I’ve been spending some time in the Gospel of Luke lately. Not for a class that I’m teaching or for a sermon that I’m working toward, but rather, just for me (of course perhaps it’ll lead us somewhere as a church later). But for right now, it’s just me, the Gospel according to Luke, and a cup of coffee.
Luke is the only non-Jewish author of Scripture. Behind this reality lies insight that is raw and real and expressive. In Luke’s account of the Good News we find Jesus telling stories more often, more readily. Luke provides us with more parables than the other three Gospel accounts. Many of these stories we find no place else (the Lost Son(s) come to mind, chapter 15). Luke sees life through the eyes of the outsider. The outcast. Primarily because in the Jewish world, he is one. In this, we find ourselves naturally drawn to the marginalized and to the margins because of Luke’s natural gravitation. He opens our eyes to the poor, the sick, the foreigner, the ostracized. He elicits/demands compassion and humility within us. Luke places intentional emphasis in the Gospel story upon the role of women and Gentiles, who were seen as “less than” in the narrow field of vision of the religious elite. Luke presents a wonderful Gospel that is inclusive rather than exclusive. Moving rather than stationary. Engaging rather than stagnant. Liberating rather than burdening.
Life on the margins is the way of Jesus. And it is the call of His disciples. Reaching those who have been marginalized in this world, and recognizing that because of our Kingdom designed role in this life, we are called to live marginalized. We are to live marginalized. Because we are not of this world. We pledge allegiance to another King. We belong to another Kingdom. And because of this reality, we feel the gravitational pull toward the margins. Because in life at the margins we find our Savior.
Glory to God!