Book Review: Gospel of Matthew

IVP Resonate Commentary Series

Gospel of Matthew: God with Us

Written by: Matt Woodley

Review by: Reverend Mae Elise Cannon

Previously, I have expressed by excitement about the InterVarsity Press Resonate Commentary Series edited by Paul Louis Metzger. I wrote a review of the Gospel of John: When Love Comes to Town for the Covenant Companion and lauded the creative integration of sound theological explanations with culturally relevant examples of how the Gospel might be better brought to light for the struggling generations of the 21st century. In the series introduction, Metzger acknowledges the significant distinction of the commentary’s dual purpose to both highlight the biblical sense (what does the book of the Bible mean?) and cultural significance (what does it say to us in this particular setting?) of the Scriptures. I have read many different commentaries and in comparison, the Resonate series thus far has proven to be full of legitimate scholarship with refreshing relevance to daily living. The commentaries, as reflected in both The Gospel of John and The Gospel of Matthew seek to provoke people out of spiritual complacency by providing a stimulating alternative that bear witness to the work of God and his people through the written word, compelling stories, and relevance to the broader cultural context.

The second book in the series is Matt Woodley’s Gospel of Matthew: God with Us. I was moved from the very first pages as I read about Woodley’s encounters and personal insights gained from working in a home for the developmentally disabled. Through Woodley’s personal narrative and stories of others, the reader is reminded of the truth which resonates throughout the Gospel of Matthew, God is with us: “In the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus shows up and offers us God’s personal presence.” (20). From Tolkien’s The Hobbit to Charriere’s Papillon, Woodley weaves throughout his interpretation of the Gospel examples of other compelling stories and of tastes of cultural relevance. Woodley reminds us that for millennium people have searched and looked for God, seeking permission to ask questions along the way about how the truth about him might be found. Woodley notes that Jesus’ ministry was not begun with a loud bang and the devastation of all of his enemies; rather, his ministry began with three small steps: the calling of ordinary people to follow him; the healing of the sick; and the community he gathered around himself (54). The transformational power of the coming kingdom of God was expressed in these simple, yet profound, actions of Jesus’ life and example.

Woodley outlines truths revealed in the Gospel of Matthew about the kingdom of heaven as both radically communal and global, as it would one day reign over all things (57). He provides rich explanations of well familiar passages including the Sermon on the Mount, the Lord’s Prayer, and other accounts throughout the Gospel of Matthew. While reading his interpretations for both scriptural significance and cultural relevance, I loved fluctuating from the thoughts of academic geniuses to children’s books heroes with references from the philosopher Soren Kierkegaard to direct quotes from Dr. Seuss in Horton Hears a Who.

However, I was a bit disappointed with Woodley’s exposition of Matthew 25, particularly the passages that speak about Jesus’ words: “Whatever you do unto the least of these, you do unto me.” I agree that these verses are about the personal presence required in acts of mercy. I also believe they are about so much more. This passage demands of followers of Christ an engagement with the least of these in society, the poor, the outcast, the widow, people who are marginalized and neglected. Woodley’s interpretation seemed shallow in respect to the profound significance of this particular passage. He did mention a trip to Mexico City and the reminder from a friend that the “poor need you and you need them.” However, much more could be said. I was disappointed that Woodley did not engage more on this specific passage.

Nonetheless, I still would still very much recommend this book as a resource. Recently, I had the opportunity to offer this endorsement for Gospel of Matthew: God with Us:

“Throughout the pages of Gospel of Matthew: God with Us, Matt Woodley makes accessible the truth of the incarnation of Christ through his own candid personal narrative and the inspirational stories of others. The reader is continually engaged from the divinely “human” genealogy of Jesus to the promise of the indwelling presence of the Holy Spirit at book’s end. This commentary provides a refreshing expository of an often familiar Gospel by provoking questions about the impact of God’s coming kingdom in today’s culture and society.”

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Love So Much It Hurts, Then Love More

The heart is a miraculous organ. Aristotle and other early philosophers of antiquity believed the heart was the center of all of the functions of the body. Aristotle believed that the heart was at the core of all human emotion and sensation. Anatomically, Aristotle was wrong. However, even in the 21st century, the heart continues to symbolize human passions, desires, commitments, and love. We have many sayings that express such sentiments:

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Listen to your heart.”

