Jesus and His Handlers
Years
ago, a friend handed me a photocopy of that famous painting of a red haired
Jesus, on his knees, hands clasped, looking upward to Heaven with an imploring
gaze. Underneath he had added the following caption: “Father, I know I
volunteered for this assignment, but they are so dumb, dumb, dumb!” I have a feeling Jesus just may have said
something just like this in Aramaic, and he was probably referring to his
disciples.
Some of
these disciples were family, some were previous disciples of John the Baptist Jesus’
deceased cousin, and all of them misunderstood Jesus.
His
family was recorded as believing he was crazy and weird. When he was asked to
come home, be with family and accept the required family obligations, Jesus
replied that those who were listening to his talk and following him were his
family. A lovely philosophy, but a slap in the face to his biological family
standing outside the hall.
The
cousins that chose to be his disciples must have been seen by their families as
weird outsiders, also. They had to expect a lot from Jesus to make up for their
decision to rebel from family expectations.
John’s
ex-disciples who chose to turn to Jesus, were expecting another apocalyptic
prophet. The gospels pretty consistently show them questioning and just not
‘getting it’. These were politically involved rebels expecting the world to
self-destruct any moment and looking for a messiah to appear - that soldier to
lead the battle against oppressors, and /or the high priest to re-establish the
‘correct’ Judaism in the Temple.
For
three years Jesus was on what must look surprisingly similar to a modern
political campaign tour in hostile territory. Rally after rally, staying at
town after town, home after home. Hounded, hated and longed after.
Jesus’
frustrations came right through the gospel writings. After all, these were the
men who were his closest students, confidantes, and arrangers of where he
taught and where he stayed. They brought people to him, and then they jealously
kept others away, especially children. These were his disciples who he depended
on. These were his handlers. . .And they just never really understood him.
Questions to Contemplate and Discuss
1. How do you feel when others are constantly
arranging almost every detail of your life?
2. Do you think the disciples were a well
oiled coordinated group as they helped Jesus tour? Or do you see contentious
and varied individuals struggling to get their agendas fulfilled? And what
might each of these possibilities look like?
3. Did you serve on a board, be a part of a
group effort, plan a political event, or anything like these? How did you enjoy
working with others and what parts did you not enjoy?
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