Thursday, June 18, 2026

Seeing the Invisible (7)

 

 

“We look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal” (2 Cor. 4:18).

 

Now, after having considered the immediate context of 2 Corinthians 4:18, and then pondering 4:6 and 5:16, let’s please go to the beginning of Paul’s letter and view what he writes by seeing the invisible. It is important for you to read these passages in your Bible, due to space limitations I will not be quoting them in their entirety.

 

In 1:1 – 11 Paul writes of a time of intense suffering, so intense that he and his companions were “burdened excessively, beyond our strength, so that we despaired even of life; indeed, we had the sentence of death within ourselves.”

 

Many of us have had our own times of suffering, sorrow, and despair. Many of us have had moments or extended seasons when the pain of life seemed more than we could bear, when we thought that we would never know peace and comfort again, when the chasm between our suffering and comfort was so wide and so deep that we despaired of life.

 

What did we “see” during those times? What did Paul and his companions “see” during the time that he writes of in 2 Corinthians? Was Paul seeing through the visible into the invisible? Were we seeing through the visible into the invisible, or were our eyes fixed on our visible circumstances?

 

When we are suffering our tendency is to see our immediate circumstances and to evaluate life through them. Our natural tendency is to place ourselves and our suffering at the center of the universe and seek to alleviate our pain. Was this the perspective and response of Paul and his fellow workers?

 

In 1:3 Paul styles God as “the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”

 

He continues, “For just as the sufferings of Christ are ours in abundance, so also our comfort is abundant through Christ. But if we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; or if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which is effective in the patient enduring of the same sufferings which we also suffer.”

 

Paul saw beyond the visible into the invisible, and seeing the invisible he saw that his sufferings were a means of comforting others with the comfort with which he was comforted by God. In other words, Paul saw that his sufferings were not about him, but about the grace of God being poured through him to others. Paul did not see himself as the center of the universe, he did not view his sufferings as being centered on himself, but rather he saw, in Christ, that others were to be the beneficiaries of his sufferings.

 

This is something that Paul could not have seen were he simply looking at visible circumstances. When we encounter suffering our natural inclination, and understandably so, is to escape the suffering, to alleviate it, to relieve the pressure. Our natural tendency is to focus on the visible which is causing us pain.

 

But Paul says, “Hold on here, there is more to our suffering than meets the natural eye. We are suffering so that we may comfort others with the comfort that we will receive from God. All that is happening is happening for the “comfort and salvation” of others.

 

Not only this, but Paul also writes that we are experiencing “the sufferings of Christ,” and that these are “ours in abundance.” In other words, Christ calls us into the “koinonia of His sufferings” (Philippians 3:10; Colossians 1:24). This is a mystical mystery in our union with Christ, a mystical mystery in the Body of Christ; this is an element of seeing the invisible, of looking beyond sufferings which are temporal to the suffering of the Lamb who is eternal and whose sufferings bear eternal fruit to the glory of the Father.

 

“We had the sentence of death within ourselves so that we would not trust in ourselves, but in God who raises the dead.”

 

Paul sees beyond the visible, beyond his feelings, beyond the sense that the sentence of death is upon him, that he was a man facing execution (the visible includes our feelings and our natural thoughts, which is to say that our feelings are unreliable as is our “natural” mind). Into the invisible he “sees” that they had the sentence of death “within themselves” so that they would not trust in themselves, but in God who raises the dead. All self-sufficiently was put to death so that total surrender to Christ and total reliance on Christ might become their way of life. “Not I but Christ lives in me” (Galatians 2:20).

 

Perhaps we ought to stop and point out that Paul does not deny the reality of the visible, he does not deny affliction and suffering, he does not deny the experience of having the sentence of death; to do so would be to deny the sufferings of Christ. We do not deny the pain of suffering, the agony of despair, the seeming uncertainty of this life; rather in the midst of these things we look beyond the visible into the invisible and we see Jesus Christ, we see the Lamb, we see the higher purposes of God being worked out in our lives and the lives of others – we see the Christ of the Cross and the Cross of Christ.

 

Make no mistake, this is not positive thinking, it is not positive confession, it is not blaming the devil for suffering (though we do not deny spiritual warfare), it is to enter into the sufferings of Christ on behalf of others.

 

Paul could write 2 Corinthians 1:1 – 11 because he was not looking at the things that are seen but at the things that are not seen, he was not basing his life and thoughts and feelings and actions on the temporal, but on the eternal.

 

What about us?

Tuesday, June 16, 2026

Touching Jesus - Conclusion

 

        I was recollecting when you came in…this is my big day…and my aunt’s big day…I was recollecting on that dust filled road 31 years ago…on our walk from Chorazin back to Capernaum…with broken hearts…despair…hopelessness.

            We had spent all we had…every penny…and had precious little inventory with which to make more money…

It was a long walk that day…we stopped a few miles out of Chorazin to have lunch …we had taken a bit of bread and cheese from home…and after eating we resumed our journey with an unspoken sense of hopelessness…my aunt and me…walking side by side…not saying too much…but in our hearts wondering “what do we do  now?”

