Luke 6:1-5 The Son of Man is Lord of All
Who do I think I am? I judge. I criticize. I get jealous. I get angry and frustrated. I am impatient, stubborn and hypocritical of others. Who do I think I am? In many ways, I think I am God. But I know I am not and I know the Lord will treat me as such. As soon as I fall to my knees, admit my guilt, and seek his forgiveness, the Father will treat me like his Son: loved and adored. And the world will treat me like His Son: battered and beaten, bruised and torn, defiled and rejected.
Here is the beginning of Salvation History; the history of the Roman Catholic Church. Fulton Sheen once wrote, “If you want to know the true Church of Christ, then look to the Church that is most hated in the world. Look to the Church that is most persecuted in the world.” We should not be shocked. We should never forget: ‘If they hated me, they will hate you; if they persecuted me, they will persecute you.’”
“As I see it, God has exhibited us Apostles as the last of all, like people sentenced to death, since we have become a spectacle to the world, to angels and men alike. We are fools on Christ’s account, but you are wise in Christ; we are weak, but you are strong; you are held in honor, but we in disrepute. To this very hour we go hungry and thirsty, we are poorly clad and roughly treated, we wander about homeless and we toil, working with our own hands. When ridiculed, we bless; when persecuted, we endure; when slandered, we respond gently. We have become like the world’s rubbish, the scum of all, to this very moment.” (1Cor 4:8-12)
“The Lord is near to all who call upon him” (Ps 145:18). He is indeed. He calls, I answer. I call, he answers. His life is my life. His destiny is my destiny. His battles are my battles. His victory will be my reward. Our lives have become one. The cross is what keeps us united. For him, I have become a father, a name reserved exclusively for God and now for his intimate friends, his Apostles. “Even if you should have countless guides to Christ, yet you do not have many fathers, for I became your father in Christ Jesus through the Gospel” (1Cor 4:15).
Lord God, may I never fear the weight of the cross or exult in your victory, the victory of the lamb, as if it were my own victory. You paid the price, you sealed the debt; you carried the weight of a sinful world upon your shoulders. All I am is an imitator. May I never become an impostor! You’re passion, your death; your love exceeds all limits. What God would do such a thing for me, call me son, allow me to be a “father” to all and send me in his name? It is truly unfathomable, incomprehensible. Who am I? Nothing without you. What is life? Nothing without you. What am I here for? Nothing unless it is for you. You are not just the Lord of the Sabbath. You are the LORD OF ALL!
Today, let us all take seriously the call from God to be a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people set apart.