1 Corinthians 2:6-16 · Wisdom From the Spirit
Moving At The Speed Of Light: Unknown Apostles
1 Corinthians 2:6-16
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by Frank Luchsinger
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How many people are helpful to us in a given stretch of time? How many are helpful to you in a given stretch of time? Folks whose names you may not know who go out of their way to help you out. A while back a mother was driving home, and an eruption of discontent came from the back seat -- two little boys who could not get along. She pulled off to the side of the road and stopped. Sensing there might be a mechanical failure, a police cruiser with two officers pulled up next to her inquiring if she needed help. "Well, you see, officer," she said, "I had such a commotion in the back seat that I knew it wouldn't be safe for me to continue driving." Picking up on the cue, the kindly officer glanced at the boys, at which time the four-year-old said, "Oh, we're sorry, officer. We'll never do it again. Please don't put us in jail!" Not surprisingly, things the next few weeks were calmer in the back seat.

How many folks whose names we may not know help us? How many whose names we know not, whose names will never be recorded in any gospel or in any book of history, have served God faithfully?

My wife and I were students at Bowling Green. We traveled home to Columbus through Bluffton, Ohio, with regularity. Late one Friday afternoon as we drove our older model car through Bluffton, steam started pouring from under the hood. We rattled into a filling station and stalled. I used all of my mechanical ability and did the only thing I could think of -- got out of the car and threw open the hood. Shortly a mechanic joined me rubbing grease from his hands with a rag. Looking at the cloud of steam, I said confidently, "I think there's a problem with that propeller thing on the front of the motor." "Does it fly?" he asked. "That propeller thing is attached to your water pump and you're going to need a new one." I was nearly out of cash and without a credit card, I explained. "I guess I'll need to have somebody come up from Columbus to pick us up." "Comin' back through here anytime soon?" he asked. "Day after tomorrow," I responded. "Hop in my truck!" he pointed.

So Beth and I and the grease-covered mechanic hopped in his truck, making a fast trip to the auto parts store at a nearby town which was nearly closed for the day. He purchased a rebuilt water pump out of his own pocket and installed it for us, sending us on our way with only a handshake and a promise to pay when we returned.

How many have blessed us, trusted us, helped us on our way whose names we know not? Even in Jesus' circle we have unknown followers. Who were the seventy Jesus sent into mission two by two in the tenth chapter of Luke? In some cases we have names but little else: Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, James the son of Zebedee and John his brother; Philip and Bartholomew, Thomas and Matthew the tax collector, and James, son of Alphaeus, and Thaddeus, Simon the Canaanean and Judas Iscariot who betrayed him. In Acts Peter is the dominant leader of the church in the early chapters and while undoubtedly "the twelve" were active and faithful, only three of them are mentioned as leaders in the entire book. Unknown disciples, unknown apostles?

Or what about Jesus' siblings? How many brothers did Jesus have? How many of them had the same name as one of his disciples? Jesus had four brothers and they are named James, Joseph, Judas, and Simon. And how many sisters? This we don't know, but by Gospel account there were "sisters" to Jesus.

Unknown sisters, unknown apostles, unknown disciples? "What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived, what God has prepared for those who love him" (Paul's paraphrase of Isaiah 64:4).

When I was a child and learning to swim, I knew that I needed to swim a certain distance before I would be allowed to go into the deep end. So I set out from the shallow end to swim the length of the pool. As I was getting about two thirds of the way, I began to choke, began to be frightened and fatigued, began to cough and sputter. Before my fear turned to panic, there was a splash next to me in the water, an arm around my chest, a fast pulling motion and a voice saying, "Here, hold on to this," and I found myself safely at the side of the pool, grasping the pool gutter. An unknown life saver watching from above had leaped to my aid, deposited me safely at the side, and crawled out of the pool before I ever saw his face. And then he was back on the job. I know not his name, remember not his face, but I remember that he saved me.

And for a length of time Paul was an unknown apostle to the Jerusalem disciples. We remember how he met Jesus. He was on his way of persecution. Paul was present at the stoning of Stephen and had gone to the trouble of getting written authorization to persecute the Christians of Damascus. Paul, at that time called Saul, was on his way to Damascus when a blinding light drove him to his knees. And from that light came a voice, "Saul, Saul why do you persecute me?" "Who are you, Lord?" asked Saul. "I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting," said the voice. "But rise and enter the city and you will be told what you are to do."

And Paul arose from the ground and his eyes were open but he could see nothing. So they brought him to Damascus and after a time by God's power and by the courage of a believer named Anani'as, his sight was restored. After a while there in Damascus, he preached powerfully and proved to many that Jesus Christ is the Messiah, and the Jews began to plot against him. Paul had a narrow escape from Damascus, he was sneaked out of town by believers, and then went to Jerusalem where he attempted to join the disciples. But they were all afraid of him for they did not believe that he was a disciple. Who is this Paul? Is he not the man who made havoc among believers, attempting to bring them bound before the chief priests? An unknown to the Jerusalem disciples, Paul was the unknown apostle. "To whom does his loyalty belong?" they wondered. From here, we know Paul's story. He became known to them and he undertook three couragous/herculean missionary journeys.

