Painting with Jesus!
Years ago, when we remodeled our bathroom, my three-year-old daughter asked if she could help me paint.
So I handed her the paintbrush.
She did exactly what you’d expect.
Paint dripped everywhere. Random brushstrokes. X’s and O’s on the wall that you can still see today.
Then she asked if she could finish the job.
I took the paintbrush back.
I thought about that when I read Sunday’s Gospel.
Jesus asks his disciples, “Who do you say that I am?”
Peter nails it: “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.”
And then Jesus says something strange:
Don’t tell anybody.
Jesus takes the paintbrush back.
Because Peter has the right answer, but he doesn’t yet understand what the answer means.
Peter thinks “Messiah” means power, victory, liberation.
But Jesus is about to teach him that Messiah means a cross. Sacrifice. Suffering. Love.
Peter knows the word.
He just doesn’t know how to paint with it yet.
And, truthfully, I find something comforting in that.
Because I’ve been following Jesus for a long time, and I’m still discovering places where the Jesus I thought I knew isn’t quite the Jesus I meet in the Gospels.
This is part of following him.
We stay close. We keep listening. We keep learning. And little by little, Jesus fills in the picture.
Maybe faith isn’t about finally getting Jesus all figured out.
Maybe it’s about staying close enough to keep discovering who he is. And trusting that, along the way, he’ll keep teaching us how to paint.
When Jesus Screwed Up
I know it sounds blasphemous to say that Jesus screwed up...
But part of being human is being imperfect.
So what did Jesus do when he messed up?
One time he was lecturing on talking, explaining that our words flow directly from our intentions, so that we are held morally accountable for what we say.
Then comes this non-jewish person asking Jesus for healing. He coldly dismisses her, says that his mission is only for his people, and calls her a dog.
But the woman won't let go and throws a counter punch, saying even the dogs get to eat crumbs from the table, waking Jesus up to the fact that his mission isn't just for Jews, but for everybody.
I imagine everybody in the room clammed up, and stared at Jesus.
Because Woke Jesus now had a decision.
Will he double down on his superiority, continue to insult the woman and blow her off?
Or will he back down, admit his mistake, and make right?
As we know, Jesus chooses door number two.
He commends the woman for standing up to him, and gives her the healing she wanted.
In these days of deflect and deny, ignore and move on, when faced with a mistake, Jesus gives us that timeless lesson of humility.
Whatever mistake you're facing today, own up to it, admit you were wrong, and make it right.
We all screw up, we're all human, but truth is the way of Jesus, and if God can back down and say he's sorry, we can too.


