I was teaching Bible Study last Sunday out of Galatians chapter 6. It was one of those occasions where I became quite convicted by what I was studying. Give me a minute to share . . .
There are really two issues that got my attention.
In 6:1 Paul says:
Brothers, if anyone is caught in any transgression, you who are spiritual should restore him in a spirit of gentleness.
Here the word restore is a medical term used to refer to “setting a fractured bone.” In dealing with fellow Christ-followers caught in sin, we have the choice to ignore the sin or to immediately expose the sin publicly. Think about what happens to a fractured bone if ignored. Think about what happens to fractured bone when it is needlessly exposed. In both cases, damaging and dangerous infection sets in.

The best way to respond to a fractured bone is to re-align the break so that the bone will mend. This re-alignment must be done deliberately but with a knowing touch. You can’t manhandle the bone back in place if you expect it to heal properly. It must be so in our handling of sin in other’s lives.
It occurs to me that the kind of restoration Paul is referring to is messy, it’s involved. It’s not drive-by restoration. It’s not a hopeful word and a prayer. It is the dirty work of life-on-life interaction. It’s personal. It’s one-on-one.
When you set a bone, you can’t do it from across the room.
The second idea that convicted me is found in verse 2:
Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
The idea of bearing another person’s burden implies helping carry a load that is too big for one person to manage on his or her own. Man, I wish this verse said to help people “lighten” their burden. See, I’m a fixer. I’d like to swoop in and fix the problem. I’d like to evaluate their load, isolate the problem, remove the excess baggage, and move on.
This is very arrogant of me, and a little weak, too.
The idea of carrying someone else’s burden is much more difficult and much more messy than lightening it. It requires me to work. Heaven forbid they might be toting their burden up a hill, or on a rocky or otherwise treacherous path. And their burden might be so big that it becomes a burden for me.
But this messiness, this level of personal interaction is exactly what we were called to do.
Why don’t we do more of this? Why aren’t we quicker to jump in and help restore others instead of ignoring or publicizing their sin? Why are we so hesitant to help people bear their burdens?
I think the answer is actually pretty simple . . .
We cannot bear the burdens of a brother or sister unless we know what those burdens are.
We cannot restore the fallen unless we know they have indeed stumbled.
And we will never know these things unless we invest ourselves in the lives of others and allow people to invest themselves in us.
James 5:16 says, “Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed.” This verse is often misused and misapplied. People look at this verse as the foundation for intimacy and community
Wrong.
Confession of sin is not the basis of intimacy. Intimacy is the basis of confession. In other words, you cannot force accountability. It comes as an organic byproduct of authentic community.
We will never be able to help and restore a fellow believer if we do not have a foundation of intimacy. We will never be able to be restored or to be helped if we do not have a foundation of intimacy.
This is hard for us, especially in a culture that values independence and image. We are told that we must handle our issues on our own. We are told that image is everything . . . we can’t look like we don’t have it all together.
This is a lie. And it is not a picture of biblical Christianity.
If we are ever going to live up to our calling as restorers and as burden-lifters, we must first be willing to let others in to our lives and to become involved with the lives of others.
Thoughts?
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Baby Vomit and the Jonas Brothers
So, it was one of those weeks where I was reminded of the unique interactions that occur when one enters into parenthood. Thought I would share . . .
We took the kids to Moe’s the other night. Kids eat free on Tuesdays. We’re there . . . We come home. All is well. Put our girls to bed. Life is good. I’m upstairs working when I hear Caroline, our 18-month old, kind of fussing. This is unusual, I think. The fussing keeps up for a bit. Then I hear her coughing. Then, vomiting. I jump up and run to her room, at which point I am repelled by a smell that can only be described as otherworldly. Something synthetic. Something concocted in a lab by a villainous scientist.
I fight my way through the noxious fumes to her crib to find a scene reminiscent of the Exorcist.
Vomit is spewing forth from her mouth like someone has turned on a fire-hydrant. She has a look on her face that is more confusion that discomfort. A couple of times she tries to put her hands over her mouth which only serves to make the vomit go all over the wall and bed and her hair and me.
By this point, Brendt has run upstairs and has taken over baby, leaving me to deal with the aftermath.
Did I mention we ate at Moe’s? Let me just say that the little mini-chicken burrito with beans and cheese was mostly intact. Apparently Caroline doesn’t chew that well. I bundle all of her linens in a pile and run downstairs. At this point, the fumes are unbelievable. I am perched in the precipice of regurgitation. And I have a pretty strong stomach.
I head to the washer to drop her linens in, when I realize there is such a large amount of, hmm . . . shall we say, “matter” that I need to rinse them off first. So, I proceed to try and rinse out the chunks into the sink. But the smell is so overpowering I begin to struggle. So, I end up stuffing two wads of paper towels in my nose while I gingerly rinse the semi-digested burrito into the sink.
I spend the next 15 minutes picking up chunks off the floor and out of the sink.
Parenthood.
Now, an example from the other extreme . . .
The following is a real conversation between my five-and-a-half-year-old and me. It occurred in Wal-Mart.
[Setting: Cereal aisle.]
Sara Frances: Dad look. The Jonas Brothers are on that cereal box. Can we get it?
Me: No.
Sara Frances: They’re the Jonas Brothers. Their names are Jonas.
Me: That’s right, honey.
Sara Frances: [Pointing to each of the JoBros individually] His name is Jonas. And his name is Jonas. And his name is Jonas.
Me: That’s right. [Pausing. Sensing the teachable moment.] Well, you know, their last names are Jonas. Like “The Jonas Brothers.” Not their first names.
Sara Frances: [Kind of catty. Self assured.] No. Their names are Jonas. [Pointing again. A little exasperated.] His name is Jonas, and his name is Jonas, and his name is . . .
Me: [Interrupting, gently] No, babe. Their last names are Jonas. Like you and Abby are sisters. You would be called the “Blanks Sisters.”
Sara Frances: [Generally puzzled, but open to the idea.] Oh . . . Well, then what are their names?
Me: Well, I’m not sure. I think his name is Joe. And the fancy one there is Kevin I think . . . I can’t remember the other guy’s name.
Sara Frances: [Looking at me dubiously. Silent at first. Pausing. Then, pointing to one of them.] He has a girlfriend.
Me: You know, the rumor is that one of them is dating Miley Cyrus. Apparently she was dating this older dude, I think he modeled underwear, but she broke up with him. Word on the streets is that she’s back together with one of the Brothers.
Sara Frances: [Literally making a “whatchyoutalkinboutWillis?” face at me.] Dad . . . he does not date Miley Cyrus. [Derisively chuckling to herself.]
Me: [Adamantly, as if maybe we were talking about issues of national security or social welfare.] Yes he does! I promise he’s dating Miley Cyrus . . . I read it on . . . [Pausing, realizing that A) I am arguing with my 5-year-old over the Jonas Brothers in the middle of Wal Mart’s cereal aisle, and B) that I know WAY more about them than any 32-year-old former Marine should.]
[Awkward moment where my daughter and I are staring at one another.]
Me: [Dejected] Let’s go . . .
Parenthood.
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