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About Esteban D. Dortta

Esteban is an evangelical pastor. He studied theology at the Baptist Theological Seminary of Uruguay between 1991 and 1994. Born in 1971, he lives in Brazil since 1995. Understands that freedom of thought, expression and reunion are essential to the development not only of Christian but of the whole society.

Me, Jonah

And suddenly, everything went dark.

The deafening roar of the waves vanished. The cold wind, the cries of the men, the deck beneath my feet—all gone. First came the water. Then, a darkness so complete I no longer knew where my body ended and what surrounded me began.

There were sounds. Few. Strange. Sounds I couldn’t identify.

I tried to scream.

No one answered.

Then I realized something even more incomprehensible: I was alive.

Everything I knew about the sea told me that by now, I should be dead. Very dead. But I wasn’t.

Maybe I knew because I still felt the soaked clothes clinging to my body. Maybe because of the fear. Maybe because we imagine the dead don’t feel loneliness. Or do they?

I don’t know.

I only knew I was alive and couldn’t explain it.

So I knelt as best I could. I bowed before my creator. And I prayed.

Not like that empty, rote liturgy I knew by heart. But with my heart. With my whole being.

I cried. I begged. I pleaded for mercy from the one who lives forever. Because besides being alive, I felt expelled from His presence. There was no deeper, no further to go.

So from there, I decided to do the obvious: turn my gaze to the Creator. In the darkness. In the silence. With nothing but my voice. I turned with everything and nothing at the same time to my Creator.

Days went by like this.

And even though I couldn’t go deeper or further, still, the anguish rose and filled everything. And I prayed. And I was overwhelmed by His mercy. His compassion was as palpable as the darkness surrounding me.

And I came to know another kind of peace. In darkness. In anguish. In peace. I had no way to reverse my situation. But the peace of my Creator was there. And I enjoyed it.

As suddenly as I had entered this situation, I was returned to solid ground.

Never had the sun seemed so radiant nor the sky so blue.

Job’s words wouldn’t leave my mind: “I know that my redeemer lives.” The fact that I was alive was—for me, at that moment—the proof that my Creator was alive and merciful. Yes, if there was one thing I knew before but now had experienced, it was His mercy.

If I had been cast into the depths of the sea, it was only because of my negligence, my folly, my disobedience, my confrontation with the one who had called me to go to the great city.

And there I was on the beach. Alone. My thoughts and me. Just enjoying the blessing of being able to see.

But I could also hear. Then He called me again. The same thing as weeks before: “Go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it the message I give you.”

Nineveh was an important city. The region’s economy passed through it. And it was huge. Three days were needed to cross it.

I approached by a path that passed over a small hill before entering the city at a distance. I sat to observe it. It was really big. Huge. And with a movement of people I hadn’t seen before.

So I obeyed the Creator. Simple message: “Forty more days and Nineveh will be overturned.” No lengthy explanations. No more words than that. The city’s destruction was decreed. The date of its punishment was already set. And I knew they wouldn’t repent. So why prolong the message? A simple and direct sentence was enough.

And then something happened that I didn’t understand. Or maybe I did understand but refused to accept.

How was it possible that these people stopped and repented with such a simple sentence? It’s true their sins were blatant. But could they reach that level of recognition? I couldn’t believe it! How could they repent!?

And worse, it wasn’t something that came from top to bottom. First, it was the common people. The workers. The merchants. All the people, from the most important to the simplest, proclaimed a fast as soon as the message reached them.

It was incredible. And look, of the three days needed to traverse the city, I only did the first one.

The news reached the King.

I, brutish as I was, thought: fine, now someone will come to put order in all this, and the city will return to what it was and thus can be destroyed as it deserves. Because, folks, if there was anyone who deserved to be destroyed, it was these people. Oh yes! How they deserved it! Even God agreed with me. Wasn’t that why He called me?

But no. The king proclaimed a fast. And it wasn’t a small thing. Every living being had to fast. The beautiful, soft, and showy clothes had to be exchanged for rough ones that hurt the skin.

Beyond that, he ordered the abandonment of violence and evil ways. This confirmed my thesis! Even the city’s king not only knew of the barbarity in which Nineveh lived, he was complicit, and now… and now!? Now he too repented, and with him the entire city.

Ahh what anger! What pain in the pit of my stomach! What bitter taste in my mouth!

How could even the king repent!? Oh no, I didn’t even want to see what the Creator would do. I knew Him.

That soft heart of His. I’ll tell you.

I was furious.

I was so angry and brutish that I found a solitary place to pray. And I said to Him: “See!? That’s why I didn’t want to come. Remember when I was calm at home? So, it was exactly for this reason that I decided to flee to Tarshish. And you know it very well. I know you. I know that heart of yours prone to forgive. I know you promise to punish, but then change your mind. I’m fed up with all this! Kill me. Go on. Enough. Take my life. It can’t be worse than living!”

I had much more to say to Him. But the anger left me blind, stuttering, confused.

It was fine for Him to show mercy to me and rescue me from inside that huge fish at the bottom of the sea. But to these here!? What kind of bizarre joke is this.

I couldn’t say anything more. A knot formed in my throat. Tears rolled from my eyes. I couldn’t believe such a thing. Better yet, I couldn’t accept it because I knew Him. I knew He was like this.

Then, I heard His voice clearly. I hadn’t heard it in the great fish. But now there was that gentle voice of His again. He asked me: “Do you have any right to be angry?”

I left Him without an answer. I preferred to leave Him there without even saying a sentence. He didn’t deserve it. Once again, He had disappointed me. And not because—I insist—I didn’t know Him. But because I expected His justice to prevail this time instead of His mercy.

It was fine for Him to be merciful with His chosen people, but with these!? A joke. It could only be a joke.

I opted to give Him the cold shoulder.

So I finished crossing the city. I sat at a distance and on high. I made a shelter to avoid the dry wind while I waited for what—indeed—would happen to the city. On one hand, I held hope that their repentance was pure deception. And on the other, I hoped the Creator would destroy everything as promised.

And I waited.

Then my Creator, in His mercy, made a plant grow to keep the sun from beating so hard on my head. Oh, how happy I was. Yes, I could join Job and say once again “I know that my redeemer lives.” He cared for me. He sustained me. Surely He loved me.

I went to sleep peacefully. In the sweet hope that the Creator’s judgment would fall upon the city once and for all. After all, God had shown His goodness to me. Tomorrow could be the day He showed judgment on these others.

The next day I woke up and saw that a worm had destroyed the plant, and it had withered. The sun was rising, and with it a strong, dry, hot wind formed. The day promised.

Who knows, maybe this was all part of the destruction God was bringing upon these people! Who knows, maybe I would witness everything from the front row! If the day started like this, what would it be by noon?

But the heat kept rising. And the city seemed to continue as normal. My eyes stopped distinguishing reality from imagination. And I felt almost fainting.

I concluded that it was better to die. Ah… yes… nothing like death to solve everything at once.

So I prayed again. I hadn’t spoken to Him since that day. This time I didn’t beat around the bush. I simply told Him that for me death was better than life. There was no need to say more. I had already wasted too much breath on Him. It was just one last favor I was asking. Simple. Efficient. My death. Nothing else made sense!!!

And then He asked me the same thing again. Well, or at least almost the same. As if we hadn’t had that time of silence: “Do you have any right to be angry about the plant?”

I couldn’t believe it. It could only be provocation. He who knows everything. Why would He ask such a thing again?

He doesn’t need anyone to teach or instruct Him because He is the source of all knowledge and wisdom. Nothing happens without Him knowing. What kind of question was this!!??

So I told Him “YES!!!!! I DO!!!!!. And I’m angry. So angry that only death seems appealing!”


Looking in Jonah’s Mirror

There are some passages I’d like to align with Jonah’s story. Jonah’s story is well known. But we usually overlook something that—personally—seems very relevant. It seems that God’s ultimate goal wasn’t just Nineveh but the prophet.

