For years I’ve heard people talking about how the Bible is meant to be taken literally. These people almost invariably point out certain laws in Leviticus. Never the laws that affect them personally, though. Shellfish and pork are fine. It’s also okay to eat meat on Friday. Divorce is quite acceptable, slavery is illegal, and it’s nearly impossible to get all of your clothes made of a single fabric. Almost everything is mixed fibers!
However, the laws that allow people to dictate how others live — those are literal! Homosexuals are bad! Witches are evil! Stone him! Burn her! Kill them all! Those are horrible laws. Why would anyone want to keep laws like these alive?
Leviticus is part of the history of the Israelites. These laws may have served a functional purpose at the time. But they hardly seem relevant to a supposed Christian society 5000-6000 years after the fact.
In fact, if we do want to call ourselves a Christian nation, maybe we should consider taking the teachings of Christ literally instead. How about the Gospel according to Matthew?
In Matthew, Jesus performed many miracles. He healed the sick, caused the blind to see and the deaf to hear, and began raising people from the dead. Twice he fed thousands from a very small amount of food!
He also laid down many laws. Do not be angry, do not swear an oath, do not resist an evil person. Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. He strictly forbade divorce and has stern words for hypocrites. Anyone who announces their gifts to the needy, prays in public, or would “disfigure their face to show others they are fasting” will get no reward from God. They put on a show to receive applause from others. They have received their reward and deserve no more.
The concept that Jesus talks about the most in Matthew is faith. Matthew 17:20 Truly I tell you, if you have faith so small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you. Matthew 21:21-22 Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, ‘Go throw yourself into the sea’ and it will be done. If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.
He also repeatedly accuses his disciples and other followers of having little faith. In Matthew 8:23-27 they were in a boat when a storm began to rock the boat. Being afraid they were going to drown, they awoke Jesus to save them. Matthew 8:26 He replied, ‘You of little faith, why are you so afraid?’ Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.
An even more interesting story is in Matthew 16:21-33. Here Jesus sends his disciples ahead in a boat. When he was ready to catch up to them the next morning, he simply walked across the water to the boat! The disciples freaked out but Jesus called Peter to walk with him. He was able to for a moment but began to sink when he got scared. “Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. ‘You of little faith,’ he said, ‘why did you doubt?'”
In Matthew 17:20 Jesus referred to “faith so small as a mustard seed”. Why a mustard seed? What’s the significance of mustard seeds? Matthew 13:31-32 The Kingdom of Heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of the seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.
So the mustard seed is the smallest seed yet it has the greatest potential. How does a seed reach this potential?
Matthew 12:3-9 A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Still other fell on good soil, where it produced a crop – a hundred, sixty, or thirty times what was sown.
It sounds pretty straight forward. We must sow our mustard seed of faith in good soil in order to produce a crop. OK, easier said than done. In Matthew 5 and 6 Jesus gives a list of rules to live rightly. Most of these rules regard relationships with other people – don’t hold on to anger (5:22), do not swear an oath at all (5:34-37), do not resist an evil person (5:39-42), love your enemies (5:43-47), and “do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” (6:34)
I believe this last verse is most significant because in Matthew 10 he gives his disciples the ability to heal and cast out demons then sends them out to spread the ministry but to take nothing with them. He instructs them to look for hospitality in the various towns they visit. Here they get to put Matthew 6:34 into practice! Is this the soil in which we must plant our mustard seed of faith? Not worrying for tomorrow but knowing tomorrow’s needs will be met? Again, easier said than done!
What will happen if our seed is sown in this soil? Matthew 17:20 Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain ‘Move from here to there and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.’ Matthew 21:21-22 Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to this fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain ‘Go throw yourself in the sea’, and it will be done. If you believe you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.
Trees withered! Mountains moved! Prayers answered! That is quite a statement but Jesus makes it twice in Matthew so it is possible. Jesus said, “Nothing will be impossible for you.” NOTHING!
So why don’t we have a nation of people walking on water or quelling storms or withering trees or even healing the sick or feeding thousands? Is it so difficult to plant our faith seed in the Words of Jesus so that it can become a tree with birds perched in its branches? We must practice living the words of love and faith spoken by Jesus so that we can ask in prayer without doubt.
I guess this explains why modern Christians prefer to take the harsh words of Leviticus literally rather than the words of hope and love spoken by Jesus in the Gospel according to Matthew. It’s easier to condemn our neighbor “because God said so” than to have faith in our own ability to perform miracles, even though Jesus taught us the possibility.
There once was a beam of sunlight named Little Rey.
Little Rey was smaller than most of the beams around her but she shone the brightest of them all.
She was so small that she never touched very many lives at one time but she was so bright that every life she touched was affected by her.
Some of these lives grew and bloomed and thrived because her light nourished them.
Others shriveled and shrank back into the shadows because her light overwhelmed them.
Whether a life grew or shriveled was not Little Rey’s fault. It was merely a chemical reaction.
But every tine someone pulled away she wondered what she’d done wrong.
The truth is she had done nothing wrong. It just was.
And when a life grew and thrived she celebrated for them but never saw her own light as part of it.
Then one day she found a little weed. He had been stepped on and kicked and hadn’t seen any light in all his life.
Little Rey plucked the little weed from the cold ground and planted him in a little pot.
She nurtured him with her light and watered him with her love. She strengthened his stem from where he had been stepped on.
Soon the little weed had outgrown his little pot so Little Rey planted him in her garden.
He continued to grow and grow and soon was the biggest tree to have ever existed! All because Little Rey, the smallest of the lights, loved and nurtured him.
As it happens, this tree began to bear fruit. Every kind of fruit known, plus a few unknown, grew on this tree. When asked what kind of tree he was, Little Rey just said he was an Every Fruit Tree.
