The story goes that as Teresa of Avila was traveling along, she accidentally slipped off her horse and fell smack-dab into the mud. When she complained to Jesus, he said, “This is how I treat my friends,” to which she retorted, “If this is how you treat your friends, it’s no wonder you have so few of them!”
While we might chuckle at the legend, we might also grimace at the ring of painful truth it expresses. Being a friend and follower of Jesus means that sometimes we wind up face first in the mud and muck of life. The path of discipleship at times leads to the arena of mockery, hatred, even martyrdom. It also means that we are not spared gashing wounds from grief and grave disappointment.
Following Jesus sometimes means being unfollowed by the "good things" that others enjoy.
Listen to how Paul described his ministry: “To the present hour we hunger and thirst, we are poorly dressed and buffeted and homeless, and we labor, working with our own hands. When reviled, we bless; when persecuted, we endure; when slandered, we entreat. We have become, and are still, like the scum of the world, the refuse of all things” (1 Cor. 4:11-13).
Being a friend of Jesus, in Paul’s case, meant being treated like trash.
This is a blunt reminder we all need. Jesus did not bid us dance with him in a rose garden but march with him to a bloody cross—a cross he bore, and crosses we bear as he works within us. “The Son of God suffered unto the death, not that men might not suffer, but that their sufferings might be like His” (George MacDonald).
Dear Lord Jesus, our Lord and Friend, do with us what you will. Conform us to yourself. Only do not forsake us. For with you, no matter what may befall us, we are where we need to be. Amen.
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