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Meditation 8.2
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On Saturdays, we consider a passage of Scripture:
For though I am free from all, I have made myself a servant to all, that I might win more of them. 20 To the Jews I became as a Jew, in order to win Jews. To those under the law I became as one under the law (though not being myself under the law) that I might win those under the law. 21 To those outside the law I became as one outside the law (not being outside the law of God but under the law of Christ) that I might win those outside the law. 22 To the weak I became weak, that I might win the weak. I have become all things to all people, that by all means I might save some. 23 I do it all for the sake of the gospel, that I may share with them in its blessings.
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It is scripture like this that reveals one of the most appealing aspects of Christianity — compassion, real compassion. To become weak for the weak, as one outside the law, all things to all people, means to me to have spent some time understanding people and how to speak to them in a meaningful way that reaches them.
“I do it all for the sake of the gospel, that I may share with them its blessings.”
That is the most important thing any of us can do. This life is short; the next forever. I Cor. 13 also puts the emphasis on love, which would mean we want others to have the salvation God has given. Otherwise we can give everything away to the poor, speak wonderful words, and even give our very lives, but it will not be of eternal value for ourselves or anyone else.
I went on a motorcycle camping trip one Memorial Day with a Hispanic Christian motorcycle club whose “colors” (jean jacket with the sleeves cut off and their logo emblazoned on the back) had the 1 Cor 9:22 reference.
They were a rough looking bunch of chopper riders that fit in with all the other chopper gangs that were camping in the same area, to whom they witnessed by giving out Chick tracts with a chopper rider in the story line.
I remember one gang leader inviting us all to their camp that night for beer, dope, and women, to which our spokesman responded, uh, we don’t do beer, dope, and women. I’ll never forget the dumbfounded look on the gang leader’s face and his response, “Well, what do you do for fun then?”
I also remember be struck dumb by the question, because of the multitude of other ways to have fun.
CoyoteBlue,
You are so right.
For me the lesson is that people are people, no matter their station in life, and they are neither to be despised nor idolized, but respected and loved.