(Note: I had a conversation early this morning with a friend who, obviously, is not managing her time well, given that by 6am she had already prepared for the day, and read the “adeste fidelis” blog post I had published only a few hours earlier.
I prefer to give myself a chance to see my blog post in the light of day, after a normally late-night writing session, before I’m prepared to discuss it, since I may want to publish a retraction or correction or apology before it gets much exposure.
That was not possible this morning. We discussed the post, and I related my inability to put a fine point on my gut regarding those thoughts. In my late night stupor, I couldn’t get the words to say what I felt, so I deleted a few sentences and toyed with it before giving up.
So, I was reprimanded this morning, rightly so, for not being willing to risk the expression of things that could be ill-perceived if not written carefully, when I didn’t have the energy or acuity to write carefully.
Anyway, reprimand duly received, and encouragement noted, I am issuing this addendum to the previous post without further ado.)
If Jesus is true – not whether he exists or existed, but if he is all of what he is supposed to be; that is, if the full weight of the truth of him and what it means about us and this world we live in is true; if the implications of the existence of such a man and such a God upon our world are fully considered; if Jesus is The Truth – then we ought to live in way that reflects such a reality.
Perhaps, on good days, in mystical moments, we do. Perhaps subconsciously, inherently, in simple things and practical ways, we do reflect that truth. Perhaps, as I suspect he does, Jesus slips, frequently uninvited and mostly unobserved, into our minutes and thoughts. I certainly hope he is involved much more than I’ve recognized.
But the probability that I haven’t recognized it is what concerns me. Maybe I just can’t recognize it – maybe it’s not possible for my humanity to be aware of such things – and if so, that’s a relief because it gives me an out, not an excuse for not peforming, but a comfort that I’m not missing him. But what if it is possible to recognize, and enjoy, and glean from his every intrusion, and I haven’t done so? What then? What precious parts of life have I missed?
I don’t want to miss an opportunity to interact with him here. Those moments are far too rare and precious to endure the thought that I’ve not made the most of them.
And that’s what I hear in my soul in response to Buechner and his call to “adeste fidelis” – to come and see, all ye faithful. I hear myself saying, “Yes, I will come and try him; to take advantage of his beckoning of me, and the offer it presents to know him.”
I will come and see, because if he is true, and I believe he is even in ways we’ve never considered, then I ought to live in the light of that truth, or at least I ought to want to live in the light of that truth, simply because it is the fullness of life, the abundant life, the transcendent life, a life in Christ. If he is true, and such a life is available, it is worth far more than whatever it costs.