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Wednesday, February 7, 2024
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Saturday, April 3, 2021
The Untorn Robe
John 19:23-24
When the soldiers had crucified Jesus, they took his garments and divided them into four parts, one part for each soldier; also his tunic. But the tunic was seamless, woven in one piece from top to bottom, so they said to one another, “Let us not tear it, but cast lots for it to see whose it shall be.” This was to fulfill the scripture which says,
So the soldiers did these things.
This was what I was reading this morning when I was internally stopped to ask and wonder: What was the significance of the seamless, untorn tunic? It was the words “woven in one piece from top to bottom” followed by “Let us not tear it” that got my attention—because we’ve seen some of those words in other books of the Bible recounting this very same series of events, but used differently.
What was torn, almost immediately after this scene? The Temple curtain. How was it torn? From top to bottom. Surely John’s choice of language is not accidental. Is there a connection to be made?
In John’s account alone, this detail about the tunic is given. And from John’s account alone, the detail about the Temple curtain is omitted. So I ask, “Why, John? Why the maverick approach? Why the different focus but the similar language? What is it you want to show us by taking this very specific but alternate track?"
Matthew, Mark, and Luke all affirm that while Jesus is being crucified, his garments are divided near the foot of the cross. All three also tie his death to the curtain being torn in two. Both Matthew and Mark specifically say the curtain tore from top to bottom. (The word used actually means “from above.” Fascinatingly, it’s the same word that is used for Jesus who came “from above,” and for the power Pilate has, which would not be his if it were not granted him “from above.” The curtain tore “from above”—perhaps implying that the power that tore it was not earthly. This robe, then, woven in one piece “from above”. . . what might you make of that?)
But, Matthew, Mark, and Luke don’t mention the single-piece robe among the garments. Only the curtain and the garments in general.
Scholars all seem to be in agreement that the mention in all four gospels that the garments are divided is a reference meant to show that Jesus filled the prophecy of Psalm 22:18: “They divide my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots.” From this same Psalm come the words Jesus cries out from the cross: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” and also the imagery, “They have pierced my hands and feet.” These are all signposts: Evidences that the Christ who was prophesied to come is indeed this very Jesus now upon the cross. A thousand years passed from the time Psalm 22 was written until it was fulfilled.
So in his mercy, God created again. He made tunics for them, and he covered them.
The need of a tunic was established at the beginning of our story.
But that clothing that we now must wear that keeps us separate from one another and from God isn’t always maintained in its own unity. Most of our clothing is made with seams and we all know what happens with seams eventually: They give up. They tear. They rend. Rending clothes is symbolic too, not just a practical matter of use and age. In 1 Kings 11: 29-33, the prophet Ahijah tears his new garment as a symbol of coming disunity. God is going to divide the kingdom over sin. Separation is a reason for mourning. The garment is torn in grief as well as prophecy. When Job learned of the calamity that had befallen him, he tore his clothes in an act of both great mourning and worship—recognizing that he came naked into the world, that all he had was from God, and therefore God’s to take. (Job 1:20). The Bible is full of clothes-tearers: Reuben, Joshua and Caleb, David and his men, Athaliah, Mordecai, Hezekiah… the list goes on and on.
But there was one person of great biblical importance who was not to tear his clothes: Aaron, the high priest, and the high priests who would inherit their position after him, for generations. While the people mourned their separation from God, the high priest donned a tunic that could not be torn, and in it, he entered into God’s holy presence in the Holy of Holies, behind the curtain. With his unrent tunic against his own skin, covering his own shame, Aaron did not mourn. Instead, he dealt with mourning. He brought atonement for the people’s sin that was the reason for mourning. Exodus 28:32 tells us about this garment that went beneath the ephod. “You shall make the robe (or tunic) of the ephod all of blue. It shall have an opening for the head in the middle of it, with a woven binding around the opening, like the opening in a garment, so that it may not tear.”
That certainly sounds like a garment of all one piece, doesn’t it? No seams to reinforce but only the opening for the head. And it is emphasized: so that it may not tear.
These garments were preserved and passed on to other generations of priests. Exodus 29:30 says “The holy garments of Aaron shall be for his sons after him; they shall be anointed in them and ordained in them. The son who succeeds him as priest, who comes into the tent of meeting to minister in the Holy Place, shall wear them seven days.” Each time the high priest entered into God’s presence, behind the curtain, he had to be clothed in these garments, “so that he does not die.” (Exodus 28:35) It’s not time yet for all the shame and sin to be exposed in full. The annual ritual atonement that Aaron and the next generations of priests will perform are always partial, and must be repeated and repeated.
When Jesus went to the cross, he went in this very significant and noteworthy piece of clothing. He was dressed to make an atoning presentation to God. On the previous Thursday evening, he had received the burden he was taking on, for which to atone. He had become sin then, taking onto himself not just my sin and the sin of those men with him that night, but “the sins of the world.” Aaron declared the sins of the people imputed to an animal. Jesus knelt in Gethsemane, and called it all onto himself. Past, present, future. No wonder he sweat drops of blood. If we think he stumbled on that so-called Via Dolorosa under the weight of the wood he was carrying, perhaps we are not fully aware of the weight he had actually accepted, which set him on that path.
As we work our way through the Stations of the Cross during Holy Week, we note that “Jesus is stripped.” We are reminded to reflect on his humility, that God would be exposed, naked, before the world. But in reality, so great is our union with him in his purpose, that it is not just his nakedness on that tree. It’s all of mine. It’s yours. It’s the apostles, the soldiers, his mother Mary’s. We are bound to him and it is our shame and humility that he purposefully takes there—when his garment is removed. We are exposed with every bit of the ugliness that we brought to Gethsemane. We are naked on that cross, before God and the entire world, for both Jew and Gentile were present there.