He established churches and encouraged believers. He wrote letters and instructed on theology and the practice of Christian living. And on one of his journeys he traveled to Athens. Entering the city he saw the altars and objects of worship used by the Athenians to appease their various gods. When he reached the place of public address, he preached, Men of Athens, I perceive that in every way you are very religious. For as I passed along, and observed the objects of your worship, I found also an altar with this inscription, "To an unknown god." What therefore you worship as unknown, this I proclaim to you. The God who made the world and everything in it, being Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in shrines made by man nor is he served by human hands, as though he needed anything, since he himself gives to all men life and breath and everything. And he made from one, every nation of men to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and boundaries of their habitation ... for "In him we live and move and have our being"; as even some of your poets have said, "For we are indeed his offspring." -- Acts 17:22-28

Paul, an unknown apostle, helping Athenians to find, to meet, to encounter an unknown God. Paul writes: "God has revealed to us through the Spirit. For the Spirit searches everything, even the depths of God" (1 Corinthians 2:10). Likewise we search for God, and for us God is only partially known and is partially unknown. We need others to help us experience God, our Rock and our Salvation. The One who creates the storm and calms the storm, the One who breathes life into every breast, sets the stars in the heavens and the planets on their course. "No one comprehends the thoughts of God except the Spirit of God. Now we have received not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit which is from God, that we might understand the gifts bestowed on us by God" (1 Corinthians 2:11-12). Then, too, we serve a Savior, who for a time was unknown to Paul and who must ever become more real for us. Even in his own time, the Savior's own people, in his own church, said, "By what authority do you teach?" At his birth, those who were wise came from afar, saying, "Where is he who was born King?" And Herod asked, "Who is he?" When John the Baptizer was at the Jordan, he informed his followers; "There is one who is coming who is mightier than I -- the thong of whose sandal I am not worthy to bow down and untie." And John's followers later asked Jesus, "Are you the one or shall we look for another?" Also, the Savior to his own disciples asked, "Who do you say that I am?"

And who among us can claim to know the Savior -- fully to know the Savior? We know his story, we have known those who have followed him, we have caught a glimpse of him, for he saved us, and before we could look him straight in the face he was back doing his SAVING work. We have heard his voice and we have answered him. When the Savior makes lunch he breaks the loaves and the fish; when the Savior says arise, even the dead stand up. If he speaks harshly to a tree, it withers or when he speaks kindly to a child, he breathes life. So why is this Savior unknown to us? Because of his great fullness ... and because of our littleness. The Savior is for us, always beyond us and yet with us, always ahead of us and yet leading us, always.

If one visits Arlington National Cemetery in the nation's capital, an important place to pause is The Tomb of the Unknowns. Every thirty minutes there is the solemn ceremony of the changing of the guard. Every detail is checked and with great precision the graves of the unknown are honored and protected. Those who have sacrificed greatly, paid for the blessings of our nation with their lives and who have remained unknown are treated with highest respect.

So it is with those who have sacrificed greatly for our faith. What names, what faces come to mind when you think of how you know God, how our Savior has become known to you, how grace has claimed you, how love and life and hope and joy have become real -- which faces? We cannot fathom the mystery of those who come to mind, of the love they have shared, of the ways they spared not themselves, that we might know, that we might live. And by our lives we watch over them, salute them; we kneel, bow, and pray. We stand watch with hearts too full for words, an ineffable glimpse of light which nearly blinds. How many have given, helped, saved, whose names we know not?

Will we likewise be unknown apostles? Will our names ever be written in any volume of history or on a gospel page? An English gentleman was in this country for a stateside celebration of a wedding which had happened in Britain months earlier. His daughter had married a midwesterner and it seemed fitting to come and get acquainted with the family and friends of his daughter's new husband. Chatting with the groom's childhood pastor, the topic of American churches came up. "Do you know anything about Congregational churches?" he asked the pastor and continued, "I've been doing some research into the history of our home, our house -- it's Elizabethan, not Elizabeth II, it was built in 1502. The house is called 'Green Leaves' and discovering its history has really been very difficult. But, as it turns out, in the mid-1800s the Congregational Church was begun in our town in a house called Green Leaves." "In your home?" the pastor asked, astonished. "In our home!" the gentleman laughed, still astonished himself.

Let there always be a home for God in us, which God will use to unleash God's power, that we may be God's tools through giving, helping, and saving. And it is important, even as God is at home in us, that we be unknown and partially known apostles remembering that God and the Savior are also partially known. For we do our giving, helping, saving, not for adulation in the eyes of men and women, but for the love of God. While of course it is important that we make known to whom the glory belongs, and also important that we be vital in the knowledge of who drives us as we give, help, and save. More important still is the saving done when we set aside our own glory, for this more truly reflects the example of Jesus.

Recently Andy attended his twenty-fifth class reunion. He had a great time. It was wonderful to see everyone (except for the fellow who still looks like his class picture). Old stories flowed; laughter and music filled the room. Someone pulled out old pictures and school newspapers; good food and friendly teasing were a balm on scrapes and bruises from decades of real world challenges. When the party ended Andy was pleased he had come but haunted by especially one thing -- a classmate he had seen was clearly down on his luck. The two had been good friends in school, but where the years had been good to Andy, they had not been good to his friend and it showed. As he walked away from the party, Andy resolved to touch base with his friend from time to time, to keep better track of his friend, to encourage his friend better. Andy decided this as a promise to himself; his friend would never know that the secret pledge had been made ... Is there someone we know today for whom we could make such a pledge, for whom our giving, helping, encouraging might make all the difference?

Will We Be Unknown Apostles?

So will we likewise be unknown apostles? Will our names ever be written in any volume of history or on a gospel page? If we follow the example of the One who spoke to Paul on the Damascus road, the One we know only in part but know well enough to be saved by him; if we follow the One who not only blesses bread but who is the Bread of Life, who not only offers water but who is Living Water, if we follow the One who not only drinks of life's bitter cup but who provides for us, becomes for us the Cup of Wonder, we will often become unknown apostles, blessing others before they know it, healing before the hurt, lifting before the fall, named only in the heart of heaven.

CSS Publishing Company, Inc, Moving At The Speed Of Light, by Frank Luchsinger