My Helplessness--by Andy
Yesterday, I found myself sitting in a Chinese-speaking church service in Hong Kong reading through John 6 while the pastor went on and on with something I later found out was just a story of some guy who lived a meaningless life. The story must have been captivating judging from the pastor's story-telling enthusiasm and the audience's attention, but since I couldn't understand a single word and had nothing else to put my mind to, I read and re-read John 6 until the service was over. During my reading, however, I occasionally looked up at the pastor and the congregation and wondered what the pastor was talking about. As I noticed that he was not preaching from the scripture passage and that the congregation was not reading from their bible, my thoughts wandered back to an often visited topic, that of the dreadful helplessness of the sinful state of man.
A verse in this chapter made me think. Right after Jesus gave the Jewish audience the bold claim, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty," He continued in verse 36, "But as I told you, you have seen me and still you do not believe." In the past, I usually skipped over this little verse that was overshadowed by the big one right before it. This time, it caught my attention because it reminded me of something that a friend of mine, a gentle and humble person who grew up in a Christian family, told me one time. I couldn't recall his exact words, but what I understood was that even if God were to stand in front of him, he would not believe and would turn and run the other way. This verse also reminded me of another person I know, whom I ran into just the day before, who is well acquainted with Christianity and yet does not believe the truthfulness of its claims. Is believing in Jesus a choice for them, and they chose to reject? Is deciding for Jesus within their capabilities?
Before I became a believer, I used to think that if God were to show Himself right in front of me, that would have been enough convincing for me to become a Christian. Then after I became one, I was taught to believe that salvation was just a choice and I had the power to choose. God was standing on one side and Evolution the other, both with their arms open, and all I had to do was to pick one. And I made the final wise choice and picked the one that would give my life meaning and eventually usher me into heaven. This verse 6:36, however, made me realize that I am as helpless as my two friends, as well as the Jewish audience two thousand years ago, when it comes to choosing to believe. Were the choice up to me, I think I would also run the other way if God were to show Himself in front of me. Or even worse, I might just spit in His face and throw a few cuss words at Him before I run away in spite and protest.
The Jews in Jesus's audience believed in Moses who gave their forefathers manna in the desert. And being also decendents of father Abraham, they thought they were in with God. They thought salvation was just a choice they could make on their own by observing the Mosaic law. But Jesus showed up and told them that He came down from heaven to be the real bread for only those whom the Father has enabled (v65), has chosen (v70),has drawn to Himself (v44), and has given to His son (v37), so that they who eat of this bread will receive salvation. Those who did not believe were offended at His claim to be the bread of life. Jesus then told those who were offended, "This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless the Father has enabled him." I realized only recently that I came to Jesus only because God has already enabled me and drawn me to Himself.
I feel so helpless when I think about the fact that even the smallest little act, the act of believing, was impossible for me to do on my own. If I could not perform such a simple mental act, how would I ever be able to claim as my own any other worthy acts in life, whether mental or physical? I thank God for saving me when I could not, and I pray that Jesus lives in me and works through me as I live.
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