“Officer Thames took me up the driveway, he started kicking me in the back, he kicked me in the kidney and slapped me back of my head and I don’t know if he was hitting me with his hand or hitting me with something…” One of the students testified later that they had a ‘leather blackjack thing’ and that four or five patrol officers would walk by every two or three minutes and kick or hit Reverend Perkins with one of their blackjacks or their feet.
Dr. John Perkins would write later that while in the
hospital, “…I began to see with horror how hate could destroy me…Anyone can
hate. This whole business of hating and hating back. It’s what keeps the
vicious circle of racism going. Jesus’ enemies hated. But Jesus forgave. I
couldn’t get away from that.”
We are called to do hard things (apologies to my college
professor that insisted, ‘tables are hard, problems are difficult’). My
Instagram feed is full of climbers climbing mountain peaks, cyclists speeding
and bull riders bracing to reach 8 seconds. The apostle Paul says they do it
for a medal that tarnishes. We pursue one that’s eternally gold. But there are
overlaps.
Turning the other cheek or climbing K2 forces you into
desperate dependence. Living on the edge is never boring. You will experience emotions
and perspectives beyond the average Joe. You will have to face yourself. You
will face crisis. Labelled an outsider for choosing to swim upstream. For the “tepid
soul knows nothing of great and generous emotion, of the high pride, the stern
belief, the lofty enthusiasm, of the men who quell the storm and ride the
thunder.”
It is in doing the hard things that Christ flourishes in
us. Crucifixion isn’t grandiose. Small acts take courage. Reaching across the
bed to your spouse after a fight. Confessing your addiction to another human. Inviting
the neighbor over for dinner. Speaking out against that thing no one else is
speaking out against. Leaving a note on the car that you scratched. Saying “I
love you.”
“They do it for a perishable prize…” The focus is on the
prize, not negative consequences. A tale is told by S.D Gordon wherein a man sets
out to climb a mountain carrying all his household comforts. As he ascends, he
discards them all piece by piece finally arriving at the peak. “And so it is
with the Christian life. Many find that when they cannot reach the top with the
things they hold in their hands, they let the top go, and they pitch their tent
in the plain; and the plain is so very full of tents.”
“There are churchgoers who have little capacity to resist,
because they have been taught that the good life is free from suffering. If
they have been taught the faith at all, it has been a Christianity without
tears.”
