A Bird in the Hand is Worth: More than Me?

By David Ryser

Scars remind us of where we've been.  They don't have to dictate where we're going.  (A line from the television series Criminal Minds)

Jesus asked a lot of stupid questions.  These questions litter the gospels.  For example, Jesus was touring the temple one day and wandered into a pool area where dozens of sick and infirm people were waiting for the stirring of the water so they might be the first into the water in order to be healed.  Jesus walked over to one of these people and asked him, “Do you want to be made well?”

What?  Of course the man wants to be made well!  This is why he’s at the pool to begin with.  What a stupid question!

Another time Jesus was walking down the road when a blind man cried out asking for mercy.  Jesus called the man over and asked him, “What do you want Me to do for you?”

Duh!

What did Jesus expect the man to say?  The man was blind!  Was he going to ask Jesus to cure some warts he couldn’t get rid of?  What a stupid question!

I found myself considering the gospels with an eye to spotting stupid questions posed by Jesus.  I was reading along in the 12^th chapter of Luke and came across a question posed by Jesus (in verse 24) asking, in effect, “Are you worth more than a bird?”

Enough, already!  What a stupid question…or is it?

I had the opportunity to work Jesus’ question into a conversation recently.  I was talking with a friend and asked her, “Are you worth more than a bird?”  Without hesitation she answered, “No.”

So maybe this isn’t such a stupid question after all.

What makes people…even Christian people…feel so valueless that they believe they are not even worth the price of a bird?  The obvious answers are easily identified.  I know people who have experienced horrific abuse, torment, violence, violation, rejection, abandonment, betrayal, loss, and disappointment in their lives.  I understand how they might battle feelings of inferiority and worthlessness.

But what about someone like me?  What’s my excuse?

I was raised…and occasionally “reared”…by loving and godly parents.  I was provided for, nurtured, and properly disciplined.  My parents took me to church and taught me about God.  We prayed together as a family every night before bedtime.  I was never mistreated in any way.  My parents are still living. I have spoken with both of them by phone in the last month and expressed my love & appreciation for them.  I suffered no life-altering traumas as a child…not even so much as a broken bone or devastating mental shock.

So why would someone like me struggle with thoughts of inadequacy and valuelessness?

In my case, emotionally immature spontaneity and social awkwardness…traits that still plague me to some degree until today…combined with a hypersensitivity to perceived criticism and an over-developed fear of embarrassment, caused me to react inappropriately to even the most loving correction.  I was unable to distinguish doing bad from being bad.  To me, being corrected for doing wrong was indistinguishable from being told there was something wrong with me.  In a tactic that goes back to the Garden of Eden, I attempted to hide from my shame.

Hiding didn’t work in Eden.  It doesn’t work now, either.

To make matters worse, I came of age in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s.  This was a time of great social & societal upheaval in the United States.  Parents were concerned for their children in ways that were unimaginable in the past.  Drug abuse was rampant.  Parents were told that children who were withdrawn/hidden might possibly be using illegal drugs.

I was withdrawn and hidden.  My parents were concerned.  I’ll let you guess how that played out.

So from whatever source, each of us experiences a sense of inferiority and worthlessness to some degree.  And we attempt to combat these feelings using a variety of tactics…some more proactive/passive and conscious/unconscious than others…to compensate for this perceived lack of value.

And it pollutes every good thing we do.

I recently had a conversation with a pastor in which he was extolling the virtues of one of the ladies in his church.  I agreed with him that she is a wonderful person.  She is a generous woman who gives liberally of her time and labor, in part because she is especially spiritually gifted for service.

But there is a dark side to her serving.

This dear woman also serves out of a need to be valued.  She needs to know she is loved, treasured, cherished, prized, esteemed, admired, appreciated, and approved.  We all need these things.  But our quest to obtain them can cause us to exercise even our legitimate, God-given gifts out of our own need.  We serve in order to be loved instead of serving because we are loved…and there is a big difference between the two.

And it never ends well.

We want to feel loved and valued.  Instead, we end up feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.  We do good, but for the wrong reason.  And when people do not respond with appreciation for the good we do, our resentment toward them can boil over into anger and might damage…or even destroy…relationships.  Out of our own woundedness, we wound others.  Having sought to do good, we are surprised to look behind us only to see the carnage of broken lives and relationships in our wake.  No decent person wants to harm anyone, so now guilt and shame enter the picture.  What a mess!  Is there any way out of this?

There is no way out.  But there is a way in.

The Bible has a lot to say about being in Christ.  And religious people pay a great deal of lip-service to this truth.  But being in Christ is not simply a nice theological theory; it is a precious reality that can be experienced by each and every child of God.  It may help to know that the term “in Christ” (and “in Jesus’ name” for that matter) is based in part upon a common mistranslation in our English Bible.  In these instances, the word commonly translated as “in” is the word έις which should never be translated as “in”.  It should always be translated as “into”.  There is a word for “in” (εν), and it is used whenever the writer wants to express the concept of “in”.

So who cares?  In.  Into.  What does it matter?

It matters because we treat “in Christ” as positional truth rather than as an experiential reality.  And we use Ephesians 2:6 to legitimize this religious hogwash.  We do not live in the reality of being in Christ because we do not expect to experience it in this life.  And that’s regrettable because Jesus has invited us into an intimate relationship with God as beloved/valued children…in this life.  “In Christ” is a place…not a position.  “In Jesus name” is a place…not an incantation we add at the end of a prayer request in order to make our prayer more effective.  And these both refer to a place to which we have been invited by Jesus Himself.   Now.  Not when we go to heaven, but right now.

So what’s stopping us from going there?   Are we not worth more than a bird?

Responses to this article are welcomed.  You may contact the author at drdave1545@yahoo.com