Is Jesus a Liar?
October 29, 2012
Rachel Pieh Jones was raised in the Christian West. Now she live in the Muslim East. She writes, runs and raises three children. She prays for peace. Follow her on her blog.
In 2003, I moved to Somalia. My husband had a teaching contract at the only functional university in the northern breakaway republic known as Somaliland, and I was going to concentrate on raising our twin toddlers. I brought with me peanut butter, English novels, Lego, and certain expectations.
I expected my husband to make a significant contribution to the development of the nation. I expected to be a good mother and a loving neighbor. But the most foundational expectation I carried was that Jesus was not a liar.
Jesus promised some things and I came to Africa expecting—needing—Him to fulfill those promises. I thought the promises were that life would be fascinating, challenging (but not quite death-defyingly difficult) and meaningful. I thought I would feel reasonably comfortable and useful, that I would be able to mask my weaknesses.
But then things got hard. There was an emergency evacuation from Somalia. A deadly flood. A car accident. A move to my third country in less than a year, Djibouti, where my husband had a new teaching position. Sick children. Loneliness. Futility. Oppressive heat.
And I started to wonder: Had I misunderstood? Or was Jesus a liar?
The most foundational expectation I carried was that Jesus was not a liar.
If Jesus promised a comfortable life, He’s a liar.
But He didn’t. He promised His presence (Matthew 28:20).
Mercy doesn’t come easy to a sinful heart. I cringe when my children step in human feces left in the yard after a meal for homeless women. Sometimes I close my eyes when I pull sweaty, unwashed hands to my lips for the traditional kiss of greeting. I grow impatient when beggars stop me and ask for medicine when I am late for a meeting or a play date.
If Jesus promised a natural affection, He’s a liar.
But he didn’t. He promised to show mercy to the merciful (Matthew 5:7).
I don’t understand why I have so much. Why my children attend school and eat dessert. Why we own a car. Why my neighbor can’t afford school supplies and skips dinner so her children can eat. Why I am not the one selling my body every night for a bottle of water. Why I have all my limbs and all my senses and all my education.
If Jesus promised this life would all make sense, He’s a liar.
But He didn’t. He promised that caring for the needy is also caring for Him (Matthew 25:40).
I am angry about poverty and disease and injustice and oppression. I’m angry about insulting movies and murdered ambassadors. I’m angry about being called a whore and watching people make throat-slitting motions at me because of the color of my skin. I’m angry about Christians who say, “How can you stand hand-in-hand with Muslims?” and who who pass cruel, judgmental emails around the Internet.
If Jesus promised world peace, He’s a liar.
But He didn’t. He promised to be our peace (John 14:27; Ephesians 2:14).
All I have is this one life. All I have are insufficient words. All I have is this temporary, weak, selfish body. After 10 years in Somalia and Djibouti teaching, developing small businesses and working with female athletes, I’ve started to wonder if I have made any impact—made any difference at all.
If Jesus promised superhero strength and powers and effectiveness, He’s a liar.
But He didn’t. He promised the power of an empty grave (Philippians 3:10).
I am an alien and a stranger, longing for the heavenly country Jesus secured for me.
This assurance of the presence of Jesus, no matter where I live, is the source for fullness of joy, the sustaining fountain to which I return daily. Overflowing, over-spilling fullness. Not because His being with me makes things comfortable, but because He reminds me to fix my eyes not on what is seen but on what is unseen. To look deeper than a dirty hand or the stifling heat or my own sin. To see His handiwork in a newborn baby and a dusty rose sunset and a merciful response in place of an impatient one.
His way of living, of loving, of dying and of reigning reminds me that I am not supposed to be completely comfortable. I am an alien and a stranger, longing for the heavenly country Jesus secured for me.
Here I am, relying on and loving and (dimly) reflecting Jesus, the One who is no liar.
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