If you’re sitting on the beach with the surf lapping at your feet while the sun is bright, and you’re sipping on some pineapple juice, or if you prefer it a bit tarter, lemonade, you can’t say that you’re enduring anything. That is unless you’re an albino prone to blistering in the sun, but you get where I’m going with this; at least, I hope you do.
There’s also the possibility that you’ve talked your home
church into sending you to Fiji or Cancun as a missionary, then just to feel
morally superior to everyone back home for not being out in the field, you
would see everything from lounging, to walking the promenade, to getting a fish
pedicure, to going for a swim as enduring. For some, enduring is no more than
the waiter forgetting the pineapple slice in their fruity drink.
If you don’t know what a fish pedicure is, those who have had
one insist you’ll never have a normal pedicure again. It’s a tub full of little
fish that eat the dead skin off your feet. They nibble at you until the soles
of your feet are as soft as a baby’s bottom. Then again, I guess it’s not for
everybody. My wife said it tickled too much.
Some people read the Bible in such a way that by the time
they’re done with a scripture passage, they perceive the opposite of what the
text says. Every time, without fail, what they’ve predetermined as being the
truth of scripture lines up with their preconceived notion or long-held belief.
It’s amazing how that happens! Well, brother, you know, God always agrees with
me. Huh? Is that the way it’s supposed to work? Such people aren’t looking for
direction or instruction; they’re looking for confirmation of their own
machinations.
If they were in a courtroom, it wouldn’t be leading the
witness; it would be punching the witness in the throat, demanding they retract
what they’d just said, and insisting they repeat after them.
The often-used analogy of reading the Bible as though you
were on a desert island and receiving it as such doesn’t necessarily track
because not only do you have preconceived notions swimming around in your
hippocampus. There are constant influences from within and without the
household of faith trying to direct you to their conclusion.
That whole metanoia thing in Romans isn’t a throwaway line.
The problem is that many believers nowadays resist the renewal of their minds
because the way they would view the world, themselves, and what God requires is
uncomfortable.
I prefer to approach the reading of the Bible as I would
following a recipe. The other night we had some friends over, and I made baked
brie. It had been a minute since I’d made it, so I looked up the recipe just to
refresh my memory and make sure I wasn’t skipping a crucial ingredient.
The recipe called for a handful of ingredients; I went to the
store and bought them, then I assembled them as per the instructions, preheated
the oven, put the soon-to-be gooey ball of goodness in for the allotted time,
then served it to my guests. If you must know, fig. I like fig preserve inside
the baked brie, and I’ll even settle for sour cherry in a pinch.
If I’d intended baked brie, and I ended up with a peanut
butter and jelly sandwich, I can’t blame the recipe book. I have to own it and
blame myself because I didn’t start out with the right ingredients, to begin
with.
Now, I could have made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and
passed them off for baked brie, hoping my guests wouldn’t know the difference.
Or, I could have done as I did and followed the recipe and made what I had
intended.
Do you want to be saved? If the answer is yes, then He who
endures to the end shall be saved. Them’s the rules you have to play by. That’s
the recipe you must follow to achieve your desired outcome.
Matthew 24:12-13, “And because lawlessness will abound, the
love of many will grow cold. But he who endures to the end shall be saved.”
Before we start breaking down this verse, we need to understand
what the word saved means within the context of this passage. Far too many
people who self-identify as believers take the word saved in this verse to mean
that they will be kept from dying. Sorry to break it to you, but everyone’s end
is different as far as timing is concerned. My end can be next week or next
month, yours ten years from now, and regardless of when, he who endures to the
end shall be saved.
It’s not about this life, this existence, this sack of meat
and bone and juices that are withering and dying. It’s about being saved. I
know; I should try my hand at writing Hallmark cards or, perhaps, Amish romance
novels. Why the latter? It’s an untapped market, and there’s something innocent
and wholesome about a line like ‘Simeon couldn’t help but notice Miriam’s
sturdy build. She would give him many children after they wed. The farm would
nevermore do without field hands.’
No, I’m not poking fun at the Amish. I respect that they’ve
been able to maintain their innocence amid this hedonism. That, and they will
likely outlive everyone else because they are self-sustaining and don’t need
all the crutches we take for granted and have grown so accustomed to.
Back to the verse. If you’re running in a race, the only way
to win is to run along the route like everyone else and cross the finish line.
I’d look a bit off if I started running around my block, telling everyone I was
about to win the Boston Marathon because I was so far in the lead you couldn’t
even see all the other runners.
If you add or take away ingredients from a recipe, you’re no
longer making what the recipe said you were; you’re inventing your own thing.
If you make up your own rules as you’re running a race, you’re no longer running
in the race everyone else is; you’re a one-man contest, running in your own
race, promising yourself a prize you will never be able to make good on.
Oh, and just because it’s good to know what words mean, to endure is to patiently suffer something painful or difficult. I know those pesky definitions.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea, Jr.
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