Thursday evening I viewed Episodes 1-2-3 of Season 4 of The Chosen. Although the jury may still out on the effectiveness of this monumental spiritual film project, I’m embarrassed to admit I’d not seen even one episode prior. I suspect that fact is connected somehow to my lifelong aversion to theaters, movies, sitcoms, even today’s media deceptive narratives, etc., likely stemming from my childhood being devoid of Hollywood’s visual stimulations during the fifties, sixties and even into the seventies, causing me to focus, since my first six grades were spent in three one room township schoolhouses since ‘54, and until college, I existed entirely on library books, magazines such as the Gospel Herald, Christian Living, Readers Digest, Farm Journal, radio, and absolutely, no television.
It is understandable then, that blogging now best serves me as my public medium of communication, and especially so during my wanning years of any mental and physical presence I may have once possessed. However, in contrast, the Apostle Paul was physically and mentally in his prime (though possibly with limitations) when he dialogued with the men of Athens at the Areopagus on Mar’s Hill.
Yes indeed, I understand The Chosen is just a movie, but Thursday night, my heart, soul, and mind so fully resonated with Jesus firmly speaking truth in love while fully engaged with the Pharisees, that those sights and sounds somehow did a system reboot amongst all my spiritual circuitry, replacing the old benchmarks, installing new protocols, all of which, deposited me fully alive in the presence of God, both ready and desirous, to only do His bidding. The film even awaken past public experiences as a child when the Spirit’s presence was every bit as real as John Burke’s book “Imagine Heaven” interviews of 1000 NDE”s (near death experiences) with one being Howard Storm, a former ardent atheist, Northern KE University, professor and chairman of the art dept, more recently a television director and actor, writer (publishing in 2000 his book My Descent Into Death), painter, and now a Christian minister in Covington OH, graduating from Union Theological Seminary with an MDiv. He is described on pages 217-222 What about hell; 232-233 Hell’s welcoming committee; and 239-241 Life Review. I have copies to loan you if interested in reading the book.
Today it is appallingly apparent that the skill set, or the art of creatively engaging dialogue while in dissension, whether it be with those in the next pew, OR perhaps, even with the vilest atheist available, such as Howard Storm mentioned above, or whomever you can imagine, such skills are sorely missing today judging from our empty spiritual-go-to-battle toolboxes or arsenals. I choose to remember that even as our most exquisite genetically endowed gifts lavishly received at birth, can be wasted, even annihilated, so too can be our acquired spiritual battle tools; especially when they are just ignored for decades, and are now, even scorned and ridiculed. May God forgive us on many fronts; perhaps even for such as thinking we’re too intellectual for reading Psalms, such as the one below.
After three plus hours of such visual and verbal stimulation; I compare it to like drinking from a pressurized fire hose. I was at a loss to describe it. I slept really well that night but minutes after awakening and reading Utmost for March 29 (Our Lord’s Surprise Visits), and then while riding the stationary bike to get my blood moving, I had an understanding summarizing my visual overload from The Chosen.
And it was solely centered on the encounter Jesus had with the Pharisee’s after restoring sight to the blind man, encapsulating the pain and frustration of the masses, the evil driven self-protecting totally misdirected destructive agendas of both the religious and political powers of that moment, thwarting any possibility of a peaceful resolve in such chaos….
And, then I realized like by a lightening bolt, oh my goodness, this is us TODAY! Just Stop, Look, Listen to the media noise about us that we’ve become so accustomed to continually unconsciously absorbing this evil, (totally opposite of abiding in Christ) that we no longer even detect warnings for us to seek safety, by turning off our bodies fight or flight responses! Today when we’re confronted with such snippets of truth from our present realities, perhaps even from scenes such as The Chosen, do we simply continue to yawn seeking comfort from our favorite soothing camouflaging addictive whatever? And if we are so tempered, it seems we only resort to speaking our mind when our “peace and prosperity” is threatened, perhaps then even ridiculing or threatening those in disagreement. Both the Romans and the Pharisees in The Chosen were exemplary in their depictions of being ruled by hate.
The final realization given me this morning was a mere wisp of greater understanding that may well perhaps be developed in the remaining episodes; and that is simply this: what is our response to be to this man Jesus, and His teachings? It was the tension of the subtle undercurrent connecting all the scenes that I witnessed in the three episodes. It was their struggle then. It is still ours today. And it will be yours and mine tomorrow.
