Month: February 2008

Lessons from the Campaign Trail

I wondered how long it would be before one of the presidential candidates had to deal with the present consequences of past actions and associations. With media scrutiny what it is these days, I am surprised it took this long for something like this to come up. Last week, as I hope most of you know, The New York Times posted an article about the presumed Republican nominee, John McCain’s, past association with a female lobbyist. While at this point, the story is simply conjecture, (it only names anonymous sources close to the campaign) it does raise serious questions about his judgment, about potential conflicts of interest, and it has the potential to derail his candidacy. At a minimum, it becomes a significant distraction at a time when his campaign is gaining momentum and his sights are set clearly on the Republican nomination to possibly be the next President of The United States. In spite of the fact that the whole story is not yet, and may never be fully known, this story does remind us all that actions have consequences and associations have implications. Jesus knew this as well. He was always getting into trouble by associating with people many thought he ought not associate with – tax collectors, prostitutes, Samaritans, women, gentiles, the poor and needy, the blind and the lame. But his associations were not for personal gain or professional advancement, but rather to show that God loved even the most unlovable, accepted even the most unacceptable, and readily claimed those too easily discarded by others. One such encounter is recorded in John 4. Jesus is on a campaign of sorts, a campaign to get the message out about the kingdom of God, a kingdom built on the promise of acceptance, meaning and hope. At a campaign stop, Jesus meets a Samaritan woman at Jacob’s well and in the course of his conversation with her, recruits her to join the campaign. All based on the promise of living water, a life that mattered. Jesus was promoting an agenda with a vision, a vision of true universal coverage, a real and lasting economic stimulus package and a foreign policy built on peace with justice for all. The woman joined the campaign. Have we? She went on to discover meaning, acceptance and hope. Have we? She found the life she had been looking for. Have we? Associations matter. Actions have consequences. Let the campaign continue.

The Lamp of Discipleship

Last week, I attended the memorial service for the father of a close friend. It was, as most gathering such as this are, a time to renew relationships that had been allowed to go too long without contact. I saw people I had not seen in twenty years, and recalled shared experiences that molded and shaped me as a person. During the service, as the eulogy was being given, I learned some things about Tim’s father that I never knew, and as I participated in that sacred act of remembrance and thanksgiving, I experienced the renewal of my own faith as a disciple of Jesus Christ. Mr. Leonard only had a third grade education and was the son of share croppers. On the second day of his life, he was sitting at the end of a long row of cotton as his family worked to bring in the crop. He became a truck driver and, along with his wife, rasied four kids on a relatively meager income. He was a man of prayer, a man who studied the scriptures and taught Sunday School his whole life, doing his best to bring men into a relationship with Jesus Christ and a life of active discipleship. He was faithful to God, to his wife, his family and his church. He worked long and hard hours, but always made it to church on Sunday. And he was intentional about sharing his faith with others. His life was a lamp of discipleship. I was reminded of the passage from 2 Peter 1:19 “You will do well to be attentive to this as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts.” As I left the church that morning, I was aware that a lamp had just burned out, but as I looked up, the sun broke through the morning sky, and on the faces of grandchildren and great-grandchildren, friends and family members gathered there, I could see the sparks of remembrance and thanksgiving igniting new flames of inspiration and commitment. And from those flames, new lamps will be lit. Lamps of discipleship will continue to burn, shining light into the dark places of life. I pray that my life will be one of those lamps.