All of God’s speeches to Jonah can be grouped into two: a) instructions—which is really just one: announce to Nineveh that its time has come. b) rhetorical questions. There are three questions God asks Jonah. The first two highlight that Jonah had no reason for all this anger. And the third opens up to a very simple conclusion: Just as Jonah had pity on the plant, shouldn’t God have pity on all these people in their ignorance?

The material in Jonah is abundant and lends itself to many things.

But let me just highlight one characteristic of Jonah before we look together at his pain.

Jonah knew God. It wasn’t just intellectual knowledge. It was something more visceral. To the point that he knew how God would behave in this situation. Notice that God doesn’t contradict this knowledge. It’s as if God says: exactly, that’s who I am. Of course, this doesn’t mean Jonah fully knew God. That’s impossible. But he had enough knowledge of God to understand where the story was going.

Jonah isn’t caught by surprise by God at this point. And there we see a virtue of reading a short text like Jonah’s in its entirety since we find this in Jonah 4:2, almost at the end of the book. So it’s valid to say that this knowledge of God is evident in Jonah’s anger. Anger arises from disappointment. There’s a frustrated expectation. Jonah’s flight doesn’t seem anchored in fear but in this life frustrated with God.

All of Jonah’s anger isn’t just a reaction to a political or external result; it’s directed at God, whose action frustrates what Jonah considered just to happen. The existential ambivalence of the human being makes it perfectly possible for positive feelings towards God to coexist with resentment or anger. One doesn’t negate the other. Internal anger doesn’t invalidate belief in the Creator.

And one of the frustrating things about the book of Jonah is exactly that this anger hovers over the entire text, but there’s no transformation of it.

This reminds me of Matthew 25:14-30. The negligent servant buries his talent. For lack of knowledge of his Master? No. Quite the opposite. Once again, Jesus—in His parable—doesn’t contradict that knowledge. It’s part of the revelation. Yes: The Master harvests where He hasn’t sown (or have you seen Jesus—who persists in human form and is seated at the right hand of God—healing, preaching, casting out demons?) So the knowledge was correct, the emotion and action were not.

And it also makes me think of the prodigal son’s brother. (Luke 15:25-32) Did he know his father? In a sense, yes. He knew how much it had cost to build all that. Even perhaps wanting to enjoy a bit of what was rightfully his, he didn’t. Why? For lack of knowledge? No. He knew the cost. He knew the father’s pain for the younger brother. The knowledge was correct. The emotions and actions were not.

And what touches me most: Matthew 18:21-35. The servant receives forgiveness for an unpayable debt. When it’s his turn to do the same with a lesser servant, he doesn’t. He knew what forgiveness was. He had just experienced it. Could he apply it to his fellow servant? No. Correct knowledge. Action and emotion were not.

Jonah knew the Lord. The negligent servant too. The prodigal son’s brother likewise. And it’s no different with the servant of the enormous debt.

Obviously, their knowledge is partial. That’s already been established. But I’m surprised in all four accounts by the empty space between what’s possible in God’s action and the place of human action. Or put another way: they knew some particularity of the Lord. And they knew this particularity quite deeply, we might say. However, this knowledge didn’t translate into having the same heart as the Lord. Yes, they were partial knowledges. But we think they should have been sufficient to alter their emotions and behaviors.

They weren’t.

All these stories have this bitter touch at the end. Someone didn’t understand how things work.

And—in the Bible—it must be so. It’s not Hollywood.

It must be clear that the same message produces different effects in people. The same action of God provokes different things within each of us.

It’s not about intellectual knowledge.

And worse, it’s not about lack of experience.

The deepest anguish of these texts is that these people came close to eternal truth. And they couldn’t be touched by it.

Jonah had everything to be a happy person. He longed for death because he knew his Lord, but he didn’t understand Him with his heart.

Next time the Lord makes you cry; don’t run.

In the Concrete, Not the Ethereal

In the Concrete, Not the Ethereal

It’s lovely to imagine how things ought to be.

One single Church, no labels, no divisions, no tales of rupture, no doctrinal disputes, no differences in governance, baptism, communion, liturgy, or mission. The idea has its charm. Jesus Himself prays for His disciples to be one (John 17:20-23).

But we exist on this side of eternity.

And on this side of eternity, the Church needs to exist in the concrete.

The New Testament doesn’t just know an abstract Church. It knows churches in Corinth, Ephesus, Philippi, Thessalonica. It knows elders being established (Acts 14:23; Titus 1:5), responsibilities being assigned (Acts 6:1-6), and conflicts being addressed and decisions being made (Acts 15:1-29).

Concrete church needs to decide.

Who teaches? How does it govern? How does it receive new members? How does it baptize? How does it celebrate Communion? How does it discipline? How does it understand the gifts? How does it relate to the State? How does it handle money? How does it send missionaries?

At some point, the beautiful phrase “we’re just Christians” has to sit at a table and vote on something.

And that’s where the differences begin.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the idea of abolishing denominations tends to sound so alluring when we’re young. Time seems infinite, decisions seem reversible, and we have an impressive conviction that our point of view—and that of those who agree with us—is the correct, pure, balanced, and sensible one.

Descartes already mocked this by observing that nothing seems as well distributed as common sense: everyone thinks they have enough.

The history of the Church is a great antidote to this certainty.

Let’s just think about Lutherans, Presbyterians, and Baptists. None of these movements arose because someone woke up on a Tuesday wanting to invent a new brand. The Lutheran Reformation went through political conflict, excommunication, and the risk of death. Scottish Presbyterianism formed amidst deep religious and civil disputes. The first English Baptists faced persecution for convictions that many of us today consider trivial, like freedom of conscience and believer’s baptism.

Of course, there’s pride in this history. There’s sin. There’s stubbornness. There are ruptures that perhaps could have been avoided.

But reducing all this to “they couldn’t live in unity” is too comfortable for those observing centuries later, sitting in a chair that these very struggles helped make possible.

Denominations are also memory.

They preserve answers that Christian communities gave, in concrete times and places, to questions they couldn’t simply ignore. Some answers were better. Others, worse. Some need correction. Others deserve preservation precisely because they came at a high cost.

That’s why I have little interest in a church without identity.

I’m interested in a church whose identity knows its place.

Paul planted. Apollos watered. God gave the growth (1 Corinthians 3:6).

Perhaps a denomination is something similar: a historical, limited, and concrete way of planting or watering within a work that never belonged to it.

The problem begins when it forgets this.

Unity Without Monotony

Unity Without Monotony

Have you noticed creation? Isn’t it beautiful?

Sometimes I wonder what it must have been like before the fall, since Paul says all creation was subjected to frustration and groans for redemption (Romans 8:19-22). Yet, diversity still stands before us.

Psalm 104 looks at this multiplicity and exclaims, “How many are your works, Lord! In wisdom you made them all” (Psalm 104:24). Proverbs says the Lord founded the earth with wisdom (Proverbs 3:19). Variety doesn’t show up as noise. It appears as the Creator’s handiwork.

And then we come to a text that has always seemed beautiful to me and, in a sense, even amusing: “So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them” (Genesis 1:27).

I don’t know two human expressions more evidently distinct than male and female.

And yet, both fall under the same statement: image of God.

Unity of origin. Equal dignity. Real distinction.

Perhaps we should hold onto this combination.

We have a curious inclination towards uniformity. Fashion comes in waves. Houses start to look alike. Cars lose features that once allowed you to recognize a brand from afar. Churches do this too. A model seems to work, and soon everyone starts singing the same, talking the same, organizing the same, lighting the same, preaching the same.

There’s no inherent sin in resembling someone.

But there’s a difference between learning and disappearing.

Paul speaks of a body where the gifts are different, the services are different, the workings are different, but the Spirit and the Lord are the same (1 Corinthians 12:4-6). And he goes further: the eye cannot say to the hand, “I don’t need you” (1 Corinthians 12:21).

