Conversatio Divina

Part 4 of 18

A God Who Welcomes Us

The Radical Reversal of Living God’s Love

Jerrell Jobe

As I was growing up, much of the summer was spent playing on my grandfather’s farm. At my fingertips were trucks and tractors, ponds and creeks, cows and goats, frogs and snakes. What more could a boy ask for? All these, plus what seemed like unending fields and pastures just waiting to be explored. 

My grandfather, affectionately referred to as PawPaw, spent most of his summer days on the tractor working in the fields. When I wasn’t sitting on his lap riding with him (pretending to be driving all by myself ), I could be found exploring, with endless curiosity, the far-reaching corners of the aforementioned farm. Skipping rocks across the pond, splashing in the creek, fishing, playing with black snakes, and riding my motorized dirt bike were some of my favorite pastimes. 

All was well in my boyhood world, and then the unthinkable would occur—the kind of tragedy that can only happen to an adventurous young boy: I’d break my fishing line, get my fishing hook stuck in some brush, experience a flat tire, stall out the dirt bike, or experience some other mishap that was typically the result of my youth-filled ignorance. There was only one solution to be sought for all these problems. In the inescapable silence that follows escapades interrupted, I would listen for the sound of the tractor. Once I had heard it, I would begin my trek in that direction. 

Across freshly plowed fields, I would walk until I had PawPaw in sight. Inevitably, as I continued to approach, PawPaw would spot me coming, as if he knew intuitively it was only a matter of time until some misadventure would bring me his way. Faithfully, he would slow the tractor down to a halt, and then unhurriedly step down from his Ford-made throne. 

Wasting no time, I would pour out the details of the latest the incident, pointing in the direction of my sorrows. PawPaw listened. My problems were never life threatening. They were petty at best. Yet, once I was finished, without another word or further question, he would head straightaway to the route I indicated. Shoulder slightly hunched over, he would eat up the ground with his characteristic long, slow, yet steady, stride. 

Once there, he would do whatever it took to right the wrong, fix the broken or mend the pain. Once everything was back as it should be (after twenty or thirty minutes, or sometimes even an hour or more), he would return to the tractor and proceed from where he had left off. 

Not once did he respond to my arrival with Let me do one more lap around the field or I must hurry and finish before the rain comes . . . before dinner . . . before dark. . . . 

Not once did I hear, This is kind of important. Can’t you find something else to play with for a little while? 

Never was there a I’ll be right there, the response typically given by adults merely to buy time in hopes that the child will become distracted with something else. There wasn’t even a grimace on his face or a grunt of irritation under his breath. His reaction was always the same. He looked down. He stopped. He stepped down and walked with me to the place of my need. 

01.  Living God’s Love

I’ve discovered, some thirty years later, that these characteristics and responses are exceedingly rare across the landscape of humanity. But don’t be mistaken, there’s a greater lesson here than the sentimental memories of a patient, selfless display of a grandfather toward his grandson. These experiences bore the very image of God, the God of Deuteronomy 6:4–9, being impressed on the heart and life of a little boy. 

This was, and is, an image of God that to this day has served to shape how I understand and relate to my Father in Heaven. It’s an image that has also influenced how I endeavor to father my children and pastor those I come in contact on a weekly basis. 

This is a dimension of God’s image that I believe is in dire need of being resurrected in us today. Many in society view God as some sort of distant, impersonal cosmic force. Perhaps not consciously, many believe and are prone to live as though God is too busy to be bothered with our daily petty affairs. Others of us suppose He’s inclined to listen, but inwardly really don’t expect Him to move on our behalf. 

02.  This Is Simply Not the Truth!

With greater ease than my PawPaw ever demonstrated as he stepped down from the “throne,” God steps down to listen and to be with us. Our Heavenly Father is not too occupied with the affairs of the world to attend to our present needs, even as He’s enthroned over the entire universe. 

I can’t remember my PawPaw ever verbally telling me what God was like, yet my practical theology of God the Father was forged by the deeds of his calloused hands and sweat-stained overalls. My PawPaw was a carpenter and a farmer. He never bore the title pastor, yet to this day his selfless serving and unhurried pace have challenged me more than any seminary course on pastoral ministry. 

