Believe and Behold: Hope in the Darkest Hour

Imagine sitting behind locked doors for fear that those who killed your master may come for you next. On Saturday, the disciples’ great and perfect friend lay in a sealed tomb.

It sure seemed that everything had gone wrong. But this was all God’s plan A. There were many times people wanted to kill Jesus, but Christ always evaded them, leading up to the perfect timing and place and people involved in the moment of His crucifixion. He wasn’t killed in the garden, or after He made the great “I AM” statement, and they picked up stones to stone him. It had been at the cross, where as John points out, numerous prophecies were fulfilled from Golgotha to the Garden Tomb.

BELIEVE

Will you know believe John’s testimony? He wrote so YOU would believe. Will you not believe Jesus was sacrificed for your sins? Will you be like Pilot, hearing and seeing the truth, but walking away, washing your hands of it? Or will you be like the thief on the cross, calling upon Him to save you, believing this work accomplished was the punishment for your sins? 

The historical evidence that Jesus lived is absolutely indisputable. So you must ask who He is. Is He just a historical figure, like King Tut, or Shakespeare, or Ronald Reagan  . . . or was He the Son of God, sent to save us? You must believe, He not only existed, but that He was crucified for the debt you owed. 

John’s gospel gives us seven I Am statement. Consider how:

“The bread of life” was sacrificed so we would never know spiritual hunger. The light of the world faced utter darkness so our blindness would end. “I Am the DOOR” took the punishment so we would have an open way to God. The Good Shepherd was the lamb led to the slaughter.  The resurrection and the life rose again so we would live abundantly. The TRUTH and The WAY provided our salvation through His death. The True Vine obeyed to the point of the cross so we could be grafted in.  Truly He was the Great I Am who died and rose again. 

BEHOLD

Six years ago this spring, my husband knelt down on one knee and offered me a diamond ring. I was in love with him, so I said yes, and I was then also captured by the gem on my finger. In the following days, I turned it, examining it in all lights and from all angels, distracted by its sparkle while at the steering wheel. It was a beautiful expression of his love for me. I was ready at a moment’s notice to show anyone who asked me to see it. I even did a u-turn on my way to work to go back home to get it from my nightstand because once I had forgotten it! About a year ago I had my ring sent to the jewelers, and I took comfort knowing that if someone had switched it out for another, I would know because I knew my diamond so well.  

The gospel is like this. It is not only for the day we were saved. It is precious, valuable beyond compare, and there is always some new way to meditate on it. We are daily to behold Him, behold the work of the cross. Examining the gospel in all lights and from all angles. Scripture gives us endless ways to meditate and marvel at the mercy of the Cross. Each book of the Bible points to it.

One day all will behold Him who was pierced face to face. Him, who WE pierced. 

“Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth…” (Revelation 1:7)

The cross is the answer for the shame and guilt we don’t need to carry any longer. His death was not partially successful, where we still must carry SOME of our guilt or suffer SOME of the punishment or EARN some of the favor. “It is finished.” He has wiped out our transgressions. Jerry Bridges said, “Any time we are tempted to doubt God’s love, we should go back to the cross.” 

The cross is the answer for our sorrows. Jesus can sympathize with us in our weakness — He knows the full weight of our suffering and sorrow, because He carried every last ounce of it to and on the cross.

“Surely our griefs He Himself bore, and our sorrows He carried; Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, smitten of God and afflicted.” (Isaiah 53:49)

The cross is the answer to our life’s motivation. We don’t have a single merit and clean motive on our initiative…our good works are useless, our righteousness like filthy rags. Because of what Christ did, the one great, final, finished work, all is accomplished. Our good works are to thank Him. We were saved for the purpose of carrying out good works to show our love to Him. We are compelled to serve Him out of love no compulsion or fear. 

The cross is the answer to any discouragement we face. Note the verbs and purpose statement of these verse from Hebrews 12:2-3: 

 “Fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down  at the right hand of the throne of God. For Consider Him who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” 

Are you weary and losing heart today? FIX your eyes on Jesus. And another verb, CONSIDER Him who endured such hostility SO THAT you will not grow discouraged. This is how we can take up our cross as disciples and follow Him in joy. 

The cross – the gospel of Jesus – is the answer to our discouragement, to our daily sorrows we bear, to our motivation to do what we do. The good news of the cross — cling to it. Consider, fix your eyes on it, like a newly engaged woman with her diamond. He is worthy of all our attention and acknowledgement. Behold like the women at Golgotha, only with full rejoicing because we know the rest of the story, that the grave could not hold Him. 

Studying the crucifixion gives me new eyes for this old poem, which checks out, when you stop to consider the weight of its truth . . . 

“In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,

A wondrous beauty I see,

For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,

To pardon and sanctify me.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,

Till my trophies at last I lay down;

I will cling to the old rugged cross,

And exchange it someday for a crown.” 

The Larger Longing

400 years of spiritual darkness.

Perhaps it would be another 400. Who could know? From the last of Malachi’s prophesies, to the reign of Herod, God seemed silent.

The scarce faithful hoped quietly. Ordinary prayers, ordinary waiting. Nothing flashy enough to be recorded for all of the future church to read. And yet, a remnant still clung to the promise that through Abraham all would be blessed.

Zechariah and Elizabeth, advanced in years, surely believed the end of their lives weren’t far away. King Herod would continue ruling with an evil heart, and they wouldn’t live to see his successor.

Unfulfilled longing.

“They were both righteous in the sight of God, walking blamelessly in all the commandments and requirements of the Lord. But they had no child, because Elizabeth was barren, and they were both advanced in years.”

No children, and it was too late, of course.

This couple could have succumbed to bitterness. Lose hope. Believe nothing else was left for them in a land ruled by a wicked king of Judea. Become absorbed into the greater masses of those reveling in disobedience.

