You Have Need of Endurance

You Have Need of Endurance. It was not a marginal suggestion or a helpful tip when the writer of the Letter to the Hebrews wrote urgently: “You have need of endurance” (Heb. 10:36). Their congregation was sorely tested and persecuted, which even landed some of their members in a thoroughly unfriendly prison and up against the real threat of martyrdom.

It was not surprising, but nonetheless unacceptable, that some percentage of the church in/around Jerusalem was forsaking the New Covenant (faith in Christ alone) by attempting to play nicely again with the Old Covenant (faith in Christ plus works of the Law). But from many different vantage points, the writer of Hebrews showed how Christ is better, period, than keeping the Law. Adding works of the Law to faith in Christ in effect proved that they never believed Christ. Theirs was a gospel issue, not merely a cultural one—an important distinction!

“But recall the former days when, after you were enlightened, you endured a hard struggle with sufferings, sometimes being publicly exposed to reproach and affliction, and sometimes being partners with those so treated. For you had compassion on those in prison, and you joyfully accepted the plundering of your property, since you knew that you yourselves had a better possession and an abiding one. Therefore, do not throw away your confidence, which has a great reward. For you have need of endurance, so that when you have done the will of God you may receive what is promised” (Heb. 10:32-36).

He Who Has Ears, Let Him Hear

He Who Has Ears, Let Him Hear. The springtime ritual is happening again in the farmers’ fields that ring our fair city. The tractors are out, turning over the loamy soil that makes the Coastal Plains geologically distinct from Mountain, Piedmont, and Sandhill regions. What might this growing season produce? The living parable begins.

"A sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seeds fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured them. Other seeds fell on rocky ground, where they did not have much soil, and immediately they sprang up, since they had no depth of soil, but when the sun rose they were scorched. And since they had no root, they withered away. Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. Other seeds fell on good soil and produced grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty. He who has ears, let him hear" (Matt. 13:3-9). 

“THE DEEPS” (ed., Arthur Bennett, The Valley of Vision, Banner of Truth [1975], pp. 134-35)

Lord Jesus,

Give me a deeper repentance, a horror of sin, a dread of its approach;

Help me chastely to flee it, and jealousy to resolve that my heart shall be thine alone.

Give me a deeper trust, that I may lost myself to find myself in thee, the ground of my rest, the spring of my being.

Give me a deeper power in private prayer, more sweetness in thy Word, more steadfast grip on its truth.

Give me deeper holiness in speech, thought, action, and let me not seek moral virtue apart from thee.

Plough deep in me, great Lord, heavenly Husbandman, that my being may be a tilled field, the roots of grace spreading far and wind, until thou alone art seen in me, thy beauty golden like summer harvest, thy fruitfulness as autumn plenty.

I have no Master but thee, no law but thy will, no delight but thyself, no wealth but that thou givest, no good but that thou blesses, no peace but that thou bestowest.

I am nothing but that thou makest me, I have nothing but that I receive from thee, I can be nothing but that grace adorns me.

Quarry me deep, dear Lord, and then fill me to overflowing with living water.

When You Pass through the Waters

When You Pass through the Waters.  WhatsApp chirped at me yesterday at 11:30 AM with new messages from my contact in Tete, Mozambique. Pastor Bowman typed, “How can we savaive with this?no any help” and included 22 photos from his mobile phone. How can we survive this? There is no help.

Cyclone Freddy, a historic storm that meteorologists have classified as “the most energetic ever recorded” (https://www.bbc.com/news/world-africa-64928093), continues to carve a path of destruction through Bowman’s community, as well as the entire length of Mozambique, now Malawi, and toward Zambia and Zimbabwe, too. In terms of this storm, the slower it goes, the worse the flooding gets. Freddy is barely inching north.

Over the last few weeks, Bowman and I have been exchanging messages ahead of our Bible Institute in mid-April. But understandably, today most of the cultural niceties fell away. His English might be rudimentary, but it is far better than my Portuguese! Yet it doesn’t take Google Translate to pick up Bowman’s meaning or his fear.

When he says, “no any help,” he means no any help – no fire departments, no policemen, no community shelters, no choppers, no inflatable rafts, no federal relief programs, and no power because the hydro-electric power grid had to be deactivated to prevent its total collapse from the floods. Bowman used some of his precious phone battery to ask for prayer.

I replied immediately with the first Bible verse that popped into my mind. “We are praying Isaiah 43:1-2 for you and for all Mozambique – ‘Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you’ – in Jesus’ name. Amen.” Bowman signed off with, “Amen pastor god bless you for  encouragement.”

With no new news since, no any help still occupies a space in my mind like a lump. Though there may be no any help from humans, with God there is always help. “It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh is no help at all. The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life” ... Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life, and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God” (John 6:63, 68-69).

