Questions Jesus asked

questionmarksReligious leaders are supposed to be full of answers, aren’t they?  But you’d never know it from listening to Jesus talk.  Surprisingly he was full of questions.

Why did Jesus ask so many questions?  What did he want to know?  How did people avoid answering him?  Jesus asked many questions but he had one single purpose in mind.  The one thing he is so passionately pursuing isn’t answers – come along for the summer term and find out what he is pursuing.

This week we look at asking questions.
Children get to a certain age and all they seem to do ask questions.  I don’t know if you have ever experienced that?
The Why? Questions seems to come up and awful?  Why does this happen?  Why do I have to do that?  Why?  Why? Why? No doubt there are some parents hear who have been driven to distraction by it.
Children also seem to think and expect that adults know all of the answers to life’s questions.  But again there ge ta certain point in time when the children realise that adults don’t know all of the answers and it can come as areal shock to children or YP and adults alike.  For adults in can be particularly hard to accept.  You might come across it now trying to help children with their homework and you feel as though you are the one who needs to go to school to understand what they are trying to do.
For children it is part of their growing up and having to become mature adults.  Similarly for adults the adulation for a parent that comes from a child who thinks their parents are all seeing, all knowing and all powerful – makes them sound like God doesn’t it? – means that some parents never admit that they are wrong or don’t
know anything.
We have a saying in our house “That was a Peter Houghton statement”. Claire’s dad always had an answer when they were kids to every question they asked even if he did not know anything about it.  He would just say whatever he said confidently and he would get away with it.
Now in Mark’s gospel in chapter 13 there is a whole load of stuff about how the world will end.  A bit like if the bumble bees die out all humans will die 4 years later.

28“Take a lesson from the fig tree. From the moment you notice its buds form, the merest hint of green, you know summer’s just around the corner. 29And so it is with you. When you see all these things, you know he is at the door. 30Don’t take this lightly. I’m not just saying this for some future generation, but for this one, too-these things will happen. 31Sky and earth will wear out; my words won’t wear out.
32“But the exact day and hour? No one knows that, not even heaven’s angels, not even the Son. Only the Father. 33So keep a sharp lookout, for you don’t know the timetable. 34It’s like a man who takes a trip, leaving home and putting his servants in charge, each assigned a task, and commanding the gatekeeper to stand watch.
Mark 13; 28-34 (The Message)

What Einstein, like Jesus, was unable to predict was when it would happen.  But it is not the events of the end time and when it will happen that we are looking at here. What I want us to look at or note is that Jesus did not know when it was going to happen either and he says he does not know it was going to happen.  Even Jesus, the son of God who has such a great relationship with the Father does not know when the end will come.  Only the Father knows that.  Hold on a minute, Tim you are saying that Jesus did not know something. But he is the Son of God, the divine one. How can that be?  If Jesus did not know everything it means he can be taught.

In one of the letters in the early church it is quite clear that Jesus gave up things when he came to live amongst us. He gave up knowing everything and being everywhere at once.  It is amazing for those early Christian writers to admit that Jesus did not know some things.  If they were trying to cook the books then this was a mistake because, because it makes Jesus look, well human!

But this is not the only account of Jesus’ humanity.
Have a look at this from Luke’s gospel.

46The next day they found him in the Temple seated among the teachers, listening to them and asking questions.

Luke 2;46 (The Message)

Jesus got lost!  But he was also asking questions.  It is true that all who heard him were astonished, but Jesus asked questions.  Contrast that with some of the other stories about Jesus that were circulating about in the 1st Century.
There was a Gospel called “the infancy Gospel of Thomas.”  In it we learn that as a boy Jesus is very powerful and barely aware of his own strength.  A bit like Clarke Kent, getting used to his powers in the TV series Smallville.  In thesmallville infancy Gospel of Thomas we learn that Jesus makes birds out of some clay. He then claps his hands and the birds come to life and fly off.  On another occasion he is playing with a friend who falls through the roof of a house and dies, but Jesus just brings him back to life.  Contrast this with what Luke reports about Jesus getting lost and asking questions.  Now which Jesus would you find it easier to identify with?

Jesus asked questions all of his life.  He made a habit of it.  InMark’s gospel there are 67 episodes recoded of conversations taking place.  Jesus asked 50 questions in those 67 accounts.  If you met Jesus was he was more like to ask you something than he was to tell you something.

Jesus is always asking questions; What is Jesus asking you today?