            As we approached Capernaum about four in the afternoon, we saw a great crowd moving along the crossroads at mile marker one north.  The crowd was moving southward and it seemed to have a center, a center of attention if you will.  There was quite a commotion, children, teenagers, older folks, younger folks, it seemed like the entire town was out on an unruly mob-like parade….that their attention was focused on something or someone that they were trying to keep up with or touch…we weren’t really sure what was going on.

            The mob was moving away from us, moving away from the town, and that was good…because that meant that we wouldn’t have to endure their stares and looks of disdain as we headed back to our home.  The words “unclean, unclean, don’t touch them” seemed to be perpetually in their hearts and minds.  So let them go, I thought, let them go, let them go away from us on whatever circus adventure they’re on today, let them go.

            Just as I was thinking these thoughts children ran past us…children who didn’t know enough to know that we were unclean…as they stopped to greet us my aunt Ruth asked, “Children, precious young ones, why all the commotion, what is everyone doing?”

            “Oh,” they replied, “don’t you know?  Jesus of Nazareth is passing this way.  Everyone is trying to get a look at Him and touch Him.”

            Aunt Ruth and I looked at each other.  Jesus.  We had heard of Him, conflicting accounts of Him.  Some praised Him while others condemned Him.  The religious leaders seemed to hate him…but others…well…it was said that He touched people…it was said that He touched certain types of people…it was said that He touched the unclean…that He touched lepers…that He touched the dead…it was said that He touched women…could it be that perhaps…could it be that perhaps?????

            Aunt Ruth took the lead…a quick lead…a determined lead…and we headed toward the moving mob…closer and closer we got…if they recognized us they would push us away…they might even stone us to keep us from coming close…for we were unclean and we’d make them unclean…closer and closer we got…fear and hope both welling-up in our hearts…hearts pounding like kettle drums…

            No one was noticing us…their attention was all focused inward…inside the crowd, inside the mob…moving along that hot, dusty road in Galilee 31 years ago, a cacophony of noise filling the air…people pushing and jostling each other…we reached the edge of the crowd…and my little aunt Ruth began to push inward…inward beneath the men, inward past women and children…I was a few feet behind her…losing her now and then…then finding her again…and finally, finally…we saw Him…people were pushing against Him…this way and that pushing against Him as He walked…

            Ruth later shared with me that she only had one thought in her mind, “If I can only touch the hem of His garment.  If I can only touch the hem of His garment.  If I can only touch the hem of His garment.”

            And before I knew it…there she was…aunt Ruth…almost to Him…almost to Jesus…people crowding around Jesus…and she reached out and thrust her hand between two large men…right between their legs…and she…she…touched the hem of His garment…

            “Nathan,” she told me later, “it was like the warmth of a thousand suns cascading through my body…and I knew…Nathan I knew…that I was healed…I was whole…I was clean.”

            Jesus stopped…the crowd stopped.  Jesus turned around…His eyes scanning the crowd…and He spoke…a question, “Who touched me?”

            Some, whom I later learned were His disciples answered, “Master, how can you ask such a question?  “Who touched me?”  Master, why would you ask such a question?  Why everyone is touching you.  What kind of a question is that?”

            “No,” Jesus said.  Someone has truly touched me, for I know that healing has passed from me to…to.”  His eyes fell upon Aunt Ruth…and she was drawn to Him…she fell upon her knees and – in a Niagara of tears - poured out the misery and helplessness of twelve long years.  The Master said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you.  Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”

            Oh the joy we knew that day, that day 31 years ago as we laughed and embraced and returned home that afternoon with hearts filled with hope, love, joy and a sense of destiny. 

            Did I mention that today is our big day?  Oh, but of course, you’re probably wondering about all those people, all those people who were around Jesus, all those synagogue church-going people who were bustling around Jesus, pushing Him this way and that, touching His hands, His hair, His arms, His side, His clothes…and then there was my little aunt Ruth…my unclean little aunt Ruth…who only touched the hem of His garment…what was the difference?

            How is it that people can go to synagogue all their lives and never really touch Him?  How is it that people can “say and do all the right religious things” and yet never really touch Him?  How is it that people can join this church or that church and yet never really touch Him?  How is it?  How can it be?  How is it that the scribes and Pharisees knew the Scriptures forwards and backwards and yet most of them never came to know Him?  How is it that people can learn Bible verses and yet never know the One whom these verses speak of?

            How can this be?  All those people touching Jesus…yet really only one person touching Jesus…my aunt Ruth.

            Did I mention this is my big day?  It’s also my aunt Ruth’s big day.  Did I mention this?

            It’s about time now.  I’ve got an appointment in a few minutes, an appointment much like the appointment on that grimy dusty road in Galilee 31 years ago.  You see my aunt and I continued to follow Jesus, to know Him and to love Him…and 4 years ago we moved here, to Rome, to help establish a fellowship of believers of both Jews and Gentiles.  And today is our big day…

            Aunt Ruth and I were arrested 3 weeks ago by Nero’s soldiers for being followers of Jesus Christ and we’ve been sentenced to die today…our big day…an even bigger day than that day 31 years ago…for today is our graduation day…today we’ll go to be with Him forever.

            O don’t be sorry for us, no please don’t.  After all, we are all going to die…and death is a part of life…the question of course is…when that day does come…will you have touched Him…and will He have touched you…?