John the Baptist cried out in the wilderness, “Prepare Ye the way of the Lord!” Whatever he could find he ate it, including locust. We often see him characterized as a man living in the desert, covered in dust, wearing rags, barefoot, with unkempt hair and a rather long beard.
His name wasn’t trademarked, his face wasn’t plastered on billboards, he wasn’t the founder and CEO of a successful non-profit, he didn’t pass around a collection plate, and he wasn’t married with two kids who were on honor roll. John didn’t even have proof that the Lord was coming. Yet he continued on with his message, “Prepare Ye the way of the Lord!”
I would have written him off as a lunatic. You would have done the same. C’mon, a man who lives in the desert, eating locust, telling US to prepare the way of the Lord?! Who is he to tell us elite, educated, privileged people this? Of all people, we would have known that! We would have read it in the latest “who’s who” Christian magazine or seen one of those tongue talking, prosperity believing, anointed men of God on TV talking about it. Surely, we of all people would have known, right?
Its hard for us to imagine God would go outside of our boxes we placed him in. If I referred to God with female pronouns from here on out, it would still be too much for some of you. Why? Because it doesn’t fit in with the God in your box. If I said Jesus was black and never showed another picture depicting him as white, some of you would call foul.
I believe it was the same for John the Baptist. The religious leaders at that time couldn’t believe that God would use a crazy man, living in the wilderness, to prepare the way for the Messiah. That idea just didn’t agree with the God they boxed up so neatly.
Its not easy for us when God steps outside our boxes. Some think I am too liberal and “out there” with my religious beliefs. However, I know I am not. I am rather moderate really. I do, however, like to be the opposing voice, even if I don’t believe it. Why? Because I hope by doing so, it will provoke people to think outside the box. I try very hard not to box God in, yet, I often find ways that I have.
Like John the Baptist, I have joined many in the desert. I don’t by any means think of myself reputable or highly esteemed like John but rather I feel him and I have a similar calling, to prepare the way, to show God is too big to fit in anyone’s box.
Many of you have already assumed the message which I believe is coming out of today’s wilderness and already tuned me out. What I am talking about here is not about gay rights. I do not believe it is a call for same-sex marriage or allowing gay couples to adopt. These things may come about when this message is put into action, but it is not the focus here.
I believe the call coming from the wilderness today is to expand our limits. It is a call to love one another with a unconditional love. It is a call to abandon our fears; our fear of not having enough, the fear of being wrong, the fear of hell, the fear of being vulnerable, the fear of silence, the fear of speaking, the fear of being whole. It is a call to take care of others before ourselves. It’s a call that goes against all the social norms and makes us look crazy, but it is our call.
So how have we responded?
We have created non-profits that are profitable. We have justified our prosperity by quoting, “ask and you will receive.” We give after we have had enough. We live like we’re giving but take more than we give. We have become more politically motivated rather than being motivated by love. We demand everyone’s family to look like our own, sometimes, even down to the skin tone. Yet, we forget without love this is all nothing. It is void. It is incomplete.
We forget that one can give without loving, but one can not love without giving. We forget that love makes a family not gender. We forget that God doesn’t live in our boxes and when he steps out of them, we refuse to acknowledge it as anything divine.
John the Baptist may not have looked like us, smelled like us, or had a financial portfolio like some of us. However, the God he served didn’t live in a box like ours.
Let God out of the box. She may surprise you.
-Azariah Southworth