Now this tree loved Little Rey with every bit of love she had always shown him. He inhaled pollution and exhaled vital oxygen. He produced enough fruit to feed hundreds, if not thousands, every day.
The Every Fruit Tree knew he would continue to grow and could continue his mission of producing fruit for all only as long as Little Rey shone on him and watered him with her Love.
He focused very hard on his love and gratitude for Little Rey until a special golden fruit grew on one of his upper branches.
“Little Rey,” he called out, “I have something for you. You found me as a broken, ugly weed and nurtured me when noone else could. I love you and am so grateful. I would never have grown and been able to provide for everyone if not for your Love. I grew this special golden fruit to say thank you and I love you, too.”
Little Rey picked the golden fruit. She looked at its skin and turned it over in her hands. She held it up to her nose and inhaled deeply. It was the sweetest scent she’d ever smelled!
“Go ahead. Taste it!” encouraged the Tree.
She bit into the fruit and her mouth was awash in an explosion of flavors! It was apples and strawberries, kiwi and bananas, oranges and grapes all at once!
“Finish it,” her friend instructed.
Every bite was a new riot of flavors!
“It’s incredible!” she told him. “What is it?”
“It’s an Every Dream Fruit,” he replied. “It’s everything you’ve ever desired. From now on you will have everything your heart desires. Anything you wish, so long as the wish comes from your heart, will be yours. If you want enough money to buy a home for yourself and a hundred other people, it’s yours. If you want the opportunity to shine your Light on more and more people, you’ll get it. If you want a lover, please let that be me because I love you above all.”
“Oh, Tree,” Little Rey sobbed, overjoyed to know he loved her as she had always loved him. “There could never be anyone else!”
“Then, come,” he said, “Let’s build your houses that you may be comfortable and help as many people as you choose.”
And they worked together, his love making her glow brighter and hers making him grow taller and bear more fruit.
The two of them worked together to house the homeless and feed the hungry, to love the unloved and welcome the unwanted, and they made it their goal that all who crossed their path would be enriched for it.
IN MY EXPERIENCE having a child with autism is frustrating. Why doesn’t she understand me? Why won’t he listen? Just tie your own shoes already! Therapy. Testing. IEPs. School therapy. School testing. More meetings. She threw a fit at lunch today and we don’t know why. Was the cheese melty or the vegetables cooked? For a long time she refused to eat anything brown. He won’t eat a sandwich with condiments on it or anything with mayo.
IN MY EXPERIENCE having a child with autism is stressful. She forgets she needs to be quiet right now. He picks on her to get a reaction. She reacts. Violently. He thinks he’s smarter than everyone else. She can say “4 times 8 is 32” twenty times in a row and forget it on the 21st. The restaurant made the food wrong and meltdown is imminent if they don’t eat soon! I just want to scream!
IN MY EXPERIENCE having a child with autism is sad. I didn’t get the experiences I expected to have with my little girl. There are things that she just wasn’t/isn’t/may never be able to do. Other experiences have filled in for what I thought I wanted.
IN MY EXPERIENCE having a child with autism is full of questions ranging from guilt-induced to unanswerable. What did I do wrong? Nothing. That’s counter-productive, harmful thinking brought about by grief and guilt. When will she (fill in the blank)? In her own time… or not. What will happen when she’s 18? Will she be able to work? Will she be able to live independently or will she always need a caretaker? Will she ever be able to have a family of her own? Too many questions!
IN MY EXPERIENCE having a child with autism is a major learning experience! I have learned patience. Now I can wait for her to finish her own sentences and tie her own shoes. I can listen to them fight and not intervene until it’s obvious neither of them can change the course. I can scrape a perfectly delicious meal into the garbage and make her a bowl of ramen noodles (OK, not often but as long as she’s TRIED it!). I can sit through a public melt-down and smile and wave at anyone who stares. I can explain to anyone who asks what set her off (usually, I know the kid pretty well now). I can sit for hours at a time in waiting rooms with other parents and a magazine to keep me company.
IN MY EXPERIENCE having a child with autism is joyous! It took her a year to potty train. Her first steps were at 17 months. She was pre-verbal until she was five. Learned to ride her bike at 8. Brought home a party invitation from a classmate… and actually wanted to go! She used a full sentence to state a request instead of a single word or, worse yet, a gesture. Those early years where other parents have a milestone seemingly every day are filled with questions and why-nots but we get many of the same milestones just spread out over a longer time frame. Making them much more precious and joyous when they do occur. We also count every little accomplishment as a milestone where as many parents may overlook them.
IN MY EXPERIENCE having a child with autism is full of every kind of loving imaginable. Giggles, hugs, cuddles, cats, horses, smiles, running across a store with a big smile to a certain toy then running back screaming “MOOOMMMMMMM!” as though she hasn’t seen me in a year, storytime, throw a blanket on her head, fits, meltdowns, emotional upheaval, major mood swings, roller coaster, my worst day is your Tuesday, your worst day is my Thursday.
I want her to grow and to learn. To have better control over certain behaviors that make her a bully target. But never to change. She is sweet, loving, caring. Strange animals come up to her so she’ll pet them. Horses, cats, even chickens. She doesn’t like dogs much, though. They’re too loud and bouncy.
I know other families have a much harder path than I do and I know there are parents who would change their disabled kids in a heartbeat if they could. If I were in a harder situation, I may want to, too. But that is not my path. My path is a 16 year old with Asperger’s Syndrom and a 9 year old with PDD-NOS/autism. And although some days seem as though bedtime will never come, my life is an adventure. An adventure that my kids make well worth any frustration or stress or headaches. And I love them for the perfectly imperfect, amazingly amazing individuals they are!