When you were a kid, you probably wore a cape, at some time, and did a heroic pose. We used to make swords from scrap wood, until my father learned that we were taking the wood from the house. He was a carpenter, and he didn’t like the extra repair work.
Imagine now, you being adult SuperChristian. You can do it, and I don’t think you need a cape for that, and your sword is not made with wood. Also, heroic poses are not required.
We went to the epicenter of the Coronavirus Pandemic a few days ago; we drove in the evening, after sunset, to Costco. Our store was more peaceful and orderly than some others. I live in Canada, and we’re still waiting for spring, and there were no line-ups in the snow. Things are much worse in warm places:
- RELATED: The line at this Costco begins at 2:55 a.m. as coronavirus spooks shoppers: LA Times
My job was to park and wait. The rule of social distancing means only one person in the group can shop inside. So, I found a highly visible parking spot near the door and turned up the radio. Everything was good until I started looking around and thinking. I saw that I was surrounded by empty parking spots, and other people stayed away from that prime area near the exit doors. This made me think enough to get out of my warm truck and look at the pavement, and I saw the truth. I was parked directly over a painted sign for disabled parking. The people walking past must have thought I was a selfish bad-parking jerk; a healthy person in a handicapped parking spot.
In the darkness, this was an honest mistake, but I had to make some changes. I looked around, and I saw a legal parking spot, and someone had just driven out of it. That was all the information I needed, and I drove to that spot before someone else took it. Then I went back to music on the radio.
Mostly out of curiosity, I looked at the cars parked around me, and I saw that the hood was raised on the car right beside me. People often buy auto supplies like batteries and antifreeze and install them before leaving, so I wasn’t concerned. But I didn’t see anyone leaning over the engine. When I turned my head, I saw the driver with his head bowed, in the driver’s seat, and there was at least one big dog in the car with him. The car was old and battered, and missing some pieces, so this was a poor man.
It was easy for me to step out to see if there was a problem, and the other driver moved faster than me; and the dog barked. He told me he had a dead battery and he couldn’t start his car. He was not wearing expensive clothes, and I knew he could buy a new battery at Costco and solve his problem easily; if he had some money, or a credit card.
I always carry booster cables, or “jumpers” to Americans. When I pulled them out and told him my battery was on the left side, he told me his was on the right and I didn’t even have to move my truck. I raised the hood and he did all the work. His car took a while to start, but he finally got it going. I then took my cables back and he thanked me sincerely. A short time later, he drove away in a hurry.
He might have been there for a long time when I arrived, and he might have been forced to stay most of the night, in the cold and the snow. Who cares about a poor man when we have a pandemic going on, and we feel the need to bulk buy more toilet paper? That man didn’t talk about God, but I can imagine some prayers going up from his car, in the cold and the darkness. I only did a few obvious things and I don’t believe that I helped that poor man.
God helped that man.
My job was to obey. That’s how to be SuperChristian, with no cape and no heroic pose required. I had the choice to stay comfortable in that wrong parking spot, or move. I also had the choice to see my neighbor’s problem, or just turn up the radio. Obedience was not complicated.
On the other side, a poor man had a desperate need, and God saw him. The God who loves us all saw him and sent me to an appointment. It was easy for me; my cost was a couple of songs on the radio.
About two thousand years ago, in a poor place, some fishermen were washing their nets. They were busy, and they were interrupted by a neighbor, a carpenter named Joshua. He said a strange thing to those working men: “Follow me.” The full text is “Don’t be afraid; from now on you will fish for people.” (Luke 5: 10)
I skipped over some details in the story, but the choice was simple. They decided to follow Him, and the world changed forever. Jesus is a Greek form of the name Joshua; Jesus called them to obey Him, in a simple way and I believe He is saying the same to us. Angelic choirs, and crystal cathedrals, and priestly robes are all interesting, but the Jesus of the Bible arrested working people, when they were busy; and He asked them to follow.
It’s all so simple, with no capes required.