Wednesday, 16 July 2008

Christ Plays in Ten Thousand Places: Vintage St Eugene on Jesus

I'm reading (and enjoying) Eugene Peterson's, Christ Plays in Ten Thousand Places. A lovely few pages on Jesus in "Clearing the Playing Field," the first chapter. For example:
If the usefulness of the term "spirituality" is in its vague but comprehensive suggestiveness of everything Beyond and More and Deep, the term "Jesus" is useful as it gathers all the diffused varueness into a tight, cear, light-filled focus. p31

Jesus is the name that keeps us attentive to the God-defined, God-revealed life. The amorphous limpness so often associated with "spirituality" is given skeleton, sinews, definition, shape, and energy by the term "Jesus." p31

Jesus keeps our feet on the ground, attentive to children, in conversation with ordinary people, sharing meals with friends and strangers, listening to the wind, observing the wildflowers, touching the sick and wounded, praying simply and unselfconsciously. Jesus insists that we deal with God right here and now, in the place we find ourselves and with the people we are with. Jesus is God here and now. p33-34

You would think that believing that Jesus is God among us would be the hardest thing. It is not. It turns out that the hardest thing is to believe that God's work—this dazzling creation, this astonishing salvation, this cascade of blessings—is all being worked out in and under the conditions of our humanity: at picnics and around dinner tables, in conversations and while walking along roads, in puzzled questions and homely stories, with blind beggars and suppurating lepers, at weddings and funerals. Everything that Jesus does and says takes place within the limits and conditions of our humanity. p34
Jesus, all for Jesus. Vintage St Eugene.