The unity of the body depends precisely on it not being just one thing repeated many times.

This should already make us a bit skeptical of the idea that the ideal church would be one where all local communities think, serve, and organize exactly the same way.

And there’s an even deeper issue. The Christian faith confesses a triune God. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit are not three gods, nor three successive masks of the same character. God is one. And yet, Christian language doesn’t eliminate the distinction of persons (Matthew 28:19; 2 Corinthians 13:14).

I’m not saying denominations are an image of the Trinity. That would be stretching the argument too far.

I’m saying something simpler: difference is not, in itself, an offense to unity.

In creation, there is difference. In the body, there is difference. In the gifts, there is difference. Among the apostles, there was difference. And in the end, John still sees before the Lamb a multitude of nations, tribes, and languages (Revelation 7:9).

Curiously, eternity doesn’t seem to resolve diversity by erasing it.

Perhaps our issue isn’t too much difference.

Perhaps it’s that we’ve forgotten how to live with difference without turning it into a threat.

When Difference Takes Center Stage

When Difference Takes Center Stage

Dividing a biblical text into chapters is quite helpful for locating passages, but sometimes it disrupts the flow of thought. In 1 Corinthians, this happens easily. We read chapter 1, get to the discussion about Paul, Apollos, and Cephas, turn the page, and it seems like Paul has started a new topic.

He hasn’t.

After asking if Christ is divided, Paul continues speaking about the cross. “For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing” (1 Corinthians 1:18). Jews demand signs, Greeks look for wisdom, but he preaches Christ crucified (1 Corinthians 1:22-24). And when he reaches chapter 3, the factions reappear: “For when one says, ‘I follow Paul,’ and another, ‘I follow Apollos,’ are you not mere human beings?” (1 Corinthians 3:4).

The argument is all there.

The cross dismantles human criteria for greatness. Eloquence, prestige, intelligence, charisma, influence: all these can be useful. The problem begins when they stop being service and become the center.

Paul knew the risk. He was an educated man, trained at the feet of Gamaliel (Acts 22:3). He could have based his authority on his education, his history, his argumentative skills. Instead, he says he decided to know nothing among the Corinthians “except Jesus Christ and him crucified” (1 Corinthians 2:2).

Not because thinking was a sin. That would be a rather strange reading of Paul.

But because even a good thing can take a place that isn’t its own.

That’s exactly why discussions about denominations usually go wrong on both sides. On one side, there are those who treat their tradition as if it were the final form of Christianity itself. The right church, the right theology, the right liturgy, the right reading, the right music. The ecclesiastical surname starts functioning almost as proof of fidelity to Christ.

On the other, there are those who treat all identity as suspect and imagine that abolishing names would solve the problem.

It doesn’t.

Corinth didn’t have Baptists, Lutherans, Presbyterians, or Pentecostals. And it managed to produce factions just fine without any of those labels.

The human heart doesn’t need denominational bylaws to compete.

This is where Paul’s text is more unsettling than it seems. The problem isn’t first in the existence of differences, but in what we do with them. Paul doesn’t deny that he planted and Apollos watered. He denies that either of them can receive the glory for the growth.

“Only God, who makes things grow” (1 Corinthians 3:7).

That sentence should be sufficiently offensive for all of us.

Because it puts both the famous pastor and the historic denomination in their place, both the church that grows and the church that prides itself on not growing, both the intellectual and the anti-intellectual, both the traditional and the modern.

None of them is the center.

The cross is.

Perhaps the question isn’t whether we can have identities. Perhaps it’s whether our identities can still kneel before Christ without demanding that he look like us.

Is Christ Divided?

Is Christ Divided?

Born and bred in the Baptist evangelical milieu of Uruguay, my son once remarked it was nearly impossible for me to be anything but Baptist. He wasn’t wrong.

My upbringing, my way of reading the Bible, my church experience, even my vocabulary were profoundly shaped by this environment. But that never meant living closed off within it. From a young age, I interacted with Pentecostals, Catholics, and free churches. Later came Mennonites, Lutherans, Waldensians, Presbyterians, and others. Perhaps that’s why the question always seemed more intriguing than bothersome: if we are part of a single Church, one in Christ, why so many identities?

The quickest answer would be to say there shouldn’t be any.

And it’s not a foolish argument.

In Corinth, those from Chloe’s household sought out Paul because the church was splitting into factions: “I follow Paul,” “I follow Apollos,” “I follow Cephas,” “I follow Christ” (1 Corinthians 1:11-13). It’s not hard to imagine how this played out. Paul had his history, his background, his way of thinking. Apollos was eloquent and knowledgeable in the Scriptures (Acts 18:24). Peter carried a different trajectory, a different temperament, a different way of speaking.

If we want to be simplistic, it’s easy to solve: everyone abandons their preferences, and that’s that.

But Paul doesn’t resolve it that way.

He asks three questions: Is Christ divided? Was Paul crucified for you? Were you baptized in the name of Paul? The answer is no, no, and no. The problem, therefore, isn’t that Paul, Apollos, and Cephas are different. The problem is that these differences began to claim a place that doesn’t belong to them.

Shortly after, Paul mentions he baptized few and returns to what he understood as his predominant calling: to preach the gospel (1 Corinthians 1:14-17). He distinguishes functions. He doesn’t make them all the same thing. Later, he will say plainly: “I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow” (1 Corinthians 3:6).

One planted. Another watered.

It’s hard to get clearer than that.

Paul doesn’t erase Apollos. Apollos doesn’t need to become Paul for the church to be one. The difference isn’t treated as a flaw to be corrected. The flaw appears when a relative difference becomes an absolute identity.

This changes the conversation about denominations a bit.

Paul isn’t talking about them, of course. It would be anachronistic to pretend he is. But the text already dismantles an important presupposition: unity doesn’t require equality of temperament, function, emphasis, or form.

And perhaps we’ve made a lasting confusion between two things the Bible doesn’t confuse so easily: difference and division.

Difference can serve.

Division loves to compete.

The first can enrich the body. The second begins when the body forgets who is the head.

Read the Complete Series

  1. Is Christ Divided?
  2. When Difference Takes Center Stage
  3. Unity Without Monotony
  4. In the Concrete, Not the Ethereal

Denominations: Why Have Them?

Denominations: Why Have Them?

There’s something very alluring about the idea of being simply Christians, without signs, without labels, without divisions. If Christ is one, why so many denominations?

Paul encountered something similar in Corinth. Some said, “I follow Paul”; others, “I follow Apollos”; others, “I follow Cephas”; and there were even those who said, “I follow Christ” (1 Corinthians 1:11-13). His response is well-known: Christ is not divided. But what’s interesting is what Paul doesn’t do. He doesn’t erase the differences between Paul and Apollos. Later, he’ll say: “I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow” (1 Corinthians 3:6).

One planted. Another watered. God made it grow.

Perhaps the problem was never the difference.

The entire creation is made of differences. The body is made of different parts. The gifts are different. The services are different. Even before the Lamb, there remain peoples, tribes, and languages (Revelation 7:9). Unity, in the Bible, doesn’t seem to mean monotony.

Denominations carry sins, ruptures, pride, and a lot of unresolved history. It would be naive to deny that. But they also carry memory, convictions, struggles, distinct ways of serving, and questions that needed to be answered in the concrete life of the Church.

Perhaps we don’t need to choose between unity and identity.

Perhaps we just need to remember which one occupies the center.

Not Paul. Not Apollos. Not the church sign.

Christ crucified.

This is the introductory summary of a four-article series. Read the complete series:

  1. Is Christ Divided?
  2. When Difference Takes Center Stage
  3. Unity Without Monotony
  4. In the Concrete, Not the Ethereal

I, Samson

Judges 13:1-16:31

This is not a triumphalist article.

It is deeply human, existential, harsh, heavy… realistic.

