Poor Charlie Brown. A single ornament and his Christmas tree collapses. “I killed it! Augghh! Everything I touch gets ruined!”
Is this what the Christian life is meant to look like?
Walter Brueggemann has pointed out that the God of the prophet Jeremiah grants His covenant to His people without reason or explanation. It is not preceded by invitation. And so it goes: “I will write it on their hearts; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people.” If only it felt that easy.
We romanticize this process but in doing so forget that it is a process. It doesn’t simply conclude 5 minutes later with Linus and Lucy singing a rousing “Hark! the Herald Angels Sing”. The permanence is not to be taken lightly. After all, tattoos hurt. Firebrands hurt.
Maybe the discomfort is a not a sign of injury but rather a marker of overcoming.
God, by invading our hearts, has written the capacity for faithfulness and commitment into our souls. We will become God’s people, and perhaps someday we will do out of love and intuition what we try to do today out of duty — but that will involve a certain death of the self, a radical shifting of allegiances, and I wonder if we shouldn’t expect some grind this side of the eschaton.
William Cavanaugh has written compellingly that the Christian life is about “practicing heaven now, on earth, even if it gets you killed. It’s not about making our way to Christ in some far-off eschaton; Christ is the way”.