By Jarrod H. Brown, DDS, DWS
Kaleo Institute Professor
It was just one of those days. I had had enough of things, people, the rat race in general. I told my wife and mother over lunch that I was ready to move to Alaska, build my igloo, and hide from people the rest of my mundane existence. If one more crisis, one more bit of “news” or one more drama of the human condition crossed my path, I was done. Stick a fork in me, you know?
While I was contemplating my escape from the fellowship of the human race, I happened to remember one of those “ladies” books entitled, Where Does A Mother Go To Resign? I figured if that lady had the answer for her, I must be able to figure out one for myself. I was just tired of helping people, just to be told they needed one more thing. I had heard enough whining from patients that “were afraid of the needle.” My wife’s reputation had been tarnished that day by someone to whom she had offered sound advice: her words were twisted around and came back to her through the grapevine as a major slam on the other person’s character. The day before, a patient accused me of doing damage to a tooth I hadn’t touched and proceeded to scream about it in the middle of the waiting room! I thought to myself, “Is this even worth it? Why do I bother to help people? They don’t care. They’re not appreciative. And I’d rather not be screamed at.”
I’m sure Jesus didn’t like being screamed at either. The crowd on Golgotha the day He was crucified didn’t appreciate Him at all. Instead of giving Him the honor he deserved, they taunted Him and cried out blasphemies that tarnished their own reputations. Jesus had given them sound advice like “turn the other cheek” and “love your neighbor as yourself.” They didn’t listen, but instead wove a grapevine of thorns and forced the crown onto His head: That hurt more than any needle, I’m sure. And His death was the ultimate in helping people: without it none of us would have hope for salvation. For the perfect sacrifice of the perfect man (who was also God) was needed to cover over our sin.
Thus, needless to say, the “drama” of my own life pales in comparison to the veritable insanity suffered by my Savior. Building an igloo isn’t necessary when you have the arms of Jesus to run to. A warm hug beats an ice cube bed any day of the week. So what’s the answer you say? Where does a Christian go to resign? Only one place will do. The place a Christian goes to resign is the Cross.
Jarrod Brown, DDS, DWS is a graduate of George Mason University in Fairfax, Virginia, with a BS in Biology, Virginia Commonwealth University in Richmond, VA, with a Doctorate of Dental Surgery, and The Robert E. Webber Institute for Worship Studies in Orange Park, Florida, with a Doctorate of Worship Studies. While in full-time practice as a general dentist, Dr. Brown also serves as a hospital chaplain in his hometown of Danville, VA. He and his wife, Lisa, are very involved in Fairview United Methodist Church, Danville, where both participate in the music ministry and worship planning committees. Dr. Brown’s favorite areas of worship studies are liturgical design, Baptismal renewal, and creative altar/sanctuary design. He is also the proud father of two sons, Trevor and Nathan.
2 looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. (ESV)