June – For the Gospel’s Sake
Day 165 – 14 June
For the sake of one thing
And this I do for the gospel’s sake, that I might be partaker thereof with you. (1 Corinthians 9:23, KJV)
For a fortnight now, this small daily word has circled one idea from a dozen angles. We have called the message good news that asks only to be received, traced the living power coiled inside it, stood in the shoes of an ambassador who speaks for a King, marvelled that such treasure should travel about in plain clay, caught its fragrance drifting out ahead of our words, and felt the guard come down into free and fearless speech. Beneath every one of those pictures, holding them together like a thread strung through scattered beads, has run a single short phrase, for the gospel’s sake. Today, the Lord’s Day and the crown of the week, we turn at last to study the thread itself, and we find the whole weight of it hanging on one of the smallest words Paul ever set down.
The smallest word in the verse
When Paul gathered his entire restless strategy into a single line and said that he did it all for the gospel’s sake, the hinge of the sentence was the little Greek preposition διά (dia, meaning for the sake of, because of, or on account of). Joined to the gospel in the accusative, the word faces two ways at once, naming both the cause standing behind his actions and the goal waiting out in front of them. Set where it is, it answers the one question every onlooker eventually puts to a life like his. Why? Why surrender your rights, why bend yourself into a hundred shapes for a hundred kinds of people, why pour your years out on hard roads and in cold prisons? His whole reply folded into that one word. Everything was διά (dia, meaning because of and for the sake of) the gospel, springing from it and aimed back towards it. A preposition looks far too slight to bear such a load, the sort of word the eye slides straight over, and yet it does the humble, decisive work of naming the reason a person lives as they do. Tell me the word that sits in your own life where διά (dia, meaning for the sake of) sat in Paul’s, and you will have told me, more honestly than any speech could manage, what you are truly for.
Steering by one star
Far out on the open sea, long before charts and instruments, a sailor crossing vast stretches of water would fix on a single star and hold it steady above the bow. The star asked nothing of him and did none of the rowing, and still the entire voyage bent itself around that one point of light. Every pull on the tiller, every sail trimmed against a shifting wind, every long and aching night of watching answered to it, until a thousand tiny corrections summed up to a true course across a trackless ocean. A life lived for the gospel’s sake takes on that very shape. The good news rises into the fixed star above the bow, and slowly, with no single dramatic moment to mark it, the ordinary decisions begin to fall into line beneath it. How you spend a free Saturday, the tone you choose with a difficult colleague, what you do with money you might easily have kept, all of it starts answering to the one bright thing you have set your course by. The reordering comes so gradually that you may barely feel it happening, and then one day you glance back across the water and see how far a single fixed reason has carried you.
And to share it with you
A tender second half to Paul’s sentence deserves better than to be hurried past. He did the whole of this for the gospel’s sake, he said, so that he might come to share in it together with the very people he was reaching. That small phrase gently undoes any picture of him as a lofty benefactor dispensing truth from on high. His aim was to finish shoulder to shoulder with those he served, every one of them partakers of the same good, with no one seated higher than another at the table. Here the whole year’s theme of adding value to people finds its warm centre. You spend yourself for the gospel’s sake, walking beside the ones you help rather than towering over them, so that the blessing you carry outward loops back and becomes yours as well in the very act of sharing. The good news, as it happens, is the one treasure that swells instead of shrinking when you divide it. So you steer by your fixed star towards a shore where, God willing, a great crowd comes ashore together, and you find your own deepest gladness folded right in among theirs.
Declaration
More and more, a single thing is becoming the reason behind the rest of my choices. I am letting the best news I know take its place at the centre of my days, so that ordinary decisions about my time, my words, and my money begin to answer to it almost before I notice. This one clear aim steadies me, handing my scattered efforts a direction they lacked before. The goal I am reaching for is a shared one, since I have no wish to stand over anyone, handing down what I have found, but long instead to arrive beside them, all of us enjoying the same good together. Today I gather my small and busy life around one great thing, and I walk towards it gladly, hoping to bring as many as I possibly can along the road with me.
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