I’ve discovered there are two
ways to look at a margin.
A margin can be a boundary - fringe, sideline, edge, or it
can be a surplus – room, scope,
profit. One definition speaks of limitation, the other of possibility.
After mulling over these
definitions for a couple of days I saw something beautiful emerge.
I saw how Jesus transitioned people from one margin to the other,
from the fringe of Insignificance to
the place of discovering the surplus
of Potential within themselves.
Jesus always gravitated to
the marginalized. One moment He is preaching to thousands on a hillside, the
next, He’s crossing treacherous waters in a small fishing boat in search of a madman
in a cemetery.
A read through the Gospels
exposes Jesus constantly searching for the Overlooked, the Unnoticed on the
fringes of communities he travelled through - the lepers, the sex-workers, the
widows, the misplaced, the people struggling with their demons. Jesus
understood their plight - after all, who could identify more with being marginalized
than Jesus himself? His compassion drove him to open blind eyes, release the
oppressed and preach good news to the poor.
Yet for each one, every
single person, the healing encounter with Jesus went beyond merely the physical
aspect of their lives.
Jesus looked into their eyes.
He scanned their souls. He found that place of deepest need – the Need-to-Belong,
the Need-to-be-Valued, and he touched them there. And his touch repositioned them - both in their own thinking, and in
the perceptions of those around them.
Encounters with Jesus gave
the Insignificant value, and the Sidelined purpose.
Those encounters allowed each
one to sense their own value and uncover the empowerment that comes from that. These
Anonymous Ones uncovered the surplus
of the unlived life within themselves and tapped into it’s potential. For these
Fringe-dwellers their purpose had now been defined, and they were empowered to
move on in life with dignity and influence. Their place of residence shifted
from Obscurity to Significance.
Zaccheus grew in spiritual stature
the day he met Jesus; the Samaritan Woman became an ambassador for genuine
love; Bartemaus became a man of vision; a Roman Centurion began winning
spiritual battles; the Tax Collector became a benefactor; the Psychopath became
an evangelist.
Our mission is to complete
what Jesus started in our world.
We should find ourselves
constantly scanning the horizon in search of the Lost, the Forgotten, and the Exiled,
and introduce them to a Jesus encounter.
They live in the bewildering
place of fatherlessness, in the insidious place of bullying, in the distressing
place of poverty, in the horrific place of human trafficking, and in the empty
place of fame of fortune. We will find
them at checkouts, mothers’ groups, in jails, in church, over the neighbouring fence,
in our own families. They are all around us, searching for inclusion, and a
purpose for living. Sometimes all it takes is a cheery
word to the woman cleaning the Rest Room, a coffee date with the new single mum
at school, some time for the old man who lost track of his family years ago, a
welcoming smile to the overweight woman hiding at the back of the room ... it's
not that hard!
That
search for belonging, that incessant hunger for value is the prompt that has
led us all to Jesus. We were, at one time or another, all lost until we found
Jesus walking towards us with arms outstretched.
He stopped amidst the swirling, stifling, suffocating
crowd.
“Who touched me?”
The woman trembled, bloodied, afraid.
She knelt before the Lord of Ones and whispered her
confession.
And He, who would one day Himself be bloodied
for Ones such as this said,
“Be healed.”
While the Madman waited in turmoil amongst the tombs.
Naked, too strong for chains and irons, yet
hopelessly bound,
He ran and fell at the feet of the Lord of Ones.
And He who would one day be bound in the place
of Ones such as this said,
“Be free.”
He sat and watched the Rich and Powerful throw in
their coins.
The Widow came, unnoticed, yet seen.
She gave out of her poverty two small coins of
infinite value.
“She gave her all,” mused the Lord of Ones.
And He who left the wealth of Heaven in order to give
His all for Ones such as this said,
“Be blessed.”
He stood alone as the crowd hurriedly dispersed.
“Unclean!” they reviled, and hissed and cowered.
The Leper knelt before the Lord of Ones and pleaded,
“If you are willing..”
And He who would soon be defiled by the sins
of Ones such as this,
Reached out and touched, and said,
“Be clean.”
I wait, speck in an ocean, grain of sand on a beach,
Bloodied, bound, impoverished, unclean.
Overcome by His Presence,
overwhelmed by His Grace, “I come to worship,” I whisper.
And the Lord of Ones who died in my place embraces
me,
And draws me in.
With words that echo across time and eternity
He whispers back,
“We are one.”
© Julie Cochrane 2013
Today Jesus will transition one more soul from the margin of limitation to the margin of possibility. Let's remain alert, on call, so we don't miss the opportunity to partner with him on the journey.
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