Have you ever made 21-lbs of fettuccine noodles?
I have.
My goal of bi-weekly updates has quickly flown out the window, only to be replaced, at world record speeds by: art class projects, so many power-points (that I was convinced graduating college excluded me from ever needing again), Walmart runs, praise nights with my Ugandan, Malawian, Zambian, Kenyan, and American housemates,
and of course, the all important, Camp Family Night Dinners.
Family dinners are a tradition at Urban Promise. Interns and fellows do them. Streetleaders do them.
Once a week, on Tuesdays, all 6 camps host them.
Being an intern, there are moments you get, what I like to lovingly call, voluntold into positions. This was one of those. I was told that the meals had to be prepared, and we (after our supervisor asked, in her bruskest New Jersey accent, “You can boil water, right?”), were deemed just the able bodies to accomplish the task.
So, picture me, and my not-so-merry band of coworkers, trudging across campus, lugging pots and pans and lids, and the all important 21 boxes of fettuccine noodles. The gas stove in the blue house has a spacious 6 burners. Perfect for intern cooking class. We filled the pots, and began the process.
I can now confirm that it is true:
watched pots NEVER boil.
As I spent two hours on that kitchen stool, straining noodles and salting water, I realized that Jesus has been teaching me a lot about humility.
I spend 4 afternoons a week with 50+ preteens who could care less that I’m spending time with them. I teach Bible and Cell-Phone Photography, one of which, up until recently, I never thought I’d have to teach. Guess which one. They don’t care that I struggled with crippling insecurity over my ability in photography. They don’t know how much my pride had to take a backseat when my director asked me to do it. They don’t know and it’s not important. In fact, they’d probably just as soon I left, letting them get back to playing basketball in the gym and not doing their homework. They don’t care that I love them. They don’t even care that Jesus loves them.
That’s humbling. Humility is a hard lesson to learn.
Let me confess that I have trouble with the term. Following Jesus is It’s not to be confused with the false, fake, contrived humility, that unfortunately, I’ve noticed a lot of Christians praising and falling prey to.
That humility looks like the compliment dodge – “Oh no, I’m not really good at XYZ…” or the compliment search- “Man, I am really blessed with XYZ. So lucky that God allows me to do XYZ so well.” The list goes on. You know these people, and frankly, you probably are those people. I know I am.
Christ-like humility is much more nuanced, and by nature, much, MUCH more confusing and elusive. I spent years thinking that humility was hating myself. That being humble as Jesus was humble meant smacking down affirmations like flies. Meant ignoring parts of me that are good. Meant not aspiring to great deeds. Meant focusing so much energy on not thinking about me.
But you know what they say about elephants in the room. Eventually, they get their notice.
Jesus has been patiently leading me to the truth that humility is about becoming so much like Him, that thinking about myself is all but impossible.
It means I don’t consider whether or not one of my talents is worth using. He gets to make that call. It means I don’t get to decide whether or not something is fair. He gets to show me the meaning of justice. It means I’m not seeking to be praised or acclaimed (although God is a Father that loves bragging on His kids. And P.S. Church, we need to get better at allowing God to speak Truth into our lives through His people. Like. Accept a compliment. {I’m preaching to myself now}). He gains glory and renown through the ways He’s equipped me and the places He’s set my feet to dancing in.
I wrote a 9 page paper about selflessness in the Pauline epistles, that I won’t make you read (but I got an A and it was so awesome I cried about it), but in it I penned a new definition for the Christian ideal of Humility and Selflessness. It is not about hating yourself.
It’s a proper estimation of oneself, in light of being Imago Dei, in God’s image, and simultaneously being under the grace of Christ’s death and resurrection.
You are more marvelous and powerful than you can possibly imagine. Our situation was more desperate and Christ’s intercession on our behalf was greater than you will ever manage to conceive.
We have to live in the wake of both of those earth shattering truths.
Let me bring all this theology and junk home: this means that there is no task too high and lofty for you to accomplish with Christ, and there is also no task too lowly or mundane.
This scene from John popped into my head while I was fishing for cooked noodles out of a huge pot filled with steaming water:
After breakfast Jesus asked Simon Peter, “Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?“
“Yes, Lord,” Peter replied, “you know I love you.”
“Then feed my lambs,” Jesus told him.
Jesus repeated the question: “Simon son of John, do you love me?”
“Yes, Lord,” Peter said, “you know I love you.”
“Then take care of my sheep,” Jesus said.
A third time he asked him, “Simon son of John, do you love me?”
Peter was hurt that Jesus asked the question a third time. He said, “Lord, you know everything.You know that I love you.”
Jesus said, “Then feed my sheep.” (John 21:15-17)
Read it again. Replace Peter’s name with your’s. See where I’m going with this?
Jen Hatmaker’s book Interrupted deals with the idea that Jesus actually meant what He said:
Feed.
My.
Sheep.
And here I was, making 21 pounds of fettuccine noodle for hundreds of hungry little mouths in one of the poorest cities in the United States.
I’m not saying this for a pat on the back. I’m telling you what being humbled can look like.
Jesus was literally allowing me the opportunity to feed his sheep.
Where is He giving you that opportunity? I pray for each of you, the joy and terrible trembling revelation of being made humble as Christ is humble. Cleaning dishes, mowing lawns, preaching sermons, directing short films, working that 9 to 5, finishing school work.
Every last bit of all of it. To the Glory of God.
Know the depth of your mistakes and the heights of your confidence in Christ. Let that knowledge free you from yourself.
Go and do good, friends. Go and feed some hungry sheep however God is telling you to do it.
“Towels and dishes and sandals, all the ordinary sordid things of our lives, reveal more quickly than anything what we are made of.” – Oswald Chambers
“But if you participate in God in the sense that you let yourself be penetrated by him you will go to the cross like him, you will go to work like him, you will clean shoes, do the washing up and the cooking, all like Him. You cannot do otherwise because you will have become part of Him. You will do what He loves.” -Louis Evely
“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”
-1 Corinthians 10:31
“The proper way to become humble is not to run myself down trying to belittle myself. Rather, I need to stand straight and tall, recognizing my strengths and abilities, but standing next to the Lord Jesus so that I can see myself in true perspective. It was William Temple who wrote, “Humility does not mean thinking less of yourself than of other people, nor does it mean having a low opinion of your own gifts. It means freedom from thinking about yourself one way or the other at all.” That is true, but it stops short of telling us how not to think of ourselves. The answer is that we are to fill our minds with the Lord Jesus. It is worship that drives out arrogance and pours in love.” -Gary Inrig
Read THIS article by the incomparable Jen Hatmaker and you’ll get a glimpse of what I’ve been working through over the past three months.
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