Jesus Christ rose from the dead, defeating death and having been crowned firstborn over all creation he met his disciples. Back where it all began, Jesus meets his friends again to give them a new mission. The first time around, Jesus was the missionary in the world. After the resurrection, the Spirit falls on his followers and they are sent, as he was, into all the world.
Jesus has all authority in heaven and earth. Therefore, so the idea goes, the disciples must go and make disciples. (Matthew 28:16:20)
And that is what they did. Acts of the Apostles, penned by Luke, chronicles the first generation of the Church. It records the spreading of the message from Jerusalem, through all Judea and into the whole world.
Fast forward almost 2000 years and meet me, today, who absolutely failed to even engage the homeless man who sits on the street as I went to get some lunch yesterday.
Or, sitting in a coffee shop I saw a guy who was recovering from surgery. I helped him to his seat, but I didn’t take the time to listen to his life and I did not share my own.
Even when I am asked what I do, I am hesitant to mention that I am on staff at a church.
I’m pretty much the Annapolis area Paul of Tarsus, I know.
In Christ’s great commission, the impetus stems from his announcement that he has all authority on heaven and on earth (Matthew 28:18)
As much as I might prefer to say that I am sharing the Gospel through my actions and character, the simple fact remains.
I simply do not believe that Jesus really is who he says he is.
I wonder if it’s just me.