Last week I met with a few people who will be part of the team traveling with me to Uganda in July. A couple of them had been to Uganda once before and I asked them to help me gain an initial understanding of what I would experience. They shared about the amazing contrasts they experienced when they were there.
First, on a sensory level they couldn’t get over the sights and smells of poverty to a degree they had never seen in the USA. The way they described it was as if their senses were physically attacked the moment they stepped off the plane. But, they also described the extreme contrast when it came to looking into the faces of the Ugandan people and seeing a happiness that couldn’t be based on their circumstances. How could there be such happiness, gratitude, contentment, and celebration in the midst of such great need?
The second contrast was on a spiritual level. The people I was meeting with have walked with God for awhile and I believe have developed an additional spiritual “sense” of God’s Presence and activity. They described for me a feeling of great spiritual darkness that surrounded them from the moment they got off the plane. But again, they added that they also experienced an extreme contrast because while they were ministering in that place they saw miraculous things happen that they weren’t used to seeing in the USA. Why would such a place of spiritual darkness also be a place with such potential for the miraculous?
This got me thinking about an event in the life of Jesus recorded in two of the Gospels. In Mark’s account it goes like this:
Jesus left there and went to his hometown, accompanied by his disciples. When the Sabbath came, he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were amazed. “Where did this man get these things?” they asked. “What’s this wisdom that has been given him, that he even does miracles! Isn’t this the carpenter? Isn’t this Mary’s son and the brother of James, Joseph, Judas and Simon? Aren’t his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him. Jesus said to them, “Only in his hometown, among his relatives and in his own house is a prophet without honor.” He could not do any miracles there, except lay his hands on a few sick people and heal them. And he was amazed at their lack of faith. (Mark 6:1-6)
There is a group of people who like to refer to the USA as a “Christian nation.” I have some differences with many in that camp, and I am not going to raise those differences here. But, what I do think is helpful about that label in this case is it supports the idea that the place where we live is a lot like Jesus’ hometown.
I am a person constantly looking for God’s Presence and activity around me. And, I find many subtle things that I would credit as God’s miraculous work. For example, each week when I get a chance to teach people about God and it “just so happens” that something I said spoke directly to something someone was experiencing, even though I didn’t know it until they told me after the fact. Some say it is just a coincidence, but I see something more.
Yet, in our culture and country, if we are honest, with the rare exception of the healing of some sickness, we don’t really think we see the miraculous happening. Why?
I think it is because our response to Jesus is very similar to the response He received from those in His hometown. Most the people of the USA don’t really know Jesus, but they think they do because He is familiar to them. They know enough of His story to discount Him. They may at times find Him to be an amazing teacher, but more often than not, they respond to His teaching with offense, not faith. And, as a result the miraculous doesn’t really happen or get noticed.
Think about it. Does your normal, everyday life really need the miraculous? If someone gets off a plane in Georgia, their senses aren’t attacked by the sites and smells of poverty. In the USA, families that make a total income of $48,000 a year think they are in poverty. Yet, compared to the rest of the world, those families make 100 times more than 51% of the world’s population.
In addition, we think we have figured almost everything out. Even those people who attend church most weeks and listen to the teachings of Jesus, spend most of their time deconstructing what He said and determining what He must have meant instead of banking their entire lives on Him as their solution and satisfaction. There is much analysis, little faith. We are people who claim to believe that Jesus is God, but with the possible exception of the whole heaven/hell question, we live as if we don’t need Him at all.
We live in a world of false spiritual light. Our lives are so rich and so clean and so smart and so religious that we are able to hide the fact that our spiritual darkness is probably even darker than that of Uganda. And, since our physical senses aren’t attacked, our situation may even be more hopeless.
Do you think I have gone a bit overboard here? Possibly. But then help me understand how we could have so much and be able to do so much and have what we describe as such great faith, yet we have little to no happiness, gratitude, contentment, or celebration?
I can’t wait to get off that plane and have every physical and spiritual sense attacked. I can’t wait to experience that “Ugandan Alarm Clock.” I am praying that it will wake me up to my own darkness and faithlessness that could be standing in the way of seeing the miraculous happen now, in this day, in my hometown, in my life.
I am also praying that I don’t have to wait that long. I am praying that all of us would have a powerful desire now to replace the substitutes for light in our own lives with Jesus, the light of the world.
What are your thoughts?



