Eat my flesh, Drink my blood...
I read something recently that I have not been able to get out of my mind written by Gandhi called the “Seven Social Sins”…
"The "seven social sins"
Knowledge without character
Science without humanity
Wealth without work
Commerce without morality
Politics without principles
Pleasure without conscience
Worship without self-sacrifice.
Jesus, more than anyone, knew the danger of watching him but not following him. Of listening to him but not living for him. Of enjoying the Christian experience without ever experiencing it for yourself. In fact, there is a passage the marks a time when Jesus was so passionate about inviting people into the Christ-following culture, that he offended and was deserted by all of his fans only to be left with his followers.
To some the message of Jesus felt like a sorting out…when, in fact, it was a sorting in. It was not a weeding out, it was an inviting in. We see John 6 as a loss of 4000 when it was in fact a genuine grafting of 12. Jesus never got lost in numbers, which is to say that he understood the difference between quality and quantity.
We have been called to more than on looking and by standing. We are invited to sink our teeth into all that Jesus is and is about. We are called to bite into it, to chew it, move in back and forth from one side of our molars to the other grinding it into mushy morsels crushed down ready to be swallowed whole leaving nothing to spit out but the aftertaste. We are then called to digest it into ourselves letting it nourish us and eventually become a part of who we are turning into the very regeneration of our own flesh and blood and breath. It is to be felt stirring and gurgling in our bowels being broken down into a life source that feeds and fuels our every movement and thought. The aftertaste only makes us hungry for more, leaving us whetted for yet another bite of His very essence.
To some this is offensive. I would concur. Jesus was always on the offensive as it relates to the kingdom. He was not taking his cues from man wondering about what was relevant or convenient or expedient. He was not defensively waiting to see how things were received making his next move reactively in order to keep peace with the masses. He was on the offensive which was offensive to many, yet his vision was staid and his desire was passionately precise. There was no riding the fence or playing the field, no neutral ground or holding pattern that became a compound of casual complacency. He forced people to make a decision about his cause. And he did so unapologetically.
As barbaric as it sounds, as politically incorrect or culturally irrelevant as it may seem, we have been invited, are currently being invited, and will always and only be invited in the future to “eat Jesus alive”…no scraps left on the table…and when we have devoured him like ravenous wolves, we will be left with no greater desire than to lick the plate.
Again, it is not a “kicking out” message, but an unabashed invitation into the culture of the Kingdom that won’t be treated like a dainty appetizer. It will only be realized and actualized when it is consumed like an extravagant feast, for that it what it is.
Jesus, I want to eat you alive.