Hearing the Music

Goodness Reflected

Have you ever had one of those strange moments in life where various facets of your world, which are normally separate, come into collision? Perhaps you run into an old elementary school teacher through your current place of employment. Or a person that you had fellowship with in Hawaii ends up moving to Michigan. 

This past week, a friend/colleague of mine from 30+ yrs ago when I worked for the Coalition for Christian Outreach as a campus minister posted a video from CCO's very large multi-state, multi-campus conference called Jubilee. Jubilee is a fantastic conference where college students are invited to see the world through a Reformed worldview and wrestle with the fact that there is not one square inch that God does not look down upon and say, "that is mine" (quoting Abraham Kuyper). That my friend would share a video from the conference was not surprising, but what caught my eye was that the speaker was Dr. Elissa Yukiko Weichbrodt, of Covenant College, the PCA's college, where Zoe currently attends and for whom Lisa works.

When two worlds collide like that you have to check it out, right? As I watched, I was drawn in by this fabulously interesting, wonderfully charming, talk. In it, Dr. Weichbrodt thoughtfully and graciously offers a study of a Dutch painting from the 1600s to illustrate some life-changing points about the grand Biblical story that starts in a garden, with men and women made to be makers. With her own style and imagination, she gives us eyes to see why it matters to be grounded in creation so that we can be creators. Why it matters that the Creator himself said  “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.” (Genesis 1:26). Listening to Dr. Weichbrodt, I found myself gaining my footing again in the goodness of our Creator God and ennobled to bear his likeness. Perhaps you too might gain some benefit?

Dr. Weichbrodt's book, by the way, is called "Redeeming Vision: A Christian Guide to Looking at and Learning from Art."

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Taking Delight and Giving Grace

I am grateful for wisdom I have received throughout the course of my life from faithful women and men. One such mentor to me has been Steve Garber whose paths have crossed ours in various ways for all 33 years that Lisa and I have been married. These are his words on marriage and they still ring true.

A long time ago I was asked by a young man what I thought made for a good marriage. Those weeks of my life I was immersed in the heartaches of friends who were stumbling badly in their marriages, and so the question had a rawness to it, a knife’s-edge to it, and my mind went ranging over what I thought about the meaning of marriage. I told him that good marriages, healthy marriages, ones which were more happy-than-not for both husband and wife were ones in which the choice was made to take delight and to give grace… day by day by day. I still think that is true.

Take delight and give grace. As Lisa and I get ready to facilitate some conversations on marriage with 15 or so couples this weekend from a sister ministry, I am deeply grateful that she has done that for me, moment by moment, year after year, stumbling along in our love for each other as we have. We have been married long enough now to qualify as "older heads" and our marriage counsel is much the same same as Steve's, take delight and give grace. 

Of course, it is the good news of the gospel, drawing us in again, and again, to the truer truths of delight and grace. Through the finished work of Christ, through the Easter potentiality that is woven back into creation, we are invited to have delight and grace be the lens through which we see the world and all our relationships within it. This truth does not negate the struggles we have, but rather speaks to the deeper truths on offer through faith in Jesus.

We will talk about this faith as we look at Hebrews 11 this week. Our Hebrews' Preacher has laid out his main points, Christ has given himself willingly as the perfect, all sufficient atonement, therefore believe in him, rest on him, just like the saints of old did. He is worthy!

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His Week. Our Weeks.

Sometimes things just hit you. Each week I begin with the salutation "Happy Friday", marking our time through the week, encouraging a level of felicity. Today however, is not just any Friday. It is THE Friday that we call "Good". And it is not just any week. It is THE week that we call "Holy". It was the last week that Jesus walked the earth before THE EVENTS that would