We come from a faith where the faults aren’t hidden.
That is the first thing that struck me about the beginning of the book of Matthew.
I usually skip the lineage lines. Or lines of lineage. That sounds like a bit of a tongue twister. Why do I skip them? Because I’m not a very good Christian.
But in Matthew, we see the line of Christ. The two things that stick out are the prostitute and the adultery.
In modern culture we tend to rewrite the histories of our heroes. We brush by their mistakes, amplify the triumph and hide the scars. We manufacture bright, shiny heroes. But the Bible doesn’t.
Rahab is not skipped over. There she is loud and present. The hooker. But as dramatic as that is, it’s the adultery that seems to most boldly fly in the face of our desire for mistake free lives.
When it comes to Solomon, this is how verse 6 in Matthew 1 could have read:
“David was the father of Solomon.” Done and done. Easy verse, simple idea. Nothing to see here folks, move along. Instead, the verse does the unexpected and says, “David was the father of Solomon, whose mother had been Uriah’s wife.” They don’t even say “Bathsheba.” The verse makes a point of saying, this kid was born from someone else’s wife. Brutal.
And then we look at our own lives and think we need to cover up the lineage of mistakes we’ve made. We edit. We cut out. We rewrite our histories.
Roll your sleeves back up.
The scars you share become lighthouses for other people who are headed to the same rocks you hit.