And so, it will continue to be for each of us, from the very first time we open our heart’s door to allow Him entrance, thus bringing us initially salvation, then continuing on with His gift of a full Life, and after that, for as long as we live in the Spirit, our daily opportunity to live in the moment whenever we hear His knocking.
This all reminds me of the world-famous allegorical painting by the English artist William Holman Hunt titled “The Light of the World,” commonly known as the “sermon in a frame” where Jesus, carrying a lantern, is depicted at a door with no handle on the outside. The door is overgrown with weeds, and the nails and hinges are rusted, implying the door has never been opened. The message: it is up to the person on the other side of the door to let Jesus in.
Bottom line for us today, before we part, besides further contemplating the significance of His death and resurrection, is asking ourselves where on this planet TODAY are those Christ Followers bold enough to positively engage with the religious and political establishments and their assorted affiliates? And to do so in the manner Jesus demonstrated so well on the screen, providing us a greater dimension for understanding His message, but I still believe, perhaps I’m old-fashioned, such understanding is still unrivaled by the Holy Spirit’s capable activation within us from the Holy Scriptures.
The boldness of Jesus during the film declaring truth to the demonstrated evil of the Pharisees, while playing games with the Romans, poignantly reminds me of Eric Metaxas in his book,” Letters to the American Church,” and its theme of declaring truth in the German Lutheran Church while facing the impending evil arising from the Nazis during the thirties, not at all unlike our situation of being salt and light in our nation’s chaos. I do believe the church and its remaining constituents, have never been more deceived since its inception, than we are today. Your take?
In closing, may I quote Warren Wiersbe from his book The Strategy of Satan for you to consider. “Satan enjoys seeing Christians get a head knowledge of victory without a heart experience, because this lulls believers into a false security, and Satan finds them an easy prey. (Seriously, doesn’t that aptly describe us humanly?) It is not the reading of truth, much less the enjoying of truth that brings the blessing. Rather, it is the doing of the truth. Therefore, determine with the Spirit’s guidance how to put these truths into practice.”
Personally, I find Psalm 40 from The Message paraphrase particularly comforting as we especially prepare mentally for these last day events already in process; such as the signs for the “falling away.” See I Timothy 4:1 … “in latter times some will fall away from the faith, paying attention to deceitful spirits and doctrines of demons.”
Psalms 40:1-17 (MSG) A David Psalm
- I waited, and waited, and waited for God. At last, he looked; finally he listened.
- He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from deep mud. He stood me up on a solid rock to make sure I wouldn’t slip.
- He taught me how to sing the latest God-song, a praise-song to our God. More and more people are seeing this: they enter the mystery, abandoning themselves to God.
- Blessed are you who give yourselves over to God, turn your backs on the world’s “sure thing,” ignore what the world worships;
- The world’s a huge stockpile of God-wonders and God-thoughts. Nothing and no one comes close to you! I start talking about you, telling what I know, and quickly run out of words. Neither numbers nor words account for you.
- Doing something for you, bringing something to you— that’s not what you’re after. Being religious, acting pious— that’s not what you’re asking for. You’ve opened my ears so I can listen.
- So, I answered, “I’m coming. I read in your letter what you wrote about me,
- And I’m coming to the party you’re throwing for me.” That’s when God’s Word entered my life, became part of my very being.
- I’ve preached you to the whole congregation, I’ve kept back nothing, God—you know that I’m not a hoarder of your bountiful gifts!
- I didn’t keep the news of your ways a secret, didn’t keep it to myself. I told it all, how dependable you are, how thorough. I didn’t hold back pieces of love and truth for myself alone. I told it all, let the congregation know the whole story.
- Now God, don’t hold out on me, don’t hold back your passion. Your love and truth are all that keeps me together.
- When troubles ganged up on me, a mob of sins past counting, I was so swamped by guilt I couldn’t see my way clear. More guilt in my heart than hair on my head, so heavy the guilt that my heart gave out.
- Soften up, God, and intervene; hurry and get me some help,
- So those who are trying to kidnap my soul will be embarrassed and lose face, So, anyone whom gets a kick out of making me miserable will be heckled and disgraced,
- So those who pray for my ruin will be booed and jeered without mercy.
- But all who are hunting for you— oh, let them sing and be happy. Let those who know what you’re all about tell the world you’re great and not quitting.
- And me? I’m a mess. I’m nothing and have nothing: make something of me. You can do it; you’ve got what it takes— but God, don’t put it off.