Based on, with permission,  Jesus asked. What he wanted to know Introduction, Conrad Gempf, Zondervan, 2003.  http://www.amazon.com/Jesus-Asked-Conrad-Gempf/dp/031024773X.  To learn more about Conrad go to http://www.lst.ac.uk/index.php?pageid=71

Visitors – Mary and Joseph

1About that time Caesar Augustus ordered a census to be taken throughout the Empire. 2This was the first census when Quirinius was governor of Syria. 3Everyone had to travel to his own ancestral hometown to be accounted for. 4So Joseph went from the Galilean town of Nazareth up to Bethlehem in Judah, David’s town, for the census. As a descendant of David, he had to go there. 5He went with Mary, his fiancée, who was pregnant.
6While they were there, the time came for her to give birth. 7She gave birth to a son, her firstborn. She wrapped him in a blanket and laid him in a manger, because there was no room in the hostel.

Luke 2;1-7 The Message

I don’t know about you but I like my home comforts.  It is good to know where things are, it is good to be in your own home with your own things around you.  It is familiar, it is comfortable and in the middle of winter it is especially welcome.  Dark and cold nights, people are out and about but tend to be glad to be back home.
Unless of course home is an uncomfortable place.  Family disagreements, the weight of expectations, relationships struggling to communicate effectively, misunderstandings, external pressures.  Maybe home is about failure and disappointments, wishing things had turned out differently, wishing that you had not said and done what you have.  Maybe home is too quiet and you wish for the noise and hustle and bustle of how things used to be, if only those days would come back.
I think Mary and Joseph must have known exactly how you felt.  They would have liked home, the familiar, the known, to be surrounded by their friends.  But they also knew what it was to be uncomfortable at home.
Mary was pregnant, they were not married, she could hide it no longer.  People laughed and sniggered as she went down the street, she could feel the staring eyes on her back.  The net curtains twitched at the windows and heaven knows what they were saying on Facebook and MSN.  She didn’t go there is was too uncomfortable.
Joseph had tried.  At one stage it didn’t look like the relationship would make it.  He was unsure, he tried to do his best but somehow it never quite seemed to be enough.
And, now, now we have to go to Bethlehem for a silly census.  The Romans are never happy unless they are making life uncomfortable for us.  It is all about the money and taxes.  They had talked about her not going, she didn’t need to go but, but,..she did want to stay at home on her own  – it was simply too painful, too hard, maybe getting away for a while would be good.
It was an Angel that had visited her, a messenger from God and now look at what was happening.  It wasn’t what God had done it was the consequences of what he had done.  It was other people.
Mary and Joseph were visitors.  They knew what it was to have to make plans for the journey, to make sure they had everything, to check that everything was in order.  They knew what it was to have to be on the road.  They knew what it was to live out of suitcase.  They knew what it was to have the inconvenience of the a 3 day journey at the beck and call of someone else.  All for the sake of the taxes.
But more than that they knew the pain of home being an uncomfortable place, family disagreements, relationships strained, disappointments,
And into all of that, being visitors, strange places, and circumstances, being unsure and nervous about what will happen.  In all of that stuff of life, God himself visits.  Despite the mess and such inconvenience God visits.
Watch out this Christmas as you visit others, that God might be visiting you.  In the suitcase packing, in the making plans, in the journeying, have eyes and hearts to see and respond.  Despite the circumstances,

Meditation

She was thirteen or thereabouts,
pregnant,
still a child herself.
No vote, no rights, no husband,
no education,
in a small village in an occupied land.
So why would you,
the Great God of the Universe,
pick this peasant girl?
Why not some queen
dressed in blue and gold
like those statued madonnas?
I think we’ve had it wrong all along.
It’s not that she was so saintly,
so pure,
so serene, so special,
but that she wasn’t special at all.
Maybe she even had zits.
It was God picking someone mundane,
to show that we are all special,
God choosing what is simple
to confound the wise,
the banal
to shock the glitterati,
the castdown
to shame the exalted.
Mary understood,
Why has God chosen me, a handservant?
To pull the mighty down from their thrones,
and raise up the lowly,
to fill the hungry with good things
while the rich walk away empty-handed.
She could have been any downtrodden woman,
broken,
child of oppression.
In fact,
that is who she always is,
always has been,
and those peasant children of hers
have been messiahs,
but we  were too busy
with our census, our mutual funds
our wars
to notice.

Silence

We can scarcely believe it, God,
this story of love’s birth in the world.
We rationalise and reason,
we read the headlines and we doubt
and yet, oddly, we hope, desperately,
that it just might be true.
If we’ve come here disbelieving, God
unwrap our doubt to make a space for love
If we’ve come here despairing
unwrap our grief to make a space for joy
If we’ve come here angry
unwrap our resentment to make a space for peace
If we’ve come here nostalgic
unwrap our sentimentality to make a space for life
If we’ve come here cynical,
unwrap our scepticism to make a space for hope
Let your story be real in this space tonight.
Amen.