If you enjoy happy endings, today, this is not your place.

We all know the story of Samson. It is as necessary as that of Joseph in Egypt.

But let’s forget all the introductory material.

Let’s focus on his last day of life. Let our imagination soar a bit. Without feeling the passage, it’s just information.

After

The last memory he had was well imprinted.

Not that he had any retinas left on which to imprint anything. He, one of the greatest judges of Israel, had been brutally blinded by his enemies.

He could still hear the shouts of joy from the Philistines when it happened. He remembered how, helpless, he was dragged by four not very strong men. His forehead was tied to the trunk. And the executioner brutally gouged out his eyes with a red-hot iron.

And then came the silence.

Not because the evening crowd wasn’t braying victoriously after years of being defeated by Samson. But because the pain he felt was so intense that no other sense could function properly.

The years of victories passed through his mind. The battles won. Being a person of courage and respect among his people. The feeling of his Creator’s presence in his body in a way completely different from any other human. The care his parents gave him. The affections he was exposed to. The expectations since before the womb.

All was lost.

Nothing made sense anymore.

He thought: What am I grinding? Wheat for the great? Barley for the poor? And what difference would it make?

They put him to do the work of a beast of burden: grinding, crushing, pulverizing.

From dawn to dusk, the ever-stronger Samson did only one thing: turn and turn. Push and push. Grind and grind.

He who once instilled fear and dread in any Philistine warrior was now a laughingstock for the children. They threw stones at him. Laughed at him. Spat in his face.

The important thing was that the Philistine people, from the tenderest to the hardest, knew that the great judge of Israel had been defeated.

What did it matter if it was barley for the poor or wheat for the rich!?

The situation would repeat itself in the same way.

Day after day. Week after week. Memory after memory.

The stone turned.

The dust rose.

The body obeyed.

Push. Breathe. Turn.

Push. Breathe. Turn.

And as the stone returned to the same place, Samson also returned.

Returned to the woman of Timnah, to that first Philistine woman his eyes chose before his spirit could say no. Returned to the riddle, the feast, the wrath, the foxes setting the fields ablaze. Returned to the gates of Gaza carried on his shoulders as if no one could stop him.

Returned to the dead lion’s body and the honey taken from within it. To what he touched, though he should not have touched. To what he ate, though his consecration demanded separation.

Returned to vengeance. Always to vengeance.

One blow demanded another. One humiliation demanded a response. One fallen enemy was never enough.

And he returned to her…

Returned to Delilah. To her insistence. To his vanity. To his certainty that he could play with danger once more. And again. And again.

Until one day, there was no strength left to play.

The worst part was that he knew…

And what he knew was heavier than the stone he turned day after day. For he did not carry it on the outside, but on the inside.

It wasn’t Delilah.

It wasn’t the Philistines.

It wasn’t his parents.

It wasn’t his first wife.

It wasn’t his people.

They had participated. They had hurt, deceived, pressured, betrayed. But none of them had put Samson in that prison.

He knew where it all began.

Not the day Delilah cut his hair.

Not the day the Philistines captured him.

Not the day they gouged out his eyes.

It began long before — each time he confused strength with invulnerability; each time he confused desire with right; each time he used God’s calling as if it were his own possession.

Samson had not fallen all at once.

He had descended step by step, calling each step a choice.

Now, blind, he turned the stone.

And the stone did not argue with him.

Did not seduce him.

Did not betray him.

Did not flee.

It just returned to the same place.

There comes a moment when life ceases to be what we can still do and begins to be also what we can no longer undo.

Samson must have known that moment when he opened his eyes and saw nothing.

There was no more youth, strength, freedom. There was no way to go back to Timnah, erase Gaza, take back spoken words, undo choices, put eyes back in their sockets. There was only the sound of chains and the mill turning. One turn. Another turn. Another.

I have thought that some forms of repentance begin exactly there: when we finally understand that God can forgive us without restoring the life we’ve squandered.

What Did I Do with What I Received?

It is possible to blame Delilah for many things. But Delilah arrived late in the story.

Before her, there was already a man accustomed to desiring and taking, advancing and then dealing with the consequences. A man set apart from the womb, visited by the Spirit, extraordinarily gifted — and incapable of governing himself.

That is the part that frightens me.

Because I have received much.

And I know no other honest way to say this: I have squandered much.

There comes a moment when explaining childhood, wounds, the people who betrayed us and those who abandoned us begins to seem like a desperate attempt to find someone to share with us a guilt that is ours.

David could weep, but the child died. Moses could view the land, but did not enter it. Peter went out into the night and wept bitterly. There are things that God’s forgiveness heals before eternity without erasing from history.

The Mill

Perhaps that is why I am so troubled by a certain Christianity incapable of standing before ruin.

Everything must end well. God will restore. God will return. You will receive seven times more.

Perhaps.

But Samson did not get his eyes back.

There are losses that are not attacks of the Devil. They are consequences. There are doors that God may not reopen. There are years that no prayer will recover. And to call this a lack of faith would be merely to add falsehood to sin.

The mill keeps turning.

And perhaps one of the loneliest experiences of existence is realizing that the one pushing that stone is ourselves.

“Remember Me”

Then there remains a prayer.

Not: “Give me everything back.”

Not: “Make it like it was before.”

Samson already knew there was no more “before.”

So there remains a small phrase. Brief. Harsh. Direct:

“Sovereign Lord, remember me.” (Judges 16:28)

Perhaps this is the possible prayer when we have no more arguments.

I have sinned.

I have squandered.

I have hurt.

I have not been faithful to what I received.

And now?

I don’t know.

That may be the truest answer I can offer.

I don’t know what God will still do with the remnants of my story. I don’t know what will be returned and what will remain lost. I don’t know if there is again a pulpit, a home, a hug, a child, a friend, or just some columns before me.

I only know that yesterday no longer exists.

Tomorrow has not yet been given to me.

And, by some mercy I cannot explain, today still exists.

I Believe, but I Don’t Belong to a Congregation

When Not Belonging Seems to Make Sense

Throughout my life, I’ve met various individuals and couples who chose not to belong to a congregation. They had faith in Jesus, but for various reasons, they were not part of a congregation. Some even maintained a devotional life, professed their faith in Jesus to others, but were not part of a congregation. Occasionally, they would visit a local or distant church, but they did not maintain fellowship with any congregation.

The reasons are varied. And many of them are quite understandable.

There were those who had been deeply and unjustly hurt by a pastor, a deacon, or a group of people from the congregation they belonged to. This reminds me of Psalm 55:12-14, which we can summarize as saying those who live with me are not trustworthy. Other texts in this sense might be Ezekiel 34:1-6 and John 10:11-13.

For others, the liturgy stopped making sense. It no longer communicated anything significant to their lives.

I also remember cases where they felt they no longer fit in anywhere. They would go here and there and always feel like a fish out of water.

I recall others who simply became exhausted from so much internal conflict and weariness.

And I know of cases where they succumbed to the arguments of friends, family, ideas from outside where being a Christian was a reason for mockery and ridicule.

We could also mention other cases like periods of transition, illness, changes, and other circumstances that can distance someone from the community.

I think, then, that it is perfectly understandable for someone not to be part of a congregation for a while for various reasons.

The problem begins when a circumstance turns into a conviction: “I believe in Christ, but I don’t need to belong to His people.”

Sometimes You Need to Leave That Church

Not every departure from the institutional church means a departure from Christ. There are pastors who wound, sick communities, and environments where staying may mean continuing to be subjected to manipulation or emotional and/or spiritual violence.

Ezekiel 34 resonates with me in this regard.

If this were a sermon, there would be several divisions: 1-6; 7-10; 11-16; 17-19; 20-24 and 25-31.

For the purposes of this article, we will only consider two parts: 1-10 and 17-31.

