is only experienced in that. When you say to God, “I’m with you, where else can I go?” you invite God into your story. And we don’t read the stories of a sedentary God. No, this God, when invited in, does the unimaginable. I can testify to it! God has taken me, this broken boy from a troubled home and set his course straight. He has taught me that mute sons have much more to say and teach than I could have ever imagined. He has given me a loving wife, a brilliant daughter, and a stable home life. Where I’m from that doesn’t happen. But it did happen…and because I went to the land of miracles God showed me how the kingdom really works.
If only we invite God in, if only we dared to believe and follow His ways…
That proverbial Red Sea in your life would split to allow you to get through it.
The life trials you never wanted would become your saving graces.
And healing might come in the acceptance that life serves us what it will and God won’t let us walk it alone.
Pilgrimage is us waking up each day and realizing that the God of the Bible is waiting for us to open our eyes each morning. He has called us to taste and see life, in all it has to offer, the good and the bad, knowing that he will let the storm rage on simply to get us to stop trusting in ourselves and to instead, trust in the God who is Lord of the seas.
The Psalmist writes, “I lift up my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from?” His answer, “my help comes from the Lord, the maker of Heaven and earth.”
He writes a song that only a person who pilgrimages with God everyday could write.
May each day be a spirit filled adventure that shapes and redefines who we are.
One can prepare for a trip…
That’s what all of us here did. The 2CC Israel pilgrims packed our bags and imagined going on an adventure that would take us to the place where Jesus walked. For me, my imagination filled with all of the things that I had learned about in school along with all of the stories I had read in the Bible.
However, within the first day, the reality of what I was getting myself into quickly began taking shape as a world I never saw became real.
Here is an account of one of those instances.
Our guide and seminary professor Dr. Widbin, brought us to a hillside where the popular prophetic hillbilly/rabbi and his disciples had drawn a crowd of people. On that hot hillside many of us huddled for some of the shade under the single tree there. Dr. Widbin began telling us a story all of us had heard before but he prefaced with this caveat, "this may challenge you a bit." He knew we had read this as a story of magic, awe, and wonder...a divine intervention that while powerful, presents Jesus as one who did things that today, we as believers, could only fathom in our wildest of imaginations...
Crowds drawn, families would have covered the hillside, rushing to find a good spot like all of us had, parents would have surely brought along at least some snacks for their kids so that they could enjoy what the popular prophet Jesus would bring.
Maybe a healing...
Maybe a transfiguration...
Maybe a resurrection...
Maybe a mind-blowing sermon...
Maybe even...feeding all of these people that had come to see him.
And so Jesus looked out and began to tell the people about how the kingdom of Heaven operated. The kingdom of heaven is like...
It is like a person who had brought food to a picnic for themselves. They arrived to the picnic and found that some people didn't have any food. It is a place where people might dare to offer a small portion of their food with those around them.
The crowds likely thought, as all would, this a kind gesture, "ah Jesus, what a wonderful teaching."
He wasn't done...
The prophet continued... The kingdom of heaven is like a person who brought a picnic for themselves and then gave it all away to those who didn't have any food.
And now, the crowds, maybe they began to think Jesus had only become so popular because he was a tad bit crazy.
"All of it? What about me?, My children, my family first..." the crowd would have thought...as I would have too.
One parent may have thought, "maybe we should leave. It's getting late and we only have a little food for our kids, this man is silly."
But then it happened. One of the kids in the crowd, unwrapping the bread and small fish their parents had packed for them to eat walks up to the prophet and says, "like this Rabbi?" and hands Jesus the bread and fish.
A child sharing all their food with a stranger.
Then it happened.
The child had set off a chain reaction of generosity.
Looking in their baskets, led by the likes of a child, the people began to see what Jesus was teaching. Sharing, exchanging, feeding one another, looking out for one another, making sure no one had any need...
Thousands were fed that day because Jesus had brought the people the way of this kingdom he had been talking about.
This was the miracle he brought. A new paradigm, a new way of living, communal living , it was a kingdom that even a child could understand.
Jesus' miracle became more than just a text I once read...it became something I could imagine to see happening in my own community. If only I would stand up as he and challenge us to live lives of selflesslessness. Jesus taught his hearers that God was in this exchange, God would be found in the giving, and that it was this heart that he hoped all his disciples would adopt.
May we read the story today and ask, "how might I be the catalyst for a movement of Christ-like selflessness in my home, work, friendships, and the like?"
If a child could do it, I'm sure we could find a way as well.
What is it you and I are holding onto that is keeping the Kingdom of Heaven from finding its home in our genuine love for one another as the people of God?
You can begin at home, work, school, our churches, or anywhere but today we ask, "God lead me in your ways and help me to serve those you would have me serve just like you do 2000 years ago."
Myself, Courtney, Kathy, Diana, Corolla, Bob and AieTek all arrived in Israel safely. It has been two days now and we have already been so moved by what we are experiencing. We are here with another church and a couple other pastors, all under the care of my seminary professor, Dr. Widbin.
We have already been to Caesarea of King Herod the Great. We walked through the ruins of his palace and heard the stories of those who came before us. St. Peter and St. Paul would have presented themselves in this place, introducing the Gospel, originally meant only for the Jewish people, now to the Gentiles. It was in this moment that every Christian you see can be traced back to this place. It blows my mind that if not for the courage of these two to follow Gods call, that the churches we occupy today, the buildings that we have poured so much time and energy into, would not exist nor would the stories from within that tell of Gods love for all people.
Below are some snapshots, few of many, that I will share more of...once the internet is a bit better :D
Please keep us all in prayer as I remember you all in mine.
June 2nd-4th was a wonderful weekend here at Second Congregational Church.
On Friday night we listened to the GHS jazz band under the tent.
Saturday we hosted a local band called Kings Highway, ate tacos from the food truck on our campus, and enjoyed each others company as we danced the evening away.
Lastly, on Sunday, we had a church service outdoors. After worship, we had a BBQ and watched kids jump in bouncy houses and magician who entertained guests with amazing tricks.
We hope everyone had a great time and we also appreciate everyone who helped pull it off!
We never know when someone might be visiting us for the first time. It is always good to assume that it can happen each week. Please be ready to greet a new face in the congregation on Sunday, who knows, it might be a future leader in our church!
Who are you inviting next week?