What PawPaw taught me is that God is never in a hurry. He is never too busy, nor trapped by a deadline, needing to race against time to do all that needs to be done. Rather, He is always accessible. God is always approachable. Even when we’ve broken something, even when we’ve failed as a parent, leader or pastor. Even in the midst of our greatest tragedies, God lovingly attends to us with enduring patience all the same. 

PawPaw embodied for me a powerful truth found in the New Testament letter to the Hebrews: 

 

For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. (Hebrews 4:15–16, NIVScripture quotations marked (NIV) are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV®. Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide. www.zondervan.com The “NIV” and “New International Version” are trademarks registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office by Biblica, Inc.™) 

 

With the same childlike assurance and trust that PawPaw would stop whatever he was busy doing to lovingly extend help in my time of need, we can come confidently before God and “receive mercy and find grace to help” in our time of need. This is a stunning image of God that has great relevance for each of us. 

Often times, God gets misconstrued as a wrath-filled, white-knuckled tyrant on the edge of His throne, anxiously waiting the moment of vengeance. After all, the “God of the Old Testament” is a God of wrath, isn’t He? At times, many can relate to God (at least subconsciously) out of this mental model that God is somehow upset, angry or disappointed. 

The prophet Zephaniah gives us a vivid portrayal of the God of the Old Testament contrary to our wrath-filled stereotypes. Instead, Zephaniah shows us One who passionately encircles those in whom He finds pleasure. The prophet speaks of a God who so loves us, He can’t stop singing about us. He is a passionate, celebrating, joy-filled Being! “The lord your God in your midst, the Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing,” he writes, nearly tripping over himself to express God’s tenderness (Zephaniah 3:17, NIV). 

03.  The Beloved Son

PawPaw passed away this past summer. His passing ignited a series of reflections on his legacy and the image of God he embodied. I’ve been thinking about what this view of God means to me personally as a child of God, as well as how it relates to my role as a father of three and a pastor. As I reflected on his life, I saw the gifts that he had given me by welcoming me without qualification, loving me without condition and helping me without expecting reciprocation. 

PawPaw presented to me a stunning image of God. I’m convinced that God desperately wants each of us to know this dimension of His being. With that, I believe it is essential for our ministry to others to flow from this disposition: God is the Loving Host, and we are the Beloved Guest. Without this understanding, in this progression, ministry can become subtly about something other than drawing people deeper into the life transforming fellowship with God. It can become about us, rather than about Jesus. 

The Gospels exemplify this well. Early in each book, Jesus emerges on the banks of the Jordan River in order to be baptized. The synoptic gospels read one element of this account virtually the same: “As Jesus came up out of the water, he saw the heavens splitting apart and the Holy Spirit descending on him like a dove. And a voice from heaven said, ‘You are my dearly loved Son, and you bring me great joy’” (Mark 1:11, NLTScripture quotations marked (NLT) are taken from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2007 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Streams, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.; see also Matthew 3:17 and Luke 3:22).  

This is extremely important for us to grasp fully. Think about it. In terms of ministry, what had Jesus done up until this point? Nothing. No piercing sermons. No supernatural miracles. No demonstrations of power. Nothing. This isn’t to say that this act of obedience was a small matter, nor was the life He’d lived up to this point irrelevant. However, it is worth noting that no dramatic miracle, deliverance or teaching transpired prior to this foundational declaration from the heart of the Father, “You are my Beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. You bring me great joy.” 

Jesus didn’t perform miracles to procure God’s love for Himself; rather ministry flowed out of this foundational understanding of being God’s Beloved. Living as the beloved affects how we welcome others, how we respond to interruption or a diversion to our well-laid plans for ministry and life. Thus, an integral component of pastoral ministry in any setting is the creation of an environment for people to develop a conscious awareness of God, His true posture toward them and the season they are in on their spiritual journey. 

