This week we have again been reminded of what true bravery looks like.
The audacity to stare down death in the face and embrace it for the hope of a newer, greater, life in another world.
What scientific explanation can be given for the ability to command your quaking body to rise, and your trembling legs to stand, when choosing to do so will be your last act as a living creature on this planet?
What politically correct term can be given for the strength needed to raise your voice and move your lips to form the word, “Yes,”…when that yes is your assent to being blown into the next life at the end of a madman’s gun?
Lots of wonderful and poetic things have been said about those who willingly laid down their lives for Christ this past weekend at the Oregon School Shooting.
These efforts are good and worthwhile, but they are not enough.
The constructs of human language are not big enough to contain the horror and the heroism of what has transpired, and what is continuously transpiring all over the globe.
That’s why I am suggesting that we honor their deaths, that we honor Christ’s death, by doing more than just penning beautiful words.
Lots of believers have chosen to give tribute to the fallen by promoting the hashtag, “#Iwouldsayyes.”
I see nothing wrong with this, however, I propose that we take it a step further.
Instead of asking if we “would” say yes when faced with a similar situation, let’s ask ourselves if we “do” say yes on a daily basis.
If I don’t have the guts to say, “Yes,” to Jesus when that rude person cuts me off in the middle of Walmart parking lot, and that hurting friends calls me crying in the middle of the night, then HOW can I claim to possess the courage to say yes when my life is on the line?
Laying down our lives for Christ was never meant to be a one time decision, but an all day, every day, “Yes,” to sacrificing ourselves for the needs of those around us. Jesus began laying down His life for us the moment He was born, not just when He went to the cross.
We may never meet with the barrel of a gun, but today, we will meet with a host of difficult people and circumstances, and we will be faced with the choice to lay down our comforts in order to give to a hurting world, or to selfishly keep our quaint little lives to ourselves.
I need to quit asking if I would say yes to the ultimate sacrifice, if I can’t say yes to the things that cost me so little.
We do our God, and our fallen brothers and sisters, a great disservice when we assume that in the face of such tragedy, we can get away with two weeks of social media hype, and a quickly forgotten hashtag.
This sort of love deserves a revolution, the kind Christ has called us to from the beginning.
As I sit here at my kitchen table, rubbing my 5-month pregnant belly, and feeling my little boy kick around with vibrant life inside me, I am aware of the gravity of such a call, and my inability to live it out without Divine help. I am honestly terrified of the world that my son will have to grow up in,…but I want to teach him to be brave.
I am proposing that we put away our hashtags, and live LIVES of “Yes.”
That the memory of the fallen lives on because our love is SO LOUD.
I am suggesting that you let your “everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life” conform to the shape of the cross. (1)
That we learn what it means to rise to our quaking feet every morning, and say yes to radical love, over and over and over again…so that if the times should come when we are faced with the ultimate question, we can be certain that we would say yes.
But for now, let’s be brave when no one is watching.
And if you really want to hashtag, let’s do #Isayyes.
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