My trip to Mozambique may, literally, be washed out but God’s help is never diluted.

Seventy Times Seven

Seventy times seven.  Occasionally, a line in a book or a sermon stops me in my tracks. This week there were two. “In an age in which everything is permitted, and nothing is forgiven,” Tim Keller writes, “forgiveness is a form of voluntary suffering. In forgiving, rather than retaliating, you make a choice to bear the cost” (Forgive: Why Should I and How Can I?, p. 6). Ooof! Alistair Begg lands a similar punch, “We’ve become experts at asking forgiveness for things we had nothing to do with 200 years ago, and we fail to ask forgiveness for what we did 20 minutes ago.” Ouch!

As I mull over the words by these two modern communicators, it is Jesus who occupies the premier position for surgically dividing truth from opinion. During a contentious age, typified by rabbinical teachers, forgiving someone once was considered extraordinarily pious. But Jesus turned the opinion of piety completely upside down with the truth. “Then Peter came up and said to him, ‘Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?’ Jesus said to him, ‘I do not say to you seven times, but seventy times seven’” (Matt. 18:21-22). Peter’s insertion of seven times is generous in his own right; seven times forgiven is unthinkably often. But Jesus shatters all comparative examples of piety when he assigns seventy times seven, basically an unlimited number, to forgiveness.

Seventy times seven was uttered once before. After Cain killed his brother, Abel, God exiled Cain but kindly marked him and vowed to protect him, murderer though he was. “If anyone kills Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold” (Gen. 4:15). Yet, seven generations after Cain, Lamech vowed seventy times seven, an unlimited number, to his vengeance as a fist in God’s face. “I have killed a man for wounding me, a young man for striking me. If Cain's revenge is sevenfold, then Lamech's is seventy-sevenfold” (Gen. 4:23-24). When Jesus speaks of unlimited forgiveness, he taps a reservoir of generosity that neither Cain nor Lamech nor we (in our flesh) could conceive—for only God is unlimited in his forgiveness. That’s the point. Only God is unlimited in forgiveness. We have asked him to forgive us unlimitedly: “and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors (Matt. 6:12). We who have been forgiven have been also transformed by the God who forgives to such a degree that a disconnect with forgiveness is likely a symptom of a disconnect with God. “As the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive” (Col. 3:13).

For Everything There Is a Season

For Everything There Is a Season.  Although the marquee outside the Parks and Recreation Building still reads, “Happy Fall, Y’all!” and although it is only March 1^st, it is basically springtime. The daffodils are now sharing space with the tulips. A yellow-green dusting of pollen covers everything, even my eyeballs. An ice storm, if one were to kick up in March, would kill or maim everything botanical in its path. But for now, March is marvelous.

It is as true this year as in any year, “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven” (Eccles. 3:1). Apparently, in addition to a season for tulips, there is also a season for war. Not merely the unpredictable oscillation between “a time for war, and a time and peace” (vs. 8), but war has a predictable season, too. March means the beginning of war season for the ancients, as regular as tax season for the moderns, as anticipated as tulip season for the horticulturalists.

For the most part, ancient men would plant their fields, kiss their wives, sharpen their weapons, and march to war every March. They would fight the enemies until October when they (also the enemies) would return home, kiss their wives, store their weapons, bring in the harvest, and take a long-winter’s nap. For some reason, the regularity of war season is mildly humorous, like the dogs and the cats in the old cartoons, punching their timecards side-by-side in the morning, fighting tooth-and-nail all day until it was time to clock out again in the evening when they would wish each other a good night. See you later, Hal. You, too, Frank.

It is not a coincidence that March honors Mars, the Roman god of war, enshrined in the third month’s very name. It is also not a coincidence that Russia and Ukraine, having taken a break from war for the winter, are back at it again this March.

Ironically, the ones who divert from the war path as easily get churned up in war’s machinery. “In the spring of the year, the time when kings go out to battle, David sent Joab, and his servants with him, and all Israel … but David remained at Jerusalem” (2 Sam. 11:1). King David, curiously, declined to follow the war calendar and quickly fell into serious trouble with his lieutenant’s wife, Bathsheba (2 Sam. 11:4)—since all the other men were at war.

But before David’s infamous departure from the well-established season of war, apparently before he was coronated but after he was anointed as Israel’s king, he wrote about war and peace from a different point of view. He wrote about some people who not only went to war but who developed an appetite for war. “Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace. I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war” (Psa. 120:6-7). Declaring for the side of peace, David had to go frequently into war. Though his hands were bloody out of necessity, his heart was ever eager for peace.

So, March marches in as it ever has, but Mars is not in command, nor has he ever been. This is not the season of war anymore. This is the season of redemption now. We follow a different Warrior to a better battlefield. The cross was the war that really will end all wars.