I just finished my last college class ever. A Rakestraw graduating college. Can you believe it? It was very fitting that in my last class here at WKU, where I have been completely transformed by the person and work of Jesus, that I would sit in my last class (Rel. 300 - Life of Jesus) that has nothing to do with my finance major and hear the teacher say, "Things will never be the same because of who Jesus was and what He did."
I came into college a scrawny young kid who was very religious, put together, and ready to conquer the world that was set in from of me. Four years later, I'm still scrawny, but in a week I'll leave this beautiful campus in Bowling Green, Kentucky completely broken, captured by love, and ready to lose my life for the sake of the One who gave it all for me. I came to WKU looking for something, and I was found by the sweet grace and mercy of the Lord of all.
I was asked to write a blog and give a senior talk for the campus ministry I've been involved with for four years called CRU here at WKU. They wanted me to talk about what I've learned in my four years and what I want to pass on or leave behind. This is really hard for me because not only have I really, really loved and enjoyed my time here, but I also learn about 10,000 new things every single day. If I had 15 minutes to tell my freshmen self anything in the world, what would it be? Out of all the things I've learned and all the people I've been impacted by what would I say to the that freshman four years ago?
I can try to sum it up with one word: rescue. Rescue is not a past tense word. It's an all encompassing word that means past, present, and future. I would tell the younger Luke that rescue is here and it is coming. And it is coming in ways that you would never believe. In fact, it is coming most spectacularly in 3 ways.
1.) Rescue is coming for your greatness
Jesus, first, graciously rescued me from me. My view of greatness coming into college was defined by me: who I was and what I did. Greatness looked a lot like the American dream: a beautiful wife, great upstanding children, a two-story house, two-cars, a dog, and a healthy salary. Greatness was that people would remember my name. Greatness was straight A's and popularity and worldly success. And then I met King Jesus and saw what real greatness looked like (Isaiah 6:1-5). I learned who the true hero of the story was and it wasn't me. We all pursue what we think greatness is until we meet something greater. My pursuit was over when I ran smack into the Great I Am. My good works didn't look so good measured up against God's holiness. My mightiness didn't look so mighty against the power of God Almighty. I felt like David in the Psalms:
"When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him,and the son of man that you care for him? (Psalm 8: 3-4)
Who am I? I'm not that impressive. In fact, I'm very, very sinful. But God cares for me. How? I'll get to that in the second rescue, but the greatest truth in this universe, is the fact that the One that created this universe cares for me, not because of how great I am, but because of how great He is. There's nothing in me that screams out great, but God sent his son to rescue me from myself so I might get a shot at real greatness: being conformed to the image of Jesus Christ (Romans 8:29).
This started me on my very present journey of seeing that God is supreme in all things (Col. 1:15-23). No amount of money or prestige, or leisure, or sports, or family, or job, or health, or toys, or friends -- nothing brings satisfaction to my sinful, guilty, aching heart beside God. This makes me want to go hard for the One that is truly great: my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
2.) Rescue is coming for your love and affections
After rescuing my greatness, Jesus was far from done with me. At the same time, he was ferociously going after my idea of love. Coming into college I saw love like the world sees love: with conditions. You scratch my back I'll scratch yours. The world says very clearly that if you do these certain things then we will love you. If you fit this mold then you will be taken care and loved immensely. So if you make good grades, tell the funniest jokes, work really hard, be devoted, and loyal then you will have a shot at our love. We see this in our relationships, families, and work environments. You perform, you will be loved and rewarded and Jesus said we ain't doing it like that.
Why did Jesus save me? Why did he lavish his grace upon me and adopt me into his family? Coming into school I thought it was because of my church attendance, prayer life, bible study time, and moral works. But Paul said something different in Ephesians 2: "But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ" (Eph. 2:4-5). God saved us from our sins because of his great love and affection, not ours. I didn't love God. I loved myself, but he saved me. And he didn't wait for me to clean myself up or get back on the right track. No, Paul says that "while I was still a sinner, Christ died for me" (Romans 5:8). That mega, other worldly love blew me out of the water. God's love for me, despite of me eternally wrecked me and I haven't been able to get over it since. That he would look on me foreknowing all the times I would sin against him, and go my own way, and fall over and over and over again, and still say I'm sending my son to die for that man to get him in my family. What do you with something like that? You worship. Jesus didn't have to go to the cross, but he wanted to out of his great love and joy for the Father and for us, as sons and daughters.
Jonathan Edwards, a famous pastor in the early 1700's, said "that the meaning of life is found in intense loves, including earthly loves." Not moderate loves. Not play-it-safe loves. Not this-won’t-cost-you-anything loves. Not let’s-dabble-in-the-shallows loves. But intense loves. Brightly burning loves. All-consuming loves (John 2:17). I loved timid-loves because I could control it. I was able to set the terms and limit risk. God wasn't having any of that and sent his son to fully embody the most intense love anyone will ever see. A love that consumed him. A love that meant the death of him, and thankfully the death of me.
3.) Rescue is coming for your joy
All throughout highschool and coming into college, I never understood why so many people in the Bible would act the way they did. I didn't understand why David would stay up all night thinking about God, or why a prostitute falls weeping with joy at Jesus's feet, or why the man when he finds a treasure in the field immediately goes and sells all he has, with joy, in order to buy it. I most certainly didn't understand why Paul says "to live is Christ and to die is gain" (Phil. 1:21). I understood to live is Christ. I was taught that in sunday school, but to die is gain? Are you for real Paul? Because here is the thing about death that we all know: you lose everything when you die. You lose your wife, your kids, your house, your money, your friends, your accomplishments, your reputation. All of it gone when you die. And Paul is looking at all of that in his life and says being with Jesus is gain far beyond all that. I was missing something about Jesus. Jesus gave Paul more joy than everything else in his life combined, where he could look at death and weigh the costs and say gain.
I always thought, in the back of my mind, being a Christian was the opposite of joy. Kind of like sitting in a jail cell watching all your friends have fun for 70-80 years, but one day you'd be in heaven so it was all worth it. And then I read Psalm 16:11:
"in your presence there is
fullness of joy;
at your right hand are
pleasures forevermore"
Pleasures and God don't only co-exist but true pleasure is found in God? That somehow, in God, there is fullness of joy and pleasures forevermore? So if this was true God wasn't the opposite of joy, actually he was the beginning and end of all true joy. If this was true everything was changing. If this was true I had been settling for unhappiness by looking to the world to provide it. Like sucking on sand, when I have a fountain of water right beside me saying "that one day this sand will satisfy me."
Not only was God the beginning and end of joy, but I saw in the scriptures that he commanded us to be joyful. I thought it was a sin, but really to be happy in God was what God wanted all along because when I'm most happy in God he looks the greatest. God looks big and I get to be happy in him for the rest of my days. You tell me where I can find joy fuller than full and longer than forever and I'll cease to be a Christian. But you won't find joy fuller than full or longer than forever. God is true joy. Thomas Brooks said:
"To be in a state of grace, is to be miserable no more. It is to be happy forever. A soul in this state is a soul near and dear to God. It is a soul much beloved and very highly valued by God. It is a soul safe in God's everlasting arms. It is a soul fully interested in all the highest and greatest privileges."
C.S. Lewis said it like this in his essay from The Weight of Glory:
"if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
Jesus has rescued me every day of my life and no more than in the last 4 years on the hill at Western Kentucky University. I want to thank all of you who have been a part of it and all the many hand prints on my life that have pointed me more and more to his delightful rescue.