“Above all else, guard your heart.”

“Wear your heart on your sleeve.”

“That kid has a lot of heart.”

“Home is where the heart is.”

Home is certainly where my heart is right now. Last night I received the news (via facebook!) that my dad had heart attack. My Aunt very graciously told me that everything is okay… that he will be okay… but that he was in ICU and had already had a stent inserted to relieve the blockage. About an hour after I received the news, I wrote this: “As you can imagine – being so far away… it is hard to put into words what this feels like. I am scared. And relieved. Worried. And hopeful. I was able to talk to my dad for a few minutes – and also to my mom. He told me very clearly to trust him and to NOT come home. I love him, respect him… and I do trust him. But it is hard to not be there. And to be so far away.” I found out more news today. One of his arteries was 100% blocked. They do not know yet the extent of the damage, but they anticipate that he will make a 100% recovery. I can’t even begin to express the relief that this makes me feel. Apparently my dad is doing so well and in such good spirits that he keeps giving my mom a hard time about the fact that the artery which was affected is called the “widow maker” because (according to Wikipedia) “if the artery gets abruptly and completely occluded it will cause a massive heart attack and will likely lead to death.” I, like my mother, do not think that such teasing is funny (at all!). Nonetheless, I am incredibly thankful that he is doing so well.

All of this, of course, helps provide perspective about what is important in life. I have thought a thousand times over the past 24 hours how lucky I am to have such incredibly amazing parents – who believe in me, love me, and have provided for me in so many ways. And who similarly love, support and care for my siblings (even though I am their favorite and they have loved me the longest – an unarguable fact)! I certainly have not told my parents enough how much I love them and value them and how proud I am of the example they make for me in life. In reflecting about my dad, I thought this might be a good time to put to paper some of the lessons that he has taught me over the years. These are only a few…

Brush your teeth, wash your face, spray your pits: I have (embarrassingly!) heard my dad say this a gazillion times. Almost every time, from when I was very little (AND when he still says it today!), I roll my eyes and say “oh, dad!” But thankfully, he (and my mom, too) taught me the joys of personal hygiene. Which albeit has been a little more difficult living in the Middle East with limited access to hot water and any type of decent water pressure!

It is always harder to be good: Sigh, I wish that this were not so true. WHY IS IT SO HARD TO BE GOOD? It seems to take more time and energy – “being good”, at least for me, doesn’t come naturally in any way, shape, or form.

Make a memory: This expression (and family motto) has become so influential that my little sister decided to have it tattooed on her wrist – as if she needed to be reminded! We have made such incredibly wonderful memories over the years as a family together… Scuba diving in the Caymans, Bonaire, and throughout the Caribbean. When the kids were younger, I used to tease that our family Scuba diving vacations were the best – because we all got along so well when we are underwater all day! Except for the time that dad’s tank malfunctioned and was running out of air… when he gave Jeffrey the sign for “no air” – Jeffrey swam the other way. This past week is not the only time that my dad has escaped a near death experience.

Give, give, and then give some more: This isn’t so much a saying that dad would repeat… he just lived it. My dad is one of the most giving people I have ever met. As he has run and managed a company over the past 30 years or so, I am constantly in awe of the way he loves and cares for his employees and even people he doesn’t know. I once wrote that my dad is a better pastor than many pastors I know… which couldn’t be more true. Often in management situations, my dad first and foremost cares for his people, even if it wasn’t the “best” business decision… I, and I am sure many others, wish that I could be more like my dad in this way! Even when people have hurt him, deeply and personally, his response is one that is slow to anger and responds with kindness, giving, and love. I am thankful that my dad has taught me about what it means to love…

Love so much that it hurts and then love more: I wish that love didn’t hurt so much. I wonder if one of life’s greatest fears is the fear of losing people we love. I am so incredibly thankful that I don’t have to face this fear tonight. I am sure that some people struggle with the fear of not being loved. I am one of the most fortunate people that I know – I have never had to wonder – not even once – what that would feel like.

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