Jude 1

Jude is the letter its author did not want to write. He says so in the third verse: he had been eager to write about the salvation they all share, and then something forced his hand. Certain people had slipped into the churches unnoticed, teaching that God's grace meant they could do as they pleased, and in practice denying the Master who bought them. So Jude, the brother of James and, though he does not say it, of Jesus, writes to tell his readers to fight for the faith that was handed over once and for all. The middle of the letter is a barrage. He lines up Israel in the wilderness, the angels who abandoned their post, Sodom and Gomorrah, Cain, Balaam, and Korah, and then reaches for a string of pictures that no other New Testament writer would have dared: the intruders are reefs hidden under the surface of the love feast, clouds that promise rain and give none, autumn trees with no fruit and no roots, waves foaming up their own filth, stars that have wandered off their courses into permanent dark. Even the archangel Michael, he notes, did not talk the way these people talk. Then, having spent his anger, Jude turns to the people he loves, and his voice changes completely. Build yourselves up in your holy faith. Pray in the Spirit. Keep yourselves in the love of God while you wait for mercy. Be merciful to the ones who doubt; pull the ones who are close to the fire out of it; be merciful, carefully, even to the rest. And he ends with the words churches have been saying at the end of worship ever since: to him who is able to keep you from falling and to bring you into his presence without a blemish and with great joy, be glory, majesty, dominion, and authority, before all time, now, and forever.