Lucky 13

It’s a great pleasure to be joining “The 12” today. I am honored to be included in the company of such a wise and talented group of folks, many of whom I’ve worked with over the years at Perspectives. I do want, however, to be very clear that I am in no way “replacing” Jamie Smith. As if that were possible! Let’s just say I have no delusions that N.T. Wright is going to be commenting on any of my postings.

So, though I don’t want to push the comparison too far, especially because of any indication that Jamie=Judas (certainly not!) and because I am somewhat uncomfortable with the very title “The 12” (ironic jokiness understood), I nevertheless think that this makes me the blog’s Matthias.  

You’ll remember the story of Matthias from Acts 1. After Jesus’ ascension, the disciples returned to Jerusalem and discussed a replacement for their number. Peter set out the criteria:

²¹ Therefore it is necessary to choose one of the men who have been with us the whole time the Lord Jesus was living among us, ²² beginning from John’s baptism to the time when Jesus was taken up from us. For one of these must become a witness with us of his resurrection.” ²³ So they nominated two men: Joseph called Barsabbas (also known as Justus) and Matthias. ²⁴ Then they prayed, “Lord, you know everyone’s heart. Show us which of these two you have chosen ²⁵ to take over this apostolic ministry, which Judas left to go where he belongs.” ²⁶ Then they cast lots, and the lot fell to Matthias; so he was added to the eleven apostles. (NIV)

Matthias seems to come out of nowhere and disappear almost as quickly back into the text. He had been around Jesus’ ministry from the very beginning, and yet this is the first—and last—we hear of him. No mentions in the gospels, no stories in Acts, no shout-outs in the New Testament letters.  

Who was this guy? Tradition, though it says more about him than scripture, doesn’t do much to answer that question. Interestingly, there are even disagreements about his name: unlike the triple-named specificity of “Joseph called Barsabbas (also known as Justus),” Matthias might really have been called Tolmai. Was he actually Zaccheaus or Barnabus, as some claim? His story is equally at variance: ancient sources tell of him serving in Judea, the upper Nile (sometimes among cannibals!), modern day Georgia, and Ethiopia. And depending on whom you read, he died:

• by crucifixion and was buried in the Roman fortress of Gonio 
• by stoning in Jerusalem, where he was afterwards beheaded
• of old age in either Sebastopolis OR Jerusalem

Whatever his story, you have to love a man whose saint day is considered the luckiest day of the year, particularly when you learn he is also the patron saint of perhaps the most random (and not terribly fortuitous) collection ever: alcoholics and those that live in Gary, Indiana, and Great Falls-Billings, Montana; tailors and carpenters; and smallpox. 

In many ways, then, he’s a sort of an “everyman” apostle. He could be anyone, he could have ministered anywhere.

That’s probably the point.  Maybe his patronage isn’t so random, after all.  Maybe it gives us a window into the essence of who he is:  your “average Joe” from sturdy, but unglamorous, places. A man committed to restoration, associated as he is with craftspeople who knit things together, whether in cloth or wood.  A man, who having watched the Healer himself throughout his earthly ministry, understands the disfiguring consequences of addiction and disease.  No wonder the other disciples nominated him.

And perhaps the rest of his story doesn’t matter anyway.  After all, we know the only thing that truly matters about him: he was a witness, ready to serve at the Spirit’s call. May the same be said of us.

Image: 

Workshop of Simone Martini. “Saint Matthias,” ca 1317-1319.  Metropolitan Museum of Art