Testify!

giving-testimonyWe are challenged – or we should be – when the prophet Isaiah tells us: “It is too little, the LORD says, for you to be my servant…. I will make you a light to the nations, that my salvation may reach to the ends of the earth.” A servant can be present, silently present, taking it all in, but never part of the conversation.  Yes, we are called to be servants, but we are also called to be more. Called to moments in our lives, when the virtues already shine through, but we also called to testify.  Called to testify as did John the Baptist, “Now I have seen and testified that he is the Son of God.” And not in whispered voices, but loud and proud in the public square. We are called to testify!!

Maybe there is no word more terrifying in the Catholic psyche that “testify.” To stand up and give a witness for Christ. It’s not what we do. Yet, such testimony can move us… we connect to the story. But like I said, it’s not what we do…. but…., I grew up in a completely Baptist neighborhood.  I have spent a summer evening or two at tent revivals. Where men stood up and testified, words honed by years of practice. There were epic tales of sin and redemption wherein Jesus pulled them from the devil’s grasp and washed them in His blood.  Women, spoke of love betrayed, and of loss and pain and joy so fierce that it almost seem to slice apart the humid summer air. Everyone praised the times Jesus saved them from despair, raised them up, wiped away their tears, and set them on the road to righteousness.

In those moment I understood “It is too little, the LORD says, for you to be my servant….”  Yet, there I was this Catholic kid who at best had a story about First Communion living in a world where, no matter your age, or station in life, if you couldn’t tell your story of sin, redemption and being saved out loud to others, well, then you weren’t really much of a Christian, after all.  It was just part of the fabric of life. People gave witness in the Winn-Dixie, the Piggly-Wiggly or outside the post office.  It didn’t seem the fabric of my life where those stories of sin and redemption were confined to the safety of the confessional. Where never in a million years would I take to heart the wisdom and advice of the Apostle James when he tells us: “confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The fervent prayer of a righteous person is very powerful.” (James 5:16)  The fabric of my life did not have the heat, the passion, or the fire of the Pine Street Pentecostal church.  My fabric was cautious, reserved, not so much on fire. It was all fascinating but it was foreign to my world where we Catholics whispered our prayers in hushed tones, chanted familiar medieval melodies, and reverently knelt at the altar rail to receive the EucharistWe were good and faithful servants, even if not part of the conversation.

In time, I began to tell myself that my own faith was more discrete, more private more, well…… more sophisticated than asking someone in the local WalMart if they had been saved. But if I am honest, it was more because I did not think that I had stories of loss and redemption, of joy and sorrow, or of the hand of God reaching into the cesspool of sin to snatch me from the devil’s grasp. Even if we Catholics wanted to witness, what on earth could we say about our messy lives, our doubts, our mistakes? Who would listen?  Besides….Isn’t that why we have priest, nuns, and religion teachers? Isn’t that their job to witness?

I mean, what if we opened our mouths and looked like fools? What if we did more harm than good? What if people laughed, or even worse… ignored us? What if we just aren’t important enough, or faithful enough, or nice enough for our stories to matter? Can’t we just be present, silently present, taking it all in?

It is too little, the LORD says, for you to be my servant, …I will make you a light to the nations, that my salvation may reach to the ends of the earth.” (Isa 49:6)

It is not “you will make yourself.”  It is the promise of God that He will make us, shape us, form us, give you voice. Because it is not our salvation, it is His salvation. And in the face of so great a gift, it seems to me, that silence is not a grace-filled option. Like it or not, if we are people of faith, among our own tales, are stories of sin, redemption, love and joy, pain and sorrow, the hand of God grasping us and raising us up, and the hand of God simply resting on our shoulder in patient consolation. In our own stories are a witness that someone else may desperately need to hear. We have seen something— maybe something big, like the ones who wrestled evil in the gutter and lived to tell the tale. Or maybe something small— so small and fragile that it will be almost transparent except to the one who is really searching. Our life testimonies, as ordinary as they seem to us, are truly heroic. They are the stuff of legends, worthy to be told and retold, whether anyone is really listening, or not.  They are part of the Greatest Story ever told.

Out there somewhere. In the pew next to you. In the school lunchroom. At the office. At the dinner table, someone waits for your story. “It is too little, the LORD says, for you to be my servant, …I will make you a light to the nations, that my salvation may reach to the ends of the earth.

Tell your story…. Be the light for another.

Amen.

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2 thoughts on “Testify!

  1. A little story … basically, I am a very shy person, one who tries to ignore the limelight, comfortable being an indian rather than a chief, so to speak. I’m a convert to Catholicism and being able to see God and Christ in a completely different light, I have been able to step out of my comfort zone and actually be a part of something bigger than myself. Being a part of our faith in a small way has its many rewards, those which touch your heart when seeing others, who you come in contact with, as a part of the ministries you’re involved in. I am very grateful for the Spirit that has touched my heart, healed my spirit, and allowed me to be a different person. One who loves our faith and am grateful to God for where he has brought me. To a beautiful community of faith where His love breathes in us and touches our souls. Amen!

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