KATHY - heavy & light, harder & better, complicated & simple

we are kicking off a new series of conversations at our saturday evening gatherings over september & october focused on the ways of Jesus, using the scriptures from the church calendar.  this past saturday eve we started with this very tricky passage from luke 14 where Jesus tells the disciples to really count the cost, what it means to follow him.  here’s what part of it says:


A large crowd was following Jesus. He turned around and said to them, “If you want to be my disciple, you must hate everyone else by comparison—your father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters—yes, even your own life. Otherwise, you cannot be my disciple. And if you do not carry your own cross and follow me, you cannot be my disciple.  - verses 25-27

many of our first reactions to this passage are “ouch.”  that is rough.  hate our parents?  isn’t Jesus supposed to be about love?  and what happens if we can’t pick up our cross all the way, does that mean we don’t get to play?  there are so many different angles that this scripture can go, but the direction that we went on saturday eve was toward the crazy, paradoxical ways of Jesus and how what seems so heavy, so hard, is actually lighter than we think, better than we think.  and that is what the kingdom of God is like.

so many of us are waiting and hoping for an easier path, a smoother road, a way-to-escape-the-pain-and-suffering-of-this-real-life-we’re-living.  i am in this club.  i have this crazy idea in my head that “once i’m done with this, once this happens, once that happens, then everything’s going to be easier.” and the reality is that every time i turn the next corner, a new corner appears.  because life here on earth is not about smooth, easy, pain-free, or prosperous.

i think that’s what Jesus is saying in this passage, what he’s reminding us of–the cross is a powerful symbol because it is the place where Jesus, the one who was supposed to conquer the oppressors and set all things right in a practical sense, actually ends up dying (temporarily).  it is the wild paradox of Jesus.  instead of redeeming everyone in the practical sense, he ends up redeeming everyone in the spiritual instead, in the places of our heart and experience that have nothing to do with money, power, or ease. and when he tells us to pick up our cross, i think he’s telling us that this means a life of paradox, too. that in the midst of the hard stuff, it will somehow be better.  that even though our crosses seem heavy, somehow in-a-supernatural-Jesus-way, they are also lighter.  that the gospel is complicated when it’s contrasted with the ways of the world, yet it is also profoundly simple–love God, love our neighbor as ourselves.

i personally am not crazy about paradoxes because i like all good, all easy, all my-way.  yet, something that i am continuing to learn is just how powerful it is to embrace that both exist at the same time.

i believe that living the ways of Jesus means leaning into this idea not just in words or intellectual conversation, but in the deep parts of our experience–individually and as a community.  sometimes every part of me screams “yes, this is what i want!” and then another part of me is stomping up and down saying “but, i can’t, i won’t, it’s just too hard.” i think that’s why we need to keep seeking God’s strength & hope and why we need each other so much.  to encourage each other to pick up our crosses.  to share the load, to look in each other’s eyes and say “yes, this is hard.  but it’s better.” this is a good path to walk.  and even though sometimes it feels like we’ll die along the way, somehow these crazy ways of Jesus actually bring more life.

3 Responses to “KATHY - heavy & light, harder & better, complicated & simple”

  1. randi :) says:

    wonderful!

    we are also going through the calendar and read this scripture Sunday night together. so glad I could read your take on it too - I hear yoU! :)

    thank u!!

  2. Robbie Begalle says:

    Hi Kathy! As I read your blog, one of my favorite poems, by one of my favorite authors, came to mind. Here it is. I hope you like it!

    The Dance by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

    I have sent you an invitation,
    The note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
    Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want, let’s do it!”
    Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

    Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
    Spiraling down into the ache within the ache,
    And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward
    To feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.

    Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
    Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without Abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

    Tell me a story of who you are.
    And see who I am in the stories I am living.
    And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

    Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be…someday.
    Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
    Truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment,
    And again in the next, and the next, and the next….

    I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
    Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
    The place you cannot go beyond the strength of your own will.

    What carries you to the other side of that wall,
    To the fragile beauty of your own humanness?
    And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the Clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other,
    Let us risk remembering that we never stopped silently loving
    Those we once loved out loud.

    Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance,
    The places where you can risk letting the world break your heart,
    And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet
    And the stars over my head make my heart whole again.

    Show me how you take care of business
    Without letting business determine who you are.
    When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us
    Shout that the soul’s desires have too high a price,
    Let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

    Show me how you offer to your people and the world
    The stories and songs you want your children’s children to remember,
    And I will show you how I struggle,
    Not to change the world, but to love it.

    Sit beside me in the long moments of shared solitude,
    Knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.
    Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words,
    Holding neither against me at the end of the day.

    And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest
    Intentions has died away on the wind,
    Dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale
    Of the breath that is breathing us all into being,
    Not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

    Don’t say, “Yes!”
    Just take my hand and dance with me.

  3. kathyescobar says:

    randi - thanks for reading from afar, it is so fun to be able to stay connected this way…that’s one thing i really love about the church calendar, a bunch of people focused on the same passages in all different ways. love to you from afar.

    robbie - oh that was so pretty. thank you for sharing…looking forward to seeing more of you & hearing more of your voice at the refuge!

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