I can’t imagine that Jesus ever meant for us to strip other peoples of their ancient understandings and way of life, their culture and their religion, as Christians, in an attempt to carry out the Great Commission, have done – over and over again.
I wonder about the use of the word “my” before the word “peace.” It seems that just leaving us with “peace” would have been a good gesture in advance of Jesus’ lift-off. But Jesus seems to own the brand. Jesus has a kind of peace that is not like the peace offered by “the world.” And what we know about the term “The world” in John’s gospel and in the early church writings is that “world” does not refer to the planet on which we live, but to the noise in which we live.
Bereft, the disciples stare at the empty sky. The Master has disappeared, this time for good. He turned their worlds upside down, set their hearts afire, opened their minds to new understandings and their imaginations to new dreams. And now he is gone. They crane their necks, trying to catch one final glimpse of him, but the sky is innocent of all miraculous goings on. They are on their own.
Two strangers in white have […]