I love this image…
It aptly describes the journey of faith…the journey to the Promised Land…
We all want to get to heaven…to rejoice in the Kingdom of God.
Literally and figuratively…physically and spiritually: the Kingdom of God is higher than us…right?
We must climb up to get to the Kingdom…
Moses had to climb the mountain to see the Lord…
The disciples climbed the mountain to see Him transfigured…
Written by 6th Century abbot, St. John Climacus, this work compares the spiritual life to a ladder of thirty steps, and explains the challenges presented by each of those steps. It was the most widely used handbook of the ascetical life in the ancient Greek Church.
The image describes our journey…
We endeavor to climb the heights that we might see Jesus.
The angels watch over us on that climb. And the saints and holy ones encourage us along the Way.
We climb the ladder…
And as we climb the ladder, the enemy attacks…
His minions pull at us and shoot arrows at us trying to prevent us from climbing…hoping we’d fall off the ladder.
Our goal is to stay on the ladder…
…to continue climbing the ladder…
…to help those around us continue to climb the ladder as well.
At a basic – guttural – level, doesn’t that sound exactly what the Christian journey should be?
Is that not what it should mean to be part of the Church?
I know that’s what I want it to mean in my life, and in the life of those around me.
Yes – all of us are sinners and fall short of the Glory of God. Only God is good and perfect. We are mere humans.
And that’s why we spend our life striving to become more and more like Christ…
Or, at least we should…
Right?
But that’s the problem…
Climbing the ladder isn’t easy. Most of us aren’t even aware of that ladder. And then…once we’re aware of the ladder, how many of us really want to climb it?
You know…
It’s easy for us to return to our cultural default…the position that tells us, “Jesus loves us…all we have to do is confess with our mouths that Jesus is Lord and believe in our heart that God raised Him from the dead…”
With every other area of our life that takes work, we like the idea of a God who doesn’t require any work from us…
But does that really make sense?
Yes, God is the sower who casts seed all over – without caring where that seed lands. He makes His rain fall on the wicked and the good, alike…
But, does it really make sense that He would let anyone and everyone into His Kingdom?
In both instances, these were people who accepted God’s invitation and came to the event…they wanted to be at the Wedding Feast. They wanted to be in the Kingdom.
But they were either prevented from entering, or thrown out when it was discovered they shouldn’t be there.
Now, many of will proclaim that we believe the Word of God to be true. That the promises of salvation are true and so all we need to do is believe them.
So…
Shouldn’t we just believe these promises as well? These promises which say that those who either fail to prepare or enter the Kingdom improperly will not be able to stay?
So, let me follow Paul’s lead and refer to sport.
I grew up on the small islands of St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands. I went to All Saints Cathedral School. It was a small parochial school. We had about 450 students – kindergarten through twelfth grade. I graduated #3 out of 27.
There were a few other small private schools on the island and two big public schools – each with about 2000 students in 9-12th grade.
I played football and baseball for the school…
Our teams were always small. On our football team, we only had one player who didn’t play iron man…who didn’t play both sides of the ball.
The rest of us played offense, defense and special teams.
I was the kicker, the punter, the kick & punt returner, the defensive end and the tightened.
It was crazy because when we played against the public schools, they always had an army on the sidelines. They had backup players for the backup players.
They had some players that played both sides of the ball…
But, they didn’t have to…
They had full offenses, separate defenses, and separate special teams players.
We were definitely outnumbered…ALL. THE. TIME.
But, we won two consecutive Territorial Championships. (Shout out Coach Jarvis & Coach Hugh)
Everyone always wondered how this small – undermanned and outnumbered – private school managed to win not one, but two Territorial Championships…
I mean: not only were we outnumbered…we were private school students!
We’re supposed to be soft…smaller than the public school players…weaker than they are…less hungry…
But despite facing incredible odds, we won…
How did we do it?
It was a matter of training…
“You’re going to run till I get tired!”
That’s what our coach would say as he pulled out his lawn chair and pitcher of water, to sit and watch us run laps…
We ran a lot, and we ran hard…
Before practice…during practice…after practice…
Jogging…sprinting…
We ran…
And we were in better condition to complete the four quarters of play than the teams we faced. So, when they – with all their reserves – were winded, we still had the stamina to persevere…
We were able to complete the race because we had trained diligently and intentionally…
We trained, knowing that the journey to a Territorial Championship would take work…
And so we ran to win…
That’s what Paul is talking about in 1 Corinthians 9:24-27, when he says:
Don’t you realize that in a race everyone runs, but only one person gets the prize? So run to win! All athletes are disciplined in their training. They do it to win a prize that will fade away, but we do it for an eternal prize. So I run with purpose in every step. I am not just shadowboxing. I discipline my body like an athlete, training it to do what it should. Otherwise, I fear that after preaching to others I myself might be disqualified.