Life, as well as our spiritual journey is cyclical; it consists of various rhythms and seasons. There are seasons of rest. At other times, we can hardly seem to keep up with what God is shifting, changing, rearranging and healing within our souls. Regardless, God is always at work, carrying on that which He initiated (Philippians 1:6). God always knows what we need. As a result, He always approaches us from the vantage point of one who knows and offers us perfect provision. On our part, spiritual maturity often begins simply with a growing awareness of where God is presently active and what He is inviting us into. 

The same is true for those whom we are leading, ministering and communicating to—pastorally or personally. Each of the people we encounter is on an unfolding journey toward Christlikeness. God is at work in their lives. Therefore, we must interact with others from this place of reverence, wonder and awe. What does it look like to help others grow in an awareness to God’s present, loving activity through our leading, ministering, teaching and communicating?

04.  Receiving the Gift

I love how The Message Scripture quotations marked (The Message) are from The Message by Eugene H. Peterson, copyright (c) 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002. Used by permission of NavPress Publishing Group. All rights reserved. captures 1 Peter 1:18. It says, “Your life is a journey you must travel with a deep consciousness of God.” Our life is a journey. We are going somewhere. We are engaged in the unfolding journey of being transformed into the image of Christ. 

Here’s an amazing truth to consider: while most of us still have a long ways to go before we fully embody Christlikeness, God always joins us where we are at and lovingly walks with us toward the next step. In other words, God doesn’t show up where we’re at and demand we immediately advance to where we should be, could be or would’ve been if. Instead, God patiently journeys with us. 

 This is a quintessential element of hospitable ministry. Simply, to welcome a traveler where they are. This is what God does for us and what we are to do for others. Hospitality, Henri Nouwen reminds us, “is not to change people, but to offer them space where change can take place.” Just as the grace of God creates space where spiritual transformation can transpire, in ministry we create space for that grace to be extended to others. Foundationally, this directs how we engage others. Every person is unique and interesting—and it’s our job to see their individuality, to wonder at their belovedness. No one’s life exists outside of the story that they’ve lived up to this point in time—and it is my role to welcome that story, rather than try to impose my own. Instead, I need to enter the story of the person before me. I want to engage them as if they truly possess uniqueness. I want to see their very presence for what it is, a gift. 

Indeed, even the weariest of traveler’s often arrive carrying precious gifts with them. These guests are often more than willing to share these gifts, if only a receptive host can help draw them out, a truth demonstrated again and again in Scripture. 

One afternoon, during the hottest part of the day, Abraham was sitting outside his tent. He looked up and saw three travelers on a journey. Scripture says when Abraham “saw them, he ran to meet them and welcomed them.” He called out, “stop here for a while . . . let me prepare some food to refresh you before you continue on your journey.” He invited them in; they agreed to stay for a while. Abraham is a gracious host; they are the guests. Abraham brings out the gifts; they willing receive. But, in a matter of moments, everything changes. The guest becomes the host. And the new host, who was formerly a guest, reveals the gift that they have brought. In a stunning moment, one of the guests reveals himself as the Lord. The gift? The announcement that Abraham and Sarah will bear a son (Genesis 18:1–15, NLT). 

In another inversion of guest and host, consider the story of Elijah the prophet entering the village of Zarephath. In the village there was a widow who took in Elijah, offering him food to eat and a place to sleep. She had very little, yet in the process of her welcoming this stranger as best she can, Elijah makes himself known as a prophet of God. Once again, the guest becomes the host. As the tables are turned, one who came in need is now promising to provide an abundance of oil to cook with and food to eat. Sometime later, the woman’s son became sick and died. Miraculously, it was through Elijah (the guest) that the widow (the host) received her son back to life (1 Kings 17:8–24). 

One of my favorite stories in the New Testament is the account of the two disciples walking on the road to Emmaus. It’s another example of the role reversal of host and guest. As the two disciples traveled back to their hometown, a stranger joined them. They spent the afternoon walking and talking about the recent events in Jerusalem, until they reached their destination. At this point, the stranger acted as if he would continue on down the road. But the two disciples “begged him, ‘Stay the night with us, since it is getting late.’” Scripture says, the stranger “went home with them” and they sat down to eat. At this moment the most surprising thing happens. Their guest took the food and blessed it, broke it and gave it to them to eat. In that moment, the guest became the host. The stranger reveals himself as their friend, none other than Jesus Himself. Suddenly the disciples’ eyes are opened to see the gift that had been before them all along (Luke 24:13–35, NIV). 

