So that's about as far into the analogy as I'm going to go. Truth is, I'm hung up on Matthew 28:19-20. It appears to me that what Jesus is saying is that we are to go out and make disciples of people and THEN teach them to obey the commandments he gave us. Hang on. Let me read that again. Nope . . . I keep getting the same thing. I've been thinking about discipleship a lot lately, especially in regard to the flock God has charged me with leading. I've been racking my brain trying to figure out what it looks like to make disciples. A disciple is defined as "a student or follower of a teacher, leader or philosopher." Well there you go. Cool. Now how do I do that?
Well, one thing I am deciding is that "making disciples" does not involve me being the morality police. Sometimes we expect people to "clean it up" and then give it to God. From where I'm sitting, that's completely backwards. We don't clean our lives up and give them to God, we give our lives to him so he can clean them up. Where were you when God found you? A spiritual 3rd grader? I probably wasn't even that far along, but I know I am now. I don't exactly have my Masters yet, but I'm working on it. So to expect anyone who is spiritually in 3rd grade to be at the same point on the path with someone who has had the opportunities I have had in my life is irresponsible and unrealistic. And it might be borderline Pharisaical.
So here's what I've decided. I'm going to meet people where they are. I'm probably still going to wince when they say something that I'm uncomfortable with, but I'm going to get over it. And instead of bashing them with my morality police-issue nightstick, I'm going to try to love on them and let them know Jesus loves them as well. And maybe if we help lead people into a relationship with Jesus, they'll want to be better on their own. You can be a moral giant and still be lost. So I think what I need to do is lead people to Jesus, not moral codes, and see what happens. And in order for me to lead people to Jesus, I need to know where he is, which means I need to be a follower of Jesus and not just a poser who's trying to tell everyone else how to live their lives while my whitewashed tomb is full of dead men's bones.
I'm re-reading this rambling hot mess and it makes absolutely zero sense. I guess it's been all over the place, which is where my brain has been in this whole "disciple-making" internal conversation. So thanks for reading. I feel like I should come up with something clever to say now. I'm terrible at ending these posts.