In the second part (Ezekiel 34:17-31), it speaks of the responsibility of the sheep themselves, and the prophet says that God Himself will “judge between one sheep and another” and “I will judge between the fat sheep and the lean sheep.” In other words, part of the congregation is responsible for the weakness of another part.

However, I am interested in the first part (Ezekiel 34:1-10). The shepherds were tending to themselves while the sheep were scattered. And worse, this dispersion distanced them not only from the congregation but from the Creator Himself.

Ezekiel 34:6 says, “”My sheep wandered over all the mountains and on every high hill.”” To the casual reader, this means they went looking for other pastures or other places. And—while this is true—when we see mentions of high places in the Bible, it is an indirect reference to places of worship distinct from the places of worship to God.

See Numbers 33:51-52, where God commands the destruction of Canaanite religious implements “among them the high places.”

Or the wisest king recorded in the Bible who succumbed to earthly desires. 2 Kings 11:7 tells us that Solomon built “high places” for Chemosh and Molech, foreign gods.

Personally, I know people who—for perfectly understandable reasons—left the congregation but later associated with beliefs contrary to the Christian faith grounded in the Bible. This is what the “high places” are talking about.

But what makes the text vehement in its line of argument is that the reason for all this is that the shepherds care only for themselves. Verses 4-5: “You eat the curds, clothe yourselves with the wool and slaughter the choice animals, but you do not care for the flock. You have not strengthened the weak or healed the sick or bound up the injured. You have not brought back the strays or searched for the lost. You have ruled them harshly and brutally.“

This is pastoral violence. Abuse. Violence. Manipulation.

So, leaving a congregation may be necessary; concluding that we no longer need a community is another matter.

The wound explains the isolation. The new conviction explains the self-protection.

If you are a pastor who scatters sheep, return to your original calling (if it is real). Take a look at Acts 20:28-30.

Isolation Can Cease to Be Protection and Turn into Autonomy

Being alone brings certain immediate emotional advantages. One of them is that no one contradicts me. There is a certain tranquility in realizing that there is no one else looking at me, meddling in my life, asking personal questions, correcting some attitudes and beliefs.

I can also—with all modern resources—create my own menu of preachers I like since they say what I like. (2 Timothy 4:4) I can choose the spiritual diet to follow and even have my own definition of which sins I consider important.

I then set up a personal “church” on the internet where all the “pastors” say exactly what I like to hear.

I have achieved peace. I have reached Nirvana. My soul has nothing more to worry about.

But the New Testament presents a faith in which I not only know others (as on the internet) but am also known. In this faith, we serve and are served; we correct and are corrected; we bear with and are borne with.

In these times, such a place is very uncomfortable. And you don’t have to physically leave the congregation to not be—in fact—in fellowship. It is quite possible to enter and leave all the services throughout the year and not know or be known by anyone. Society—increasingly individualistic—teaches and encourages us to isolate ourselves more and more and calls it “full life,” “empowerment,” etc.

On the other hand, it is wrong to think that all this is only due to modernity.

The epistle to the Hebrews, written during the second generation of Christians, still largely linked to the Jewish religion, which was a legal religion for the Roman Empire, raises a particularly uncomfortable point: there are people who watch over us and before whom there is some form of submission (Hebrews 13:7, 17).

Evidently, this does not grant absolute authority to any pastor. The freedom of conscience, belief, and practice continues to exist because we are fully responsible for our actions. Even for those that are a reaction to an explicit violation of our person.

But it also does not allow for a completely autonomous faith. And that is the point that hurts so much for those who—justifiably—decided not to belong anymore.

Following Christ Means Identifying with His People

The letter to the Hebrews is particularly interesting in this context.

The first to believe in Jesus as the Messiah (Christ) were Jews. They did not see themselves as a separate project from the Jewish people but as a continuation. That is, participating in the chosen people by believing in a Messiah who had been promised since ancient times fit very well with the Messiah now revealed and proven resurrected by many witnesses.

On the other hand, the Jewish religion—as we mentioned earlier—was a legal religion within the Roman Empire. And there were some special characteristics worth highlighting: it was the only monotheistic religion, and there was a form of covenant between the Romans and the Jews in which the former tolerated their religion, provided they made prayers for the emperor. All this in a region (the eastern part of the empire) where there were already provinces that had requested permission (29 BC) to build temples linked to the cult of the ruler. This practice would consolidate throughout the empire by the end of the first century.

The epistle to the Hebrews is written at least by the end of the first century. The author himself declares that both he and the readers are not eyewitnesses of the ministry, death, and resurrection of Jesus. (Hebrews 2:1 “We must pay the most careful attention, therefore, to what we have heard”. Hebrews 4:2 “For we also have had the good news proclaimed to us…”) That is, they are at least the second generation of believers in Jesus as Christ (Messiah).

These Jewish believers in Jesus did not want to separate from Jewish fellowship. And this, in the time they lived, made a lot of sense. Enrolled in the Jewish religion and being tolerated by the Jews themselves, they became untouchable by the Roman Empire.

But if they identified as followers of Jesus as a divine being, and therefore outside the Jewish religion, they could be classified as rebels, pagans, and subject to all sorts of punishments, potentially leading to death. That is why the author says in Hebrews 12:4-5, “In your struggle against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood. And have you completely forgotten this word of encouragement…“

If we trace a timeline, the first persecutions of Christians date back to 70 AD, when—after the war between Jews and Romans—tensions between Jews and Christians increased, and this often also affected Christian communities. After that, the Christian movement began to be perceived more frequently as separate from Judaism, which affected how local authorities treated the groups.

And things worsened with Domitian (81-96). It is common to find references to repressions under his rule. There is ancient tradition, such as that of Eusebius, associating the period with suffering and exile of Christians.

It is around this time that the epistle to the Hebrews was written. Things were getting tense for Christians. And these Jews who had believed were abandoning the congregation (Hebrews 10:24-25), and they did so seeking to avoid death (Hebrews 12:4-5), which is a perfectly understandable reason.

Every Christian (Jewish or not) knew that things were getting worse. By the time of Trajan (98-117), there were already judicial persecutions and well-established procedural policies. There was not yet widespread mass killing, but we can affirm that by the beginning of the second century, there was real repression by imperial decision implemented in the provinces.

So, the recipients of the letter clearly knew the cost of being publicly associated with the faith and the Christian community. Some Christians had suffered, lost possessions, and been publicly exposed. What we would today call cancel culture but in a cruder version.

In this context, the “not giving up meeting together” of Hebrews 10:25 means much more than regularly attending worship. It is public community identification.

Some might see here a call to collective martyrdom. But nothing could be further from the truth. As Christians, we love life. But the truth that the gospel reveals is much greater than any social religious scheme. And precisely for this reason, it cannot enter into relations of compromise or convenience with any other type of spiritual manifestation.

A careful and contemporary parallel can be drawn.

Today it is socially comfortable to say: “I have my spirituality.” Advancing a little further, someone might say, “I follow Jesus” or even “I follow Jesus with my own convictions.”

More difficult is to say: “These Christians are my people. Yes, I belong to a concrete and imperfect community.” That indeed requires courage and full conviction beyond the status quo.

Christ does not call only individuals. He incorporates people into a body. His body, of which He is the head. (See Hebrews 2:12 and 12:23; Ephesians 1:22-23; Colossians 1:18; 1 Corinthians 12:12-27)

Congregation Is Not Attendance; It’s Shared Life

The solution to “I believe, but I don’t belong” is not “then go to church on Sundays.”

There is a tremendous superficiality and lack of fellowship in merely attending worship. Someone can do this without missing a single Sunday for forty years and still not be part of the congregation. Continuing practically alone. The only variant of the expression “I believe, but I don’t belong” is that the person believes but—in fact—is not part of the congregation.

