Why Reclaiming Bones
“Christianity means decision, change, denial, yes even hostility to the past, to the men of old. Christ smashes the men of the past into total ruin. He smites and cuts through with his sword to the innermost nerve. And that is where the wound hurts most, where the apparently most noble feelings meet with a satisfied morality.” These words were spoken by Dietrich Bonhoeffer in the first sermon he gave after finishing university with a Ph.D. in Theology. These particular words have, cut to the most central of my own nerves, and I understand that it is in my deep pain in which God meets me; in my most dejected moments of aching and trembling when I feel as though my heart would give out if it had to push another ounce of blood through my veins, that is the place in which Christ meets me.
The whole idea for what I hope will be a long series of writings, began when my friend Josh and I sat down and we saw that our beliefs did not manifest themselves in our daily lives. We believe, or so we said, that the Bible is the unfailing true Word of God and yet we did not read it with any frequency. We were pressed to admit an enormous disconnect between our professed faith and our lived faith and, seeing that no self-help book would remedy our problems, resolved to read the Word, particularly the Gospels, together for a year. 4 Gospels, over, and over, and over for a full year. So, here I am, in a place of bitter honesty where I must admit my own depravity and moral satisfaction with the shambles of a Christ-centered life.
I decided to name this space “Reclaiming Bones” after a good amount of searching, bouncing ideas off of Josh, and hitting an “Enter” key I did not mean to hit. The verse itself that I was reading over at the time was Ezekiel 37:3:
“And He said to me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” And I answered, “O Lord GOD, you know.”
I can think of no better question regarding my own life and no greater answer given in humility that this. The bones, I have found, are most certainly my own. Of course they are bound up in all the fashion sense of a man who cares about as much for fashion as he does for sour kraut, but these bones of mine have been tucked away. There is nothing that can change this, no prayer that can be uttered, no beseeching to be done to convince the Lord that my bones need flesh because no man can change the mind of God, and so healing is totally apart from the requests of man and found entirely in the Lord alone.
And so we will see if these bones can live. Perhaps those who run across this page will see their own bones, perhaps they will understand their wholeness, but more than anything I would like for this to be a part of a site of honesty, reflection, and peace as we all, in our own way, wait upon the Lord’s answer.