In each of these accounts, something amazing transpires. Dividing lines of hierarchical status, position, and even the assumed roles of host and guest disintegrate as hearts and lives are joined together in radical acts of hospitality. Hope is awakened. Healing emerges as each reveals the gift that they’ve been carrying. These interactions are more a process of discovery than they are a finite moment of revelation. They are the byproduct of wide-eyed curiosity and wonder. However, the enslavement to the urgent often impedes us from seeing what, or in many cases who, is before us at the present moment. For this reason, when I meet a someone—perhaps in the lobby, after a service or even in the community—I’m cognizant of the fact that, I may not have another interaction like this ever again, with this individual. 

These days, I serve as a teaching pastor in Mission, Texas, in an amazing community far from my PawPaw’s farm and the cornfields of my youth. The congregation I serve is located at the crossroads of cultures, less than five miles from the Mexican border. As a result, we offer hospitality to people from at least two countries—and many more economic backgrounds. In addition, every winter the Rio Grande Valley welcomes nearly two-hundred-thousand Winter Texans. Winter Texans are typically retired individuals who make the annual pilgrimage South to avert the bone-chilling realities of the Midwest. Talking about a convergence of diversity of cultures! On any given Sunday, I can go from praying with a retired Winter Texan about an upcoming surgery to being alongside a Mexican national who needs prayer for a loved one recently kidnapped by drug traffickers. 

The needs of these strangers are no different from Elijah and the widow, or the couple of the road to Emmaus. Often it seems, they come to me for counsel and prayer, yet as they walk away I’m the one who is strengthened and inspired. People like Linda, a dear lady in her late sixties, who just last week grabbed hands with me in the middle of the lobby so that we could pray for a person in the RV Resort where she is staying. Linda stood there, tears streaming down her face, as we prayed for the salvation of a life-hardened gentleman in need of the love of Christ. She left filled with hope and expectancy; I remained there asking God to renew in me a passion like that for those who are far from knowing His love. 

And there is Carlos, a young father who left everything and relocated his family to our town. “I don’t want my kids to have to grow up in that,” he said of the place from which they escaped, “all they see is violence and destruction.” Recently, I had the opportunity of baptizing Carlos and his wife. They left the waters of baptism with gratefulness for Christ’s redemption and a renewed faith for what the days ahead could look like. I, on the other hand, stood beside the waters of their baptism invigorated by their sincere public expression of faith and in awe of this father’s courage to leave everything, leading his young family on a voyage into uncharted territory. On occasions like these, the stranger I welcomed was the one to open the Scriptures to me, and as we broke bread together as the body of Christ, my eyes were opened to see Christ in each of these individuals. As it turned out, I had been the stranger and they were the ones who came bearing gifts. 

05.  Only Once This Way

In ancient times, a weary traveler may only pass a particular way once. The practicalities of transport, resources and means meant that rarely were journeys made in more than one direction. Instead, these travelers would emerge, seemingly from the shadows, rest for a while within the refreshing company of a welcoming host and then, as quickly as they arrived, disappear. More and more, I’m beginning to see ministry from this perspective. Ministry, be it counseling, praying, encouraging, preaching, teaching or simply sharing a cup coffee is more about the journey than it is the destination. 

Ministry is about journeying with another person, walking with them, with God. It’s about joining them where they are and moving with them, with God toward what He is inviting them into. In part, ministry, whatever the expression, is about recognizing this very well could be the only encounter I have with the person presently before me. Thus, it operates from the prayerful posture of, “God, this may be the only moment like this that I will ever have with this person. May the words I speak and the responses I give simply join with the present activity of Your Spirit and give to this person what they need in this place, at this time.” 