My maternal grandmother lived in the capital, and with my mother, we would occasionally visit her. On the perpendicular street half a block away, there was a karate school. I must have been about 9 to 11 years old. I loved going and watching them practice this martial art. The shouts. The synchronized movements. The kimono. The tatami. The environment. The smell. Everything was etched in my memory. Years later, when I was 17, I taught programming classes in a neighboring city to ours. We had a twenty-minute break between one class and the next. I would run to see one of two things: karate training or a game of bocce.

Needless to say, I didn’t learn karate or how to play bocce.

No one becomes physically healthy by entering the gym once a week, wearing the appropriate exercise clothes, bringing a liter of water, and sitting for an hour watching other people exercise and then going home. Health requires a life in which certain practices become habitual. And that is difficult.

The Christian community works similarly, only much deeper.

But first, let me present some ideas about the word communion. This word of Latin origin (communio) derives from com (meaning “together”) and munis (meaning “charge” or “obligation”) and is used in the sense of “common participation,” “having something in common.” An easy way to remember the meaning would be “common union” or “common charge.”

Those of us who believe in Jesus as God incarnate and Messiah (Christ) share many things. Obviously, due to the nature of this faith, it excludes any other type of similar, resembling, or analogous faith. Christians share the exclusive faith in Jesus as the only and sufficient savior. Christians (regardless of institutional label or Christian tradition) are part of the same body and have one mediator (1 Timothy 2:5; Ephesians 4:4-6; 1 Corinthians 12:12-27).

There is no possible way to practice communion alone. It only serves to avoid the hardships of the disapproving looks of non-believers.

We pray together. We bear burdens. We share. We confess. We teach. We are corrected. We learn. We forgive. We celebrate. We weep. We serve. We are known.

These are things that society has always taught are not appropriate for the individual.

Salvation, therefore, is not just an individual thing, as much as it begins there. It is—above all—communal.

It is significant that much of the New Testament’s instructions contain the expression “one another.” There is no way to practice them alone.

(Acts 2:42-47; Galatians 6:2; James 5:16)

Perhaps the Question Is Wrong

When we ask if a Christian needs to go to church, we may have reduced the issue too much. As if we had placed a magnifying glass over only one part of the subject.

There may be times when we cannot belong. There may be churches from which we need to leave. There may be wounds that take time to heal. And none of these situations should be treated superficially or with indifference.

However, there is another question: “Is it possible to follow for a long time the one who made us part of a body while deliberately refusing to live as part of that body?“

The Christian life described in the New Testament does not seem to know a permanently solitary faith.

Not because God is taking attendance on Sundays, but because there are entire dimensions of the Christian life that simply do not exist when we are alone.

I cannot bear the burden “of one another” alone.

I cannot forgive “one another” alone.

I cannot confess “to one another” alone.

Nor can I easily discover where I am wrong if all the voices I hear were chosen by me.

Perhaps belonging is not simply an obligation of the Christian life.

Perhaps it is one of the ways Christ keeps alive and healthy the faith we claim to have in Him.

Fear of Believing

Believing is allowing the word of Christ to hold more authority over us than what we’ve learned to consider true, safe, and possible.

Túlio was an exemplary bank employee. For the last 20 years, he moved from branch to branch until he settled in that city. He started a family, had children, and he and his wife raised them closely and diligently. Raised in a Christian family with an evangelical tradition, he attended the local church with his family. Sundays, Tuesdays, and Saturdays, they were present. He contributed financially and was an active deacon. Internally, he was a balanced man. Debt-free. Of good reputation. He just had a terrible fear of believing. But he wasn’t even aware of it.

The problem isn’t simply believing.

We can believe in Jesus without allowing Him to deeply alter what we believed before Him. We come to faith carrying an interpretation of the world shaped by family, culture, religion, and political experience. The problem begins when Jesus contradicts some of these certainties. At that moment, we discover if we truly believe in Him or if we merely accommodate Him within what we already believe.

Peter on the Water – When Experience Says It Can’t Be.

The passage from Matthew 14:22-33 is well-known. In short: the disciples are in a small boat in the middle of the sea under strong winds. Jesus approaches. The disciples see Him walking on the water. Peter asks to prove that it is Him walking on the water. Jesus invites him. Peter goes. Walks. Gets scared. Begins to sink. Jesus reaches out His hand and says, “You of little faith, why did you doubt?”

Peter is not just anyone. He is a middle-aged man whose profession was fishing. He knew the sea. He had ample reasons from his experience to stay in the boat. He knew clearly that it was not possible for a man to walk on water.

Perhaps precisely for this reason, he asks to walk to Jesus as proof that He was who He appeared to be—from a distance.

And perhaps for the same reason, Jesus performs no miracle, He simply says, “Come.”

One single word.

For a few moments, Peter allows this specific word from Jesus to carry more weight than his experience. Then he looks again at what he had long known: wind, water, danger. He was afraid. He began to sink.

Of course, like any text, it can hold an allegorical reflection. We could say that the water and wind are the problems and that the path over the sea is the path we are treading, that is, our life. And while this sounds very beautiful—and we will end up drawing a moral or spiritual lesson from it—the account is historical and should be treated as such.

The fact is, the wind didn’t start when Peter got scared. The wind, the water, the waves, the boat, Jesus in the distance, the other disciples in the boat. Everything was there before. It was like this when he jumped over the side of the little boat and began to walk on the water toward Jesus.

So what changed? Prior knowledge entered his mind, and he was afraid.

Fear has this peculiarity of wanting to protect us from something. They say it’s better to be a live coward than a dead hero. (The Bible says, “a live dog is better off than a dead lion” – Ecclesiastes 9:4)

Was the prior knowledge to the walk wrong? No. In fact, these data had greatly helped him in the task at sea, which demands great respect. So his belief in these previous experiences (personal or not) was not wrong.

Thus, there are moments when believing means admitting that our experience is true but does not have the final word.

Nicodemus – When Religion Has No Category for What God Is Doing

Another well-known and interesting text for our point today is John 3:1-15

“We know that you are a teacher who has come from God.” This was Nicodemus’s introductory phrase that night.

Nicodemus is not an ignorant unbeliever. It is precisely his religious knowledge that makes the conversation interesting. Two Jewish teachers sitting on a cool night discussing their beliefs. A dialogue of equals in a certain sense. And his knowledge was not wrong. Jesus does not dismiss it. But He sees a shadow in all this. Something wanting to appear behind Nicodemus’s words that did not crystallize in his first statement.

Jesus (in His “Tramontina Quick Cut” version) does not miss the opportunity and proposes an existential dilemma that cannot be answered by Nicodemus’s religion: “No one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again.”

Jesus speaks of being born again, and Nicodemus tries to fit it into the categories he already possesses: “How can someone be born when they are old?”

Nicodemus’s question is much more than obvious. It was then and is now. And the answer—within the physical realm—remains obvious.

However, from the source of evils that afflict us, the body is the most virtuous. Existential afflictions rooted in the soul need another type of answer.

So, pause and analyze: Isn’t Nicodemus’s dilemma that night similar to ours? He was trying to understand God’s novelty using only the religious categories he brought with him. The baggage.

Thus, sometimes our difficulty in believing does not come from a lack of religion, but from the difficulty of admitting that God is greater than our religious understanding of Him.

Peter and the Unclean Animals – When God Contradicts What We Learned as Faithfulness

This other text is also well-known. Perhaps not as much as the others, but I think it fits into those texts that deserve a second look (and which doesn’t?) Acts 10:9-20

Unlike the Peter of Matthew 14, here we find a different Peter. Particularly strong in faith. He is already an apostle, has already confessed Christ. He has already received the Holy Spirit. He has already boldly preached Jesus. He has already been imprisoned. He has already said that famous phrase “We must obey God rather than human beings.”

However, there was a small part of his inner self that still needed to be enlightened. He needed to have some beliefs dismantled.

An idea that troubled me for years is the full and instant transformation of a person when they convert. All my biblical knowledge led me to conclude that the transformation at the moment of conversion is deep, radical, and lasting. This inevitably raised other doubts in my heart: When did I convert? Am I truly converted? My beliefs needed to be dismantled.

So, when Peter hears “Get up, Peter. Kill and eat,” the most direct, correct, simple, and natural response that arises from his head is allied to biblical knowledge and the practice of a lifetime: “I have never eaten anything impure or unclean.”

Just as it happened with the betrayal and his restoration, Peter needed three redundant visions (like the three denials or the three questions about love) and a clear and strong voice that put an end to an era in his life (like the rooster and like Jesus on the beach), said—in the last two times—affirmed: “Do not call anything impure that God has made clean.”

Peter, like Paul persecuting the church, was firm in his convictions. He was faithful. This is Hebrew faith in practice: faithfulness that makes the believer part of the body. (“the righteous person will live by his faithfulness” Habakkuk 2:4)

Note to those who already know the text: The Greek “pistis” cannot fully convey the concept of the Hebrew “emunāh” even though it comes very close. The Hebrew word conveys faith, faithfulness, or firmness/constancy. “Pistis” carries more faith in the sense of trust and can indeed carry something of faithfulness or adherence. However, it does not exhaust the Hebrew term, even being the best term in Greek to express the Hebrew without resorting to neologisms. The Greek term brings the idea of an act or attitude of believing, while the Hebrew drags the concept of firmness, reliable constancy. Thus, Romans 1:17—for Luther and the entire Protestant world and later Reformed and by extension fundamentalists and evangelicals—is read as “The righteous will live by faith ,” (note the comma. With this, I want to represent that in Paul we can understand that the person reaches righteousness from (“ἐκ”) faith) to the point that Habakkuk could be read “The righteous, by faith (faithfulness, constancy) will live” which brings profound consequences in the concepts of justification, redemption, salvation, etc. Then arises the problem of translations into Portuguese. What to do? Is it faithful to the original literal text or does it follow the interpretative line by understanding that Paul (of Hebrew faith converted to Jesus) writing in Greek follows the Septuagint? I am of the idea that it should remain faithful to the original text, and it is up to us—through exegesis and hermeneutics—to show clear evidence of this distinction instead of adopting the reformers’ interpretation as absolute truth. But all this deserves another article. Suffice it to say that salvation, justification, and redemption depend on faith and extend to faith. Outside of it (and exclusively it), nothing is done.

Returning to the subject of Peter and his vision.

As we were saying: Peter (like Paul) was being faithful to his biblical knowledge. The Law forbade him from eating unclean things, and he was faithful in this.

But things had changed. And the disciples (and many of us) did not fully understand what this was all about in the end.

So, some of the beliefs that God needs to correct in us are precisely those we learned to defend in His name.

Peter Rebuking Jesus – When Christ Threatens the Messiah We Want

Read the text of Matthew 16:13-23. I know it is known. But with everything you’ve read so far, there are some things that should jump out at you now, even if it’s not what I’m going to say next.

This text is very intimate, personal. It’s the small group of disciples and Jesus. They have just arrived at Caesarea Philippi. And the Jewish teacher, following the dialectical tradition of the rabbis, begins with a question: “Who do people say the Son of Man is?” In other words, what do people think about me? Who am I in their idea?

It’s obvious that Jesus knew what people thought. He had shown this repeatedly through dialogues, speeches, and direct confrontation. His disciples knew that He knew. So the question pointed in another direction. A more intimate one perhaps.

And the answers came, spontaneously and noisily. “John the Baptist,” “Elijah,” “Jeremiah,” “or one of the prophets.”

They reached the end of the options they knew, and I imagine there was a silence. The one that precedes the real question. I can imagine Jesus looking at all of them as if ready to present His most sensitive point. Then He spoke.

“But what about you? Who do you say I am?“

I imagine more silence. In Jesus’s gaze, the sincerity of one who with the question seeks to teach something more. And Peter breaks the silence: “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.“

And I, guess what, imagine more silence. In the minds of the other Jewish disciples, there were certainly thoughts like: “He’s gone mad.” “Yeah. The desert heat fried his brains. He got here with abundant vegetation and completely lost it.” “Man… he’s blaspheming.” “How can an individual be the son of YHWH?”

Jesus turns to him and says: “Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah, for this was not revealed to you by flesh and blood, but by my Father in heaven.“

For those who like to study more: natural theology—that which intends to sustain itself only from non-biblical revelation and is obtained through the senses—can reach the conclusion that, considering what nature reveals, there must be a creator god. Paul seems to point in this direction in Romans 1:19-23ff. But to understand Him as the unique and personal creator, special revelation is necessary: the Bible. So, this general, universal knowledge, accessible to any individual, serves—by the conduct that this individual has afterward—only to condemn him. But to embrace saving faith, special revelation is necessary. (Remember Romans 2:12-15 and then vv16)

Returning to Peter’s declaration, it is so grand that it is the watershed of the Gospel according to Saint Matthew. See the beginning of 16:21: “From that time on Jesus began…“

Something had changed. Something had profoundly transformed Jesus’s ministry. Having been at least two years on a well-known plateau, now the Master was resolute in going to Jerusalem, and He knew clearly what awaited Him in Jerusalem.

The change was very abrupt. Especially for Peter. Peter loved Jesus—as did the others except for Judas Iscariot, who was in the group on this occasion as well. In that love, he urged Jesus to practice what psychology today calls self-care. “Never, Lord!” he said. “This shall never happen to you!“

There was no doubt that Peter was fully aware that the panorama Jesus painted was nothing comfortable and ended in death. The part about the resurrection, no one understood right what it was about, even though the Pharisees and others had introduced this notion two hundred years earlier.

Jesus’s response must have echoed in the secluded place where Peter and Jesus were: “Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the concerns of God, but merely human concerns.“

Peter must have been stunned.

Just a little while ago, Jesus had said that he was very blessed because what he had spoken had been revealed by the Father in heaven. Now, what he had spoken only manifested earthly knowledge of things. And Jesus called him Adversary, Tempter, Accuser, Evil One

What had happened?

Peter accepted that Jesus was the Messiah (Christ), but rejected what the Messiah Himself had as mission and method.

In the common idea of the time regarding the Messiah, everything was combined. The one anointed by God to free the people from Roman oppression and along with that the political-military expectations around this idea of liberation.

It is possible to correctly confess the name of Jesus and still try to subordinate Him to the world we would like Him to build.

Therefore, the fear of believing appears when we want Jesus to confirm our worldview, but He begins to judge it.

Conclusion

I want to return to Peter on the water.

Let’s consider the idea of “getting out of the boat.”

We are not talking about abandoning our family, tradition, experience, religion, or political preference. That would be too simplistic. These things are part of the formation of who we are and can carry much truth.

The issue is deeper, much more: none of them can take the place of Christ

Peter did not discover that the wind was imaginary. He was not in the matrix, and Neo came to save him. The wind was real. The sea remained dangerous. The boat was, humanly, the safest place to be. And he was exactly in the place and action he wanted: walking on the water like Jesus.

The call was real.

The one calling was real.

But fear, or lack of faith as Jesus indicates in the following verse, made itself present.

All his previous beliefs passed through him like ballast. And they made him sink.

Following Jesus may require us to place our feet where everything we’ve always known said there was no ground.

Time Marches On, and We Grow Old

I start my day by taking these pills. By the end of the day, there are four more.

There’s a song made famous by the Argentine singer Mercedes Sosa that goes like this: “Time passes and we grow old, and love I no longer reflect as I did yesterday” (in a loose translation that fails to convey the idea of “nos vamos poniendo viejos”).

Aging is a universal experience. They say the only certainties in this world are death and taxes. Yet (as Spurgeon aptly put it) nothing is more uncertain than the hour of death. So, if you’re alive (and there’d be no other way for you to be reading this article), the surest thing is that you’re aging, and this process, unless interrupted by illness or accident, will stretch on for a few more years.

