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What Kind of Person?


           Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. (John 12:24)

          Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. (I Corinthians 13:4-8)
          I’ve told the story before of a pastor I know who said that he would gladly go out and slay dragons for his lady-love, but taking out the garbage was another matter. We tend to like grand gestures, but the garbage-runs of life just somehow lack that certain grandness that make them feel worthwhile to us.
          People on Quora (a social media site that allows people to ask and answer questions) seem to like to ask questions about how to spend time in isolation, lockdown, quarantine, or whatever you want to call it. Generally speaking, I list activities: exercise, read, do your hobby, learn something, clean house, garden, take a walk and pick up trash, take pictures, keep a journal, take a walk and wave at people who drive by, play with your pet, train your pet, groom your pet, pray, put signs in your window, learn a new skill, set goals, volunteer somewhere that lets you help those who are facing harder times than you are… I don’t know how anyone can not have something to do.
          Another type of question deals with how we can emerge from our caves (so to speak) as better people and build a better society. I suspect that most of the people asking this question are really hoping that everyone else will rise to their level of enlightenment and somehow within thirty seconds of stepping out their door, society will magically become a utopia. They’re going to be sadly disillusioned.
          That doesn’t mean their question isn’t a good one for us to ask. When we emerge from our caves or cages, what sort of people do we want to be? Do we want to go back to life as usual or do we want to make changes? If we’re going to make changes, what changes?
          The questioners who ask about being better people are thinking in the right direction. They may not be correct in their answers. They may be using magical thinking. Their use of themselves (or something close to themselves) is unwise. But, they’re right that we need to be thinking in terms of the sort of people we are rather than what we’re going to do.
          Today’s first passage describes us right now. We’re grains of wheat that has fallen to the ground. We are prevented from acting or reacting as we would normally, which means that at least figuratively, we’re either dead or heading in that direction. We don’t want to die. We believe we’re meant to be fruitful. And we’re right. But the process of producing fruit demands that we die. The caterpillar enters a chrysalis or spins a cocoon, and stops being a caterpillar. It dies, and emerges as a butterfly – and it may be that the sole purpose of that butterfly (or moth) is to produce fruit – eggs - before it dies again.
          So as we languish or grate our teeth in this voluntary lockdown, we need not only to consider what sort of people we want to be when we emerge, but we need to start becoming that sort of person now. God’s answer to the question of what sort of people we should be is that we should love Him with all our hearts, souls, minds, and strengths, and that we should love our neighbor as ourselves. Today’s second passage is a famous portrait of love. Are you patient – really? Are you kind? Do you not envy? Do you not boast? Are you not proud? You can read through the rest of the list. Which do you need to work on to become the sort of person you want to become? I feel the need to start at the beginning.

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