For Christmas this year my company gave me tickets to the PGA golf tournament that comes through Charlotte, NC. With four kids at home...and one that was just six weeks old when the tournament came 'round a few Saturday's back...I was a little concerned that they'd really, really missed the mark. But my wife encouraged me to slip away and enjoy the gift (this encouragement came well before she gave birth, by the way, but she continued to prod me even after our family grew) and I eventually realized my company's gesture as more than a gesture; this was one of those "perfect" gifts because it really is something I would never buy for myself or prioritize, but it did give me the chance to do something I wouldn't normally do on my own. Yes?
To make the most of the experience I invited my friend John to come along. He's a former resident of Charlotte and still has a loft apartment near downtown, so I was able to benefit from the company of a local native and transition some of the "travel" money I'd gotten from the company away from hotel expenses and into food and fun for us both!
John and I approached the event with a different set of priorities than most badge holders, I suppose. We spent most of the day talking about God, sex, and women... and debating where and how they all intersect. Mostly we talked about God (of course we did - this is a "Christian" blog, isn't it?).
As a brief aside, just so you don't think we're completely lost, we managed to see Sergio blow a drive (complete with his characteristic-too-quickly-released-grip-after-a-lousy-shot that ended with him scowling over his just-dropped driver) and of course a few choice shots from Tiger, among many others. We aren't completely clueless, you know.
Still, more than anything, John and I wandered the grounds digging into varying layers of religious thought. It was in the midst of these conversations that he evoked one image from the movie "Braveheart" that really hit home with me...and has lingered ever since.
Anyone remember Campbell?
I confess, I did not remember the name. Campbell, the elder Campbell, is the father of the recovered boyhood friend of Mel Gibson's character, William Wallace. You remember...Wallace comes back and attends a party and gets in a rock-throwing-fight with the physically overwhelming Harnish Campbell. Harnish launches a boulder right over Wallace's shoulder and then Wallace rattles a small stone off the center of his forehead...Harnish stumbles and falls in a strangely Goliathan manner? Come on...try to stay with me on this, please!?
Like I said, I didn't remember Campbell, his father's name (or his name, for that matter), but IMDB helped me fill in the gaps. Regardless, the scene that my friend, John, evoked is perhaps the single most critical for the character, Campbell...
It's early in the film, Wallace's wife has been murdered, and the Scot's are storming the gates of the English lord. They've caught the English by surprise and have advanced quickly, but now is the critical moment. Campbell, aging father to the red-haired Harnish, is first to the gate and urges all his strength to push it upward over his head, locking his arms just in time to stare into the face of his enemy...who charges straight for his heart.
Wow. Do you remember the scene? It only lasts a moment, maybe 2 seconds if you timed it, but it is HUGE in my memory. The audience knows that Campbell is about to be killed. He is defenseless. He is committed to his task and his plight. He is literally about to die for the cause.
This is sanctification.
Perhaps the only true picture of sanctification I've ever seen, to tell the truth.
"Sanctification." What a terrible and difficult and weighty word. It rarely comes to the surface apart from its implied counterpart: guilt. For me, at least, "sanctification" has always been this horribly futile struggle to "try harder" even as I am reminded of my paltry sin nature that seemingly makes "trying" quite literally futile.
But THIS...this standing at the gate...this risking everything to charge forward toward, well, something...this is REAL sanctification. This is sacrifice. And it happens in community - in relationship that depends on and demands from each other. Where would Campbell be if not for his fellow soldiers?
Understand that as a changed man, a transformed person in Christ, I truly WANT to be more and to do better. I want to go "all out" in the battle. And, with a changed heart, I am better armed to do so. But I can't ever truly win alone. In fact, my only growth seems to come from risking to the point that I MUST FAIL unless someone else comes to my rescue. Unless Christ shows up.
In the film, Campbell's comrades slip under the gate (literally under and around his outstretched arms) at the last moment just in time to glance aside the blow that is so determined to end his life. In my life it is John or Tad or Karl or Mike or my wife or an unexpected or an expected "other" stepping in on behalf of Christ to rescue me only when I am beyond rescuing myself. I don't mean "rescue" in the sense that I am in a deep hole or stumbling in the dark...I mean only to say that I am closer to Christ when I am standing at the gate, exposed, truly alive, lost in my hope and in my role in His story, and utterly dependent on Him to show up (queue blinding light from the sky or heroic rescue from my brothers) and effect my rescue.
John hit on the one illustration that made this crazy idea of being more Christ-like (in spite of my sin) palpable and, yes, even desirable. I'm inspired and encouraged to realize my dependence on Him really does translate to and demand my strength, regardless of the "gate" I'm driven to storm. Regardless of the truth that, in the end, I would be lost at that gate if it weren't for Him.
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