It really is finished.
Saturday, November 7, 2020
The Case for Odd-Numbered Place Settings
Today, a young couple gathered with friends and family to receive gifts in anticipation of their upcoming wedding. Their gift registry was modest, by anyone’s standards. Only four plates. Four glasses. The most basic kitchen needs.
It was charming, really, the simplicity with which they are looking ahead to their union and housekeeping. I appreciate the minimalist approach. There are far more important things to think about and invest in than the maintenance of much STUFF.
But even as I pieced together my gift selection for them from their registry, to try to help in meeting their needs as well as their expectations, I did invest in one item that they might consider superfluous: a fifth dinner plate.
My daughter, through whom I know this couple, had already purchased for them the four plates they had registered for and requested. I added a fifth, and along with it, an explanatory note, which was inspired by my own long history of life at this point, and the knowledge that these young two truly desire to honor Christ in their marriage.
So I wrote a note, and it said something like this, or at least, this is what I intended to say in that dashed-off missive:
Blessings of grace and peace and mercy and joy to you in your new marriage! The gift you find here of the fifth and odd-numbered dinner plate is to serve a purpose as a reminder in your marriage as you gather with others to nourish bodies and friendships, to remember the sojourner, the widow, the orphan, the single person, the lonely elderly neighbor, and to set a place for one who might not be so embraced at the table as those who are bound in pairs. For this is true religion: to visit the widow and the orphan and remain unstained by the world.
I myself have recently married after six years of singleness. It was a long six years. In that time, I realized that while I have far more than four plates (I do enjoy inviting in), neither my “good” china nor my everyday stoneware inhabit the cabinet in even numbers. There are 13 of one and 15 of another—and that wasn’t intentional. Over time, a piece here or there was broken. But the odd number still serves as a reminder.
I don’t have an extra plate to be left off as I fill the table with pairs and couples. Even now that I’m married, I don’t have an extra plate to leave in the cabinet. I have an extra opportunity. An opportunity to bring in one more, someone who, like I was all those years, may be eating alone on the night of . . . whatever event we’re having, whether it’s our annual Friendsgiving—a gathering of mostly singles I have hosted for several years and intend to continue even though I am married again now—or just dinner, at home when someone single crosses my mind.
And this I would offer: If a single person crosses your mind, don’t dismiss it. That’s very likely a God-nudge to bring that person somehow into fellowship. Clearly, God wants to talk to you about that person, and maybe what he wants to say is “Reach out. Include. Visit. Invite.”
And if you too have an odd number of plates on your shelf, think of setting an odd number of places at your table, and find that lonely soul who needs you.
Thursday, April 23, 2020
Thoughts on Day 40: Life in the Time of Corona
Perhaps there’s some epidemiological science behind that. It seems reasonable to think so. But I also think there’s some Creator-inspired psychology behind it. I think of how we started out 40 days ago. Sure, we didn’t like this—didn’t relish or enjoy it—but it felt like something of an adventure, and I for one dive into adventure with vigor. At first. My intuition had told me as far back as early February that something was likely to “go down,” and so I had made a little game with the girls of selecting strategic items to add to our normal weekly grocery shopping. Before there were even rumors of isolation, we had a small surplus store of pasta, peanut butter, beans, rice, applesauce, pet food, and acetominaphen. (Always ridiculed by my daughters about my personal dread of running out of toilet paper, I failed this time to stock up on that precious commodity in advance, however.)
We made some plans about how to address a temporary isolation. Schools sent home student laptops. We baked a little. We pulled out games and a puzzle. We planned movie nights and took youth group to Zoom. We were so going to do this! And we did, without much strain despite the uncertainty for the first two weeks.
We’re not hungry. We’re not cold. We’re not even alone. We have each other and we connect with people by text and phone and social media and Zoom. But even so, we know we need something else. It’s not enough. And I think this is where the development of real patience and perseverance and healthy dependency upon someone other than ourselves to sustain our whole-image health has opportunity to get roots and grow… around the 40 day mark. It’s too long for us. We want it to end, now—just as it has the potential to develop something lasting within us. Endurance. Endurance doesn’t come easily. It isn’t born into us. It’s nurtured into us. It doesn’t spring up like a weed but grows like an oak—from something small but lasting, that takes a long time to become mighty.
We’re becoming more aware of our needs beyond the physical. We’re becoming something. We’re becoming.
I don’t want to miss this. I want to welcome it. I want to receive it. Despite all the hardship, I’m trying to open my hand to what this is working in us—individually, as a family, as a community, as a nation, as a world. May there be fruit in the future.
Monday, March 23, 2020
Life in the Age of Coronavirus, Day 9: The Tears Come
And there they were. The tears, for a stranger. For the man, yes. For his parish, yes. For love, for sorrow, for anguish. For anger at this stupid virus that is sweeping our planet. Taking away Don Giuseppe Berardellis abroad and at home.
For something else too. For the sheer, perfect beauty of it. It’s a beauty that can’t be grasped without tears. Self-sacrifice. Greater love has no man than this, and we know it. We know it so much that we can’t experience this kind of beauty with glee. It has to hurt. It’s too foreign to us. Too vast. Too other. I recognize it but can’t take it in. The tears and sobs push it OUT, OUT! It doesn’t belong in me.
Mercy, mercy! God have mercy on us all.
And thank you for Don Giuseppe Berardelli. May his memory be eternal.
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
Life in the Age of Coronavirus, COVID-19: Tuesday, 3/17/20
This is Day 3 of home quarantine for me. It’s only Day 1 for my college girl since she had to leave to go move out of her dorm. As the extrovert in the family, I expect to struggle the most with the isolation.
We text throughout the day and talk on the phone at night when we can. It’s something. Long ago, people wrote letters. They waited weeks for a reply. We can do this.