“To you is granted to understand
the secrets of the Kingdom of God;
for the rest it remains in parables,
so that they may look but not perceive,
listen but not understand…” (Luke 8:10)
This verse has often troubled me, because of how exclusive it felt. The idea that Jesus would intentionally make things obscure, so that some people would “look but not perceive,” felt kind of cruel. But recently I read this passage and was struck by a new understanding. Let me know if you think I am crazy (or just plain wrong). I read this passage the other morning and was caught by the word “you.” Yep… Sometimes that is all it takes. Because, for the first time I had the sensation that the “you” Jesus was referring to was me. Not just me, of course. But anyone reading those words.
A little context, first. In chapter 8 of Luke, Jesus is going through the town and villages teaching in parables. And it is His disciples who ask Him—why? Why are You teaching in parables? His answer is the verse above, and it is made when Jesus is alone with them—in private, so to speak. He says it just before He begins to explain the meaning of the parable of the sower: the guy who sows seeds on the rocky, the thorny, and the good soil.
Of course, taking his personally, may sound a little bit ridiculous. I know these stories were written down almost 2000 years ago, and their authors were often recording events that probably happened 30 to 50+ years before pen was put to paper (or papyrus, or whatever they first used). So, it is even possible that the persona writing it down only knew these stories, these events, because someone else told them about it. About Jesus.
What I am trying to say here, is that I understand there is historical context, and a narrative context involved. And yet, as I read this passage, I realized that in the story Jesus was saying something to His disciples that in reality also applied to me. Off by themselves, the disciples asked Jesus to explain the parable, and He says: I’m going to explain my parable to you, so you can understand it better. Not everybody will get this lesson, but YOU will.
And suddenly I heard this message in a new way. I was sitting with my Bible, alone with the Lord. Listening to His words, spending time in His presence (like one of the disciples), and as I read, He began teaching in parable (in stories). And as I continued reading—the story about Jesus-- He continued to teach, including a special lesson to those who withdraw alone with Him. And in that moment, as I sat there—alone with my Bible—alone with God’s word, I realized: who was He explaining it to? Me. He was speaking directly to me. Telling me, I think, that as we read and reread God’s word, more and more of it will become clear to us, the Holy Spirit will reveal more and more of the meaning to us. As if the real meaning of this strange verse was: To you who spend time listening to me, who make time to hear and read and contemplate My word, to You it will be given. The Holy Spirit will open your eyes that you can see, that you might perceive, and open your ears that YOU can more fully understand God’s meaning, God’s love.
Does that make sense?
And I think the real key is, we need to take it personally. We need to make it personal. Because, think about it, that’s exactly what Jesus did.
Here it is, Good Friday, a day to remember the hour when Jesus made it all very personal. When He took up the Cross and went to Calvary—not for some amorphous idea but for you. Personally. And for me, personally. He died to free me from my sins. It is my belief that He died for all of us, but not as a group. He died for each and every one of us, individually, and very personally. That doesn’t mean we don’t need church or prayer groups or community. I don’t mean “go it alone.” We need theologians and scholars and ministers and preachers and prayer buddies to help us and guide us and keep us on track.
When Jesus gave His life for you, and for me, He made it very personal. All I am saying is, this Easter Season when you take up your Bible, why not return the favor.
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