A few days ago I was attempting to imagine how radical it was to hike up to that mountain and meet Him one last time? Had I been one of Jesus Christ's disciples, I wouldn't have known what to think or how to act. I would have arrived there on the mountain in
And there He
Then he speaks, "I am here speaking with all the authority of God..." Oh,
Jesus goes on, "who has commanded me to give you this commission..." I begin to kneel.
Here it comes, "Go and make disciples in all nations."
Really, all nations? Samaritans, Greeks, Rooooomans!? "But, I thought we were the chosen ones," passes through my mind.
Jesus says, "Ceremoniously wash them through baptism in the name of the Triune God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit".
I am beginning to get this, but will they? Will they ever believe He is a perfect community--separate yet equal? Do I even get this? How will they get this? You are sending me to do this? Really? These are just some of the many thoughts crashing your brain. I'm almost dizzy with shock, awe, and fear.
I hear Jesus say again, "Then make disciples".
He is sending me to make disciples. I am not a rabbi. I would not even be considered an elder. I am making disciples? How? I wrestle to accept the charge.
Jesus says, "Form them in the practices and postures that I taught you and show them how to follow the commands I have laid down for you."
Practices, postures, and commands... really? Do I know these? Have I even lived out these? Jesus, how? His final words drop into my soul with this promise, "And I will be with you day after day, to the end of the age."
Then he just lifts up off the ground and ascends into the clouds. I strain to see him go. He's left me speechless.
Imagine. Since that day, too many to number have been living Christ's commission to His followers. It is a gift beyond measure to have the privilege of playing some small role in His kingdom partnering with you.
We were all commissioned and we are making disciples. Thank you for your faith and commitment to the task.