But they obeyed, treasuring their faith. Even if they would never hold their own baby, the Messiah would come someday. He would right the wrongs of oppression, wouldn’t He?

But one day, while Zechariah served in the temple, they were privileged to see the glimmer of light at the end of a dark tunnel. And Elizabeth’s barrenness itself weaved a thread of yet another miraculous birth in the line of David. The earth pined for what was close enough to touch.

“The whole world would be turned upside down. Lowly shepherds would see angelic messengers. The dead would taste life. Darkness would be snuffed. Proud King Herod would be outmaneuvered. Promises to Anna and Simeon would be fulfilled. Blind would see. Curtains would be torn in two.” —last year’s post

It started with an angelic messenger announcing their parenthood, after all these years, like a dawn after a treacherous night. Their son John would be the one to prepare the way for the Lord! In just six months, God was going to visit His people in the flesh.

“What made the angel’s news so good?” I asked the children in my class.

“Zecheriah and Elizabeth would finally have a baby!”

Oh yes. How much joy for Elizabeth to carry a baby for the first time, to enjoy the laughter, the hugs, the smiles of a precious little one. Earthly longing fulfilled. But this was just a fraction of Zechariah and Elizabeth’s happiness. The gloriousness of John’s humble life would prelude good news STILL YET to reach every corner of the earth, every tribe and every nation — these will be offered an abundance of blessing through the sacrifice of Jesus Christ!

Through Elizabeth’s miracle baby, in a broader sense, God was setting His stage for the ultimate provision of grace. This baby would herold GOD’S BABY, Emmanuel. He would use John to prepare a dark, sleepy people to receive the Light of the World and the Lamb who takes away the sins of Israel, and even the world.

“You will have joy and gladness, and many will rejoice at his birth,” the angel said, “For he will be great in the sight of the Lord; and he will drink no wine or liquor, and he will be filled with the Holy Spirit while yet in his mother’s womb.  And he will turn many of the sons of Israel back to the Lord their God. It is he who will go as a forerunner before Him in the spirit and power of Elijah, to turn the hearts of the fathers back to the children, and the disobedient to the attitude of the righteous, so as to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.”

As I have studied the stories in the Old Testament with my little class, I’m marveling how each account keeps pointing to His Son. A promise to Adam and Eve would be carried like a torch through the generations. His love and redemption brings joy to the world, and the wonders of His love reach as far as the curse is found.

Do you have joy and gladness? Have you received God’s perfect lamb as the substitute for the punishment your sin deserves?

Every reason to rejoice awaits you — when you are called by His grace, He grants the glories of His forgiveness.

We can’t look to the world for our hope. Even Zechariah and Elizabeth’s son would die at the hands of King Herod, but not before John accomplished the ministry God had for Him. He had preached the HOPE of the world as God intended. Hear the good news and believe.

The next day he (John) saw Jesus coming to him and said,

“Behold, the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!”

John 1:29

We’re in another time of waiting right now, but Christ is coming back. Every wrong will be made right, and every tear wiped away. Each of our little and large longings will all be redeemed in the One we wait for — the Lamb! When He returns for His own, we will affirm like an anthem:

“the hopes and fears of all the years are met in Thee tonight.”

( Phillips Brooks )

When Praying feels like Watering Dead Roses

Only a hopeless optimist — who is also an amateur gardener — would water a rose bush for as long as I have. I believe it was dead even before I pulled it from its terracotta pot and planted it, much too late. Still, I persist in watering the wilted blooms alongside the snapdragons, in a flailing aspiration that the muted green will revive into pink blossoms again.

I don’t recommend this kind of false gardening hope, but as I stared at the faded remains of roses, I thought of the unfaded faith I desire to apply to my prayers. Sometimes my pleas to God feel too cliché to reach beyond our ceiling. They feel like tired words, as I request a glorious outcome from the same old verbiage. They feel like I’m watering a rose that can never come back to life.

But God. He is mercy. He hears our weakly worded prayers, and His spirit utters groanings too deep for words on our behalf.

When my prayers feel about as useful as watering dead roses, He is listening, inviting mustard-seed faith. Speak to Him in confidence and trust, for nothing is harder for God than something else. NOTHING. There are no levels of impossibility for Him. He can make dry bones come alive.

A few pages ago in my prayer notebook, Roe V. Wade stood at the top of my list for prayers for our country. Completely surprised at God answering like He did, now I wish I would have pushed into deeper prayer for the fight for life in the womb. Why didn’t I ask with greater expectancy, knowing God could indeed choose to work in this way against the odds? My praise and excitement would be more personal now if I had labored more in prayer with hope and trust. The prayers never felt like frontline work, but prayer is always battling where it matters most.

“With all prayer and petition pray at all times in the Spirit, and with this in view, be on the alert with all perseverance and petition for all the saints.” Ephesians 6:18

When all around appears wilted, and you have only the strength to utter a few overfamiliar sentences to God, remember WHO you’re sending them to. He moves mountains for His children. His graciousness is always on display. His Sovereignty holding all things as we:

“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.”

Romans 12:12

Wishing to be Wealthy?

Once upon a time in a faraway land. . . you know the drill. All started out beautifully, but somewhere a shift occurs. The hero or heroine meets their downfall. Orphaned. Framed. Lied about by enemies and antagonized by impossible odds. At the very least, there are loads of chores.

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Literature & Links (Lockdown Edition)

At the end of March I shared these book reviews of my recent reads, but I didn’t expect to have this many more to share so soon.

Reading this much is not normal for me. “I am not a great reader, and I have pleasure in many things” (Austen). I set my goal for 20 books in 2020, hoping I could achieve it. According to Goodreads, I’m 9 books ahead of schedule.

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