This prayer invades and informs my personal conversations, as well as my sermons. The goal of such interactions isn’t necessarily to get something out of it (or out of them for that matter), rather it’s simply about joining another person on their journey with God. It’s about recognizing the beauty of where and how God is at work within another human, or church community, or family. Middle Eastern hospitality was not contingent upon the future reciprocation of services rendered back by the guest. Rather, the host simply took the initiative to serve those at hand. Such a hospitable approach to ministry may sound simple, yet it requires a great deal of intentionality and often seems quite counter intuitive. At times, churches can become prone to only give such focused attention to those who are more akin to residences than guests (or shall we say members, rather than visitors). 

Each of us must wrestle with the following realities: What is our perspective of a person who may be visiting our church? Could it be, that there are people who are only going to be here (at a given church/ministry) for a short season? Are we okay with that? Do we only pour into people who will give back at a later date? Are we prone to invest primarily in those who will become a significant contributor, a pivotal volunteer, or a potential leader? Could this very mindset be inverted hospitality, which is no hospitality at all?

06.  A Stranger for a Season

Several months ago I met David. He and his family had just started attending our church. As it turned out, David was no stranger to church or ministry. He was a seminary graduate with years of ministry experience. It was immediately apparent that he had a heartfelt passion for Christ, not to mention a deep love for the Church. David, however, was physically tired, mentally exhausted and his soul was weighed down and weary. He had been through a long, rough season of ministry that led, eventually, to his resignation. 

I remember one of the first times we met over coffee. He shared with me how refreshing the past several weeks had been for him spiritually. “On the one hand,” he said, “I’m not hearing anything necessarily foreign or new, yet at the same time, it’s like I’ve never heard the gospel and life with God like this before. There’s something rejuvenating about it all. There’s a resurgence of passion for God and His Word growing in my soul. I’m beginning to see ministry and church from a fresh perspective.” 

Hospitable ministry recognizes that there are people who are going to be a part of our ministry for a season. Over the past fifteen years of being in and around different ministries, I’ve seen this time and time again. No doubt, some of these occasions were simply folks that seemed to “flake out” after a while. I’m not referring to these scenarios. I’m talking about people, like David, who though they may only be there for a short season, bring with them a divine sense that it is indeed a God-ordained transitional season for them. It is a set-aside time by God to do something specific within their soul. This could be a form of sabbatical-rest after a long, busy stint of ministry. It may be a needed time of healing after undergoing some type of falling out. Others may just need some time and space to detox from church as they’ve known it, or even unlearn certain ways of doing church. 

What if during these seasons, for these people, our church is that place? What if we are merely a rest stop in their journey? A place in time where no responsibility is heaped on them, where they are free from expectations to be, do or even perform? Discerning ministry says We are okay with you simply coming, listening, receiving, being healed—and we are honored to be a part of your process and journey. 

This is, I believe, one of the ways in which the Church becomes bigger and stronger. This is, in part, what it looks like for “each part to do its part.” The Apostle Paul wrote, “He makes the whole body fit together perfectly. As each part does its own special work, it helps the other parts grow, so that the whole body is healthy and growing and full of love” (Ephesians 4:16, NLT). This verse is typically quoted and applied to a local congregation. And, while it fully applies to a local community of believers, the “whole body” of Christ is bigger than one local expression. What does it look like to apply this verse to a cluster of churches within a city, a region or beyond? What a concept! Each church, when it does “its own special work, helps” other churches grow, so that the “whole body is healthy and growing and full of love.” There is something very compelling and beautiful at work here underneath the surface. It’s a vivid outworking of the subversive kingdom of God, being manifest throughout the selfless bride of Christ. It’s simply welcoming a traveler in where they are at, walking with them, with God, while they are with us.

Footnotes

Jerrell Jobe is a teaching pastor at Palm Valley Church in Mission, Texas. He is passionate about seeing people experience the life transforming power of Christ. He has a MA in Spiritual Formation & Leadership from Spring Arbor University. He is married to Charissa and has three children: Micah, (9) Naylah (6) and Avi (4). In his free time, Jerrell enjoys reading, playing with his children, as well as running, cycling and swimming.