Old age doesn’t arrive all at once. It quietly settles in. Suddenly, we find we no longer remember names. That our bodies demand care. That our parents age and/or pass away. That some projects cease to be dreams and become memories.

The true shock isn’t losing youth; it’s discovering that time no longer seems infinite.

Youth Lives in the Illusion of Reversibility

When we’re young, we believe almost everything can be perfect. With strength, energy, and vitality, life’s horizon seems wide and distant. Worse yet, reversible.

We think there will always be time to ask for forgiveness, rebuild relationships, change careers, or correct decisions. Maturity reveals that some events are irreversible. The gospel doesn’t promise to return the past; it promises to redeem people who have a past. To redeem, simply put, is to buy a slave at a price. To free them and take them to a new plan which, in the case of Jesus and faith in Him, means the Kingdom. Here and now. Other similar words, though they don’t quite capture it, help explain what I’m getting at: Emancipation, Liberation. (In the emancipation/liberation we know, the necessary social conditions weren’t created for the emancipated to live a dignified life. Redemption addresses this more deeply, and that matters.)

The Bible Doesn’t Romanticize Old Age

In truth, the Bible doesn’t romanticize anything. It tells two stories in touching ways: the peripheral, which is the account of actions, decisions, observations, consequences of decisions—good and bad—and micro acts of redemption reaching people, families, nations. And then there’s the main account, which is the redemption accomplished by Jesus on the cross, pointing to a redemption even of creation. The important thing here: God doesn’t abandon His projects.

Texts like Ecclesiastes 12 realistically describe the body’s decay. Psalm 90 teaches us to number our days. John 21 shows Jesus announcing to Peter the gradual loss of autonomy.

Scripture honors gray hair, but never treats old age as an automatic reward or as synonymous with wisdom. Just look at the multitude of grumpy, angry, violent, bitter elderly people, resentful with God and the world, living in a nonconformity and resentment that fits well in adolescence, but not at life’s end.

Life’s changes can indeed be violent or instantaneous – a stroke, paralysis, betrayal, losing a job that changes everything, the list goes on – but the changes over which we have some kind of power are slow and painful. That’s why we often deny the need for help or the importance of seeing that doing things the same way we always have won’t yield different results.

These changes require not just a dreamed goal. They need to transform into a well-established plan. Not something like “From now on, everything will be different.” That refrain, repeated year after year on certain public TV — the year-end jingle of Rede Globo, Brazil’s largest network, promising that the new year will change everything — already shows, by February or March, that it’s not true.

Consequences Remain. Condemnation Does Not.

The Bible is full of people who sinned, obtained God’s forgiveness, and had to continue living with the consequences of their sin. Perhaps the clearest example is David.

There comes an age when we discover that we are no longer defined by our greatest successes or our greatest failures. We are defined by the grace with which God continues to write the story despite them.

David’s story shows that God forgives without erasing all consequences. Some losses remain until the end of life. David didn’t just lose the son he had with Bathsheba — her pregnancy was precisely what led David to send Uriah to the front lines — but also faced a fracture of integrity and prolonged repercussions in the royal house.

In the Bathsheba episode, after David sinned, the Bible says the LORD sent Nathan to David (2 Samuel 12). Nathan confronts David with a parable and then directly announces the consequences: that the sword would never depart from David’s house and that the child would die, and that this would happen “because” David acted that way (2 Samuel 12:1-14).

Even so, David didn’t lose the kingdom, and he wasn’t “disqualified” as king before God: he continued to be one of the leaders of the Jewish people and, despite the consequences, remained in the divine purpose.

I think few of us can understand David’s attitude when he got up from fasting as soon as the child died and went to celebrate a feast. To the casual observer, this sounds like psychopathy, or at least indifference. Generally, one expects mourning after death. Not him. Fortunately, we have the biblical explanation. That’s why I suggest reading the entire episode.

An elderly Christian can carry deep scars without continuing to live as condemned. And that is truly liberating. Romans 8 and 1 Corinthians 4 show that the final word on our lives belongs to Christ, not to guilt or applause.

Aging Dismantles the Illusion of Self-Sufficiency

The greatest loss may not be physical strength, but autonomy. The body stops obeying, memory fails, others begin to care for us, privacy and independence cease to be an extremely prized and cherished asset, becoming a bargaining chip with the maintenance of life.

We discover we were never truly independent; we just managed to hide our dependence. Not anymore. Old age becomes a kind of compulsory humility.

For example, the way Jesus describes Peter’s future shows that dependence isn’t always chosen: instead of Peter following the path he wanted, there would be a time when he would be taken “where you do not want to go.” The body—and, by extension, the will—ceases to be the center of governance, and life is led by a calling that surpasses it. Thus, frailty doesn’t just appear as a flaw; it becomes a place of communion with grace and mission, because the “self” no longer bears the weight of the journey alone.

The Local Church Should Be Where Frailty Finds Communion

As dependence grows, a community capable of welcoming confession, repentance, mourning, and limitations becomes even more necessary.


Make no mistake, even the most lost of sinners needs confession. There’s a book recently published about Western snipers in Sarajevo in the 1990s. I’ll address this in another article.


Returning to the subject of mourning, confessions, limitations.

Instead of welcoming confession, repentance, mourning, and limitations, many churches expect the elderly to demonstrate permanent stability. The communion of saints should be a balm precisely when there is no going back.

And in this sense, Mary, placed under John’s care (John 19:26-27), is a good illustration: she is received, sustained, and supported by someone designated not to let frailty be isolated. If even at that moment, when Jesus’ life was being taken, Mary wasn’t “left behind,” but entrusted to care, then the church must also learn to do the same with its elderly—not as a favor, but as an expression of love that doesn’t depend on the strength of the recipient.

Christ Gives Meaning to the Time That Remains

Christian hope doesn’t consist in regaining youth or escaping reality. It consists in discovering that time, even when it takes away strength, opportunities, and autonomy, still belongs to God. Christ doesn’t eliminate finitude; He prevents it from having the final word.

Now, without romanticizing or sugarcoating the pill of aging, let’s anchor the reflection in 2 Corinthians 4:16: “Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.” The body may “stop obeying,” but the inner life isn’t left without governance: it is being rearranged, day by day.

And the same pastoral tone appears in Isaiah 46:4: “Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you.” God doesn’t withdraw when capacity diminishes; He sustains when dependence increases.

Finally, Psalm 71:9-18 puts words to a mourning that is real: it describes aging and decline, but doesn’t silence the testimony of support. Old age may hurt—yet the hand that sustains doesn’t change.

Aging, however, isn’t just “gradual” finitude; there are days when a kind of inner night arrives. In Alzheimer’s, memory breaks, words are lost, and sometimes the brain no longer seems to reach stimuli as before. In those moments, God’s promise isn’t that the mind will function again, but that He keeps in peace those who persevere.

There may come a day when our minds can no longer remain steadfast in Him. It’s no longer a cognitive ability the person controls; it’s something sustained by love: through prayer, presence, reading, music, patient care.

When the time comes when “not even the brain seems to respond,” yet communion can happen through paths that transcend conscious thought: a familiar song, the tone of voice, a gospel phrase spoken consistently, a whispered prayer. I’ve seen this in people who no longer spoke due to Alzheimer’s, but were moved—brought to tears—when the name of Jesus was announced. It wasn’t performance: it was life sustained by grace, even at the limit.

Conclusion

Aging is discovering that there are irreversible decisions, definitive losses, and limits that cannot be negotiated. It is also realizing that our dignity was never in strength, memory, or the ability to control our own lives.

There comes a time in life when we can no longer go back. But we can still move forward. Not because the past ceased to exist, nor because the losses stopped hurting.

We move forward because Christ entered our story, even the part we will never be able to rewrite. Time keeps passing. We will continue to age. But we no longer walk towards emptiness. We walk towards the One who promised: “Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he… I will sustain you.” (Isaiah 46:4)