I do not know Steve King. And this is not an indictment of him. He is a Republican Congressman from Iowa. This is also not an indictment of Republicans, Congress or Iowa.

And I don’t pretend to know his heart or any concrete facts on his recent problems. In an interview with the New York Times he apparently defended “White Supremacy”, “Nationalism” and I don’t know what all else. Those things are not the point of this story.

I will turn aside to tell you this. I do know for positive certain that any “White Supremacy” idea is a mythical, idiotic and false precept. I have first hand knowledge and irrefutable proof of which I speak.

I’m white. And I am the most “un-supremeest” guy you will ever meet! We grew up out at the end of Stonewall Street eating cauliflower and poke salad. We poured brown beans over cornbread, mashed it all together, dabbed a glob of ketchup on top and pretended it was steak.

My favorite shirt was a hand-me-down from my older brother. Vicki Fields could outrun me. I was the last player chosen for the baseball games. My goal in school was to pass more subjects than I failed. Charlotte Melton reminded me often that I looked like I’d fallen out of an ugly tree….and hit every limb on the way down!

Not exactly supremacy making stuff. And Dad, as always, had the last word. If he thought for a second you were “acting proud” or “strutting around like a banty rooster” he’d whip your rear end till you fell completely and irrevocably off “that high horse of yours.”

I’m so plain I give ordinary a bad name.

Steve King was censored in the House of Representatives for his comments. He was removed from important committees. Again, those actions are not necessary germane to this story. His summation of the ordeal is an altogether different matter!

Mr. King said his recent “censorship and criticism” has given him “better insight” into the persecution that Jesus Christ went through. I count it a gain that any congressman in this day and age speaks the name of Jesus. But relating some congressional expurgation to the price Jesus Christ paid to walk amongst us is insanely off the mark!

That would be like me telling you I “understand” Jesus because I jumped off a fence once and broke my ankle. I rode a bicycle into the back of Mr. Holland’s ice cream truck and knocked myself out. Becky Broome told me to take a long hike down a short pier….. Let’s not confuse our earthly trouble or momentary pain……with the travails of Jesus Christ!

Isaiah wrote, “He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the chastening for our well being fell upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.” What kind of stripes do you think Isaiah is talking about!

Nobody in Congress has been, or can relate to, being whipped with a “cat of nine tails” where the metal tipped ends bit out pieces of the flesh! Not a one of them, or you either, has born the weight of a crossbeam through the streets of Jerusalem on the way to their own crucifixion.

The Bible tells us He was spit upon, cursed, reviled and mocked. He was condemned by His hometown. He was falsely accused because He upset the status quo. He was misunderstood, and even denied, by his own disciples.

And that is not the worst part. The beloved John wrote that Jesus “was in the world, and the world was made by Him, and the world knew Him not.” Oh, how disheartening and lonely that must have been!

On trial for His life, an old spiritual song says he stood before Pontius Pilate and “said not a mumbling word” in his own defense. He wasn’t there to defend himself. He was there on our behalf…..and we were all guilty! He paid a price, He walked a walk, He traveled a trail, He paved a way—that no other, before or since—could pave.

How about let’s not trivialize that by comparing our situation to His. THERE IS NO COMPARISON!

And let me end where I started. I’m not picking on Steve King. We’ve all called on Jesus when maybe it wasn’t exactly the right time, place or correct manner.

If we really understood fully, or truly identified with the sufferings of Christ, we wouldn’t be on TV talking about it……we’d be on our knees!

 

Respectfully,

 

Kes