This is #021 of “The Lloyd Servant Show.” We pick up the story shortly after the funeral for Miss Betsy Mae Butler. You may remember that she had been mysteriously run over by a truck, signed a huge insurance policy with Bradley Martin, “Lloyd Servant, Your Servant Of The Lloyd,” as the beneficiary, held captive in an abandoned warehouse, and then apparently rescued by Miss Gladys Louise Brickle.
Yet someone does seem to have died here! What’s going on? Something smells worse than fishy! Worse than rotten! Worse than…well, you get the picture! More to follow soon!
Just a sidenote really, though it’s a rather long sidenote…I had started on this comic strip installment yesterday morning, but held off on it because it wasn’t complete in my mind. I didn’t know what to say about the “my personal savior” part. I wanted Helena Montgomery to voice some of what we may be fearful of hearing when we share our faith with others, but I wasn’t sure if this character was right or wrong.
I know that we often hear this phrase “my personal savior” in some churches, and I even did some research yesterday on the history of this phrase. It’s much newer than I imagined. I know at some funerals there will be words similar to, “If you are unsure of your eternal destiny, won’t you consider asking Jesus into your heart and making Him your personal savior before it’s too late?”
I’m still not completely sure what to say about the “my personal savior” part. Because I’ve heard that phrase so many times, I’m probably hearing it as a “Church Insider” rather than a “Church Outsider.” The more I question it, the more I feel like I need different words because maybe those words don’t work any more for me. So as evil as the character Helena Montgomery may be…perhaps she is on to something here?
Here’s what I mean…yesterday afternoon, I went to a Requiem Eucharist. It was for someone who I didn’t know at church who had lived with cancer for 5 years and still served as a key layperson during all of that time. Yet not knowing her gave me a greater opportunity to really listen to what was said. I never heard “Mary always had Jesus as her personal savior.” Instead I heard again and again “Mary knew that she belonged to Jesus.”
Maybe the wording is just a subtle difference to some, but for me, the more I think about it the greater the difference becomes.
Does Jesus belong to us? Do we belong to Jesus? Does this relationship depend on me and my decisions which are likely to be unsteady and lack commitment? Does this relationship depend on Jesus and His steadfastness?
I hope to be able to explore this more through other comic strips very soon. For now, I’m pondering this…
How will my journey be if, like Mary, I focus on “I belong to Jesus”?