Somehow, I cannot escape the gnawing sense that the Bible is offensive. A part of me desperately wants to clip away its shaggy knots, wash away the dirt and bad smells, and emboss the cover with gold, so that it matches my Sunday best. Then I can safely take it to church and look good, and ensure that we all feel good about ourselves.
However, if I were to cut through my clever and pseudo-pious layers, I’d have to admit: I want to keep this Word of God from exposing my arrogance, my religious righteousness, my hypocrisy, and my insatiable addiction to people approval.
A part of me feels a need to control this Holy Book so that I can avoid the discomfort produced by its offensiveness. I know a few of the tricks: I could mentally obliterate great swaths of its message, simply by remaining ignorant, forgetting, or denying. I could observe its contents from so far back or from so close up that I miss any penetrating details. I could make loud declarations about it, perhaps about inerrancy or unreliability or something in between, and hope that the noise will shield my conscience from its disturbing voices.
If I decide to step back and observe it “objectively”, maybe I could spare myself from any subjective distress. But even then, it offends my intellect. It just isn’t the polished, “acceptable” document that I can boast about among my intellectual superiors. Why, scripture candidly offends human wisdom by calling it foolishness!
Really, the Word doesn’t allow me to dislodge myself from its drama unless I undergo some mental gymnastics - perhaps mythologize it or somehow domesticate it.
So then I center my attention on its protagonist, and again I am offended – that is, if I take an honest look at Jesus. Jesus is not a person I want to invite to my party. Why! He might step out of the domesticated portrait we have made of him, sitting there so meek and mild with children on his knee. No one wants to meet the “other” Jesus at the party. No one wants to risk hearing his offensive allegations. And I sure don’t want to risk being the embarrassment of the party.
Here is the dilemma: I am a Christian. And so, I must somehow deal with the offensiveness of the Word of God - somehow. That reminds me of the question Jesus asked the Pharisees: “Where did John's baptism come from? From heaven or from people?" A similar question faces me: “Where does the “Word of God” come from? From heaven or from people?” No matter how I answer, I set the very trap I want to avoid, even if respond like the Pharisees did, saying: “We don’t know”. They merely exposed their stubborn resistance by pleading ignorance and sitting on the fence.
Jesus was offensive to a lot of people. So were the prophets, and so were the apostles. Indisputably, words from the Lord brought discomfort. Only the utterly poor in spirit were not offended. So, if I am not offended by the Word of God, then I am either utterly poor in spirit or I am fooling myself and living a pretense. From what I can see in myself, I think I waver between the two. But that admission in itself indicts me, just as it did the Pharisees.
I am striving towards a master’s degree in theology. However, the one thing I will not master is the Word of God. It will master me, although that process goes against every fiber in my being. I know it will not let me have the best of both worlds: my masked self and my God. The Word of God will never absolve me of my secret pride - apart from its terms: the narrow Door. And, really, that’s the way I’d rather have it.
I have concluded that the offensiveness of the Word of God, in itself, drives me towards an awareness of my spiritual poverty; and that is the very means of escaping its offensiveness. If I surrender to it (ie God), I am convinced that the Word of God will transform me into one who finds such inexpressible joy in the salvation of the Lord that I will never be ashamed of the gospel – even during times when I am being shamed for my faith.
May the Lord grant me courage to admit:
I am not ashamed of the gospel,
because it is the power of God
for the salvation of everyone who believes.
Rom. 1:16
