My nephews love it. I love it.
I think my nephews are even likely to tell their pastor that. I encourage them to. I told them it’d always be the “right” answer in Sunday School…because, you know, faith is all about having the “right answer”.
I think it’s funny.
I think it’s funny because, well, that whole theme of “lost and found” in the Bible is turned around by this whole notion of “finding Jesus.”
In all of those “lost and found” verses in the Bible, it’s not Jesus who is lost, but the other person.
Even in that “seek and you shall find” passage, there’s no indication that it’s “seeking” Jesus.
Seeking knowledge. Seeking enlightenment. Seeking salvation, liberation, wholeness…sure.
But not Jesus.
So this idea that we can “find Jesus”…well, you might as well look behind the couch because I think you’re just as likely to find Jesus crouching there as you are to find him in the “seeker’s service” at your local big-box worship center.
I’m not trying to come down harshly on “seeker services”; I think faith communities need accessible points of entry.
But if we think we’re giving them Jesus, as if Jesus can be commodified…well, we should stop fooling ourselves.
The search for Jesus is the search for the white stag…it’s pointless.
Yeah, pointless. Because I think all you’ll end up finding is a mirror image of yourself that you pass off as Jesus.
Instead the faith teaches that Jesus is/was/will be right where you are, and has been all along.
Martin Luther has this totally unhelpful/helpful phrase about looking for Jesus. When explaining how God is present in the Eucharist, Luther said that Jesus is “in, with, and under the elements.”
This is absolutely unhelpful to the rational mind. The literalist, the legalist, the fundamentalist, they won’t accept that answer.
There must always be a system, a way of finding, a problem/solution answer.
But what if there isn’t? What if, instead, we leave those things behind and just agree to encounter the mystery of a present God, seen in the Christ, who subverts every single system and search, and who just surprises us as being on the scene? What if we just walk with mindfulness?
It’d be a Biblical way of operating, that’s for sure. Jesus surprises everyone at the tomb, the house of Mr. and Mrs. Clopas, the upper room, Paul’s lonely road to nowhereville.
Jesus surprises everyone in little Bethlehem (remember the Magi go six miles off course to Jerusalem to find him?).
Hell, maybe Jesus is behind the couch. It’d surprise the socks off of me.
But if you looked, you won’t find him there. Instead, it seems, Jesus finds us on the roads of confusion, in the upper rooms of fear, at the tomb of despair, in the little town of doubt.
That seems to be Jesus’ way. This is why I don’t shy away from confusion, doubt, and despair. I don’t have to have it all worked out.
Because that’s not the point.
I have a little mantra I repeat a lot to myself: “Jesus walked into a bar and no one noticed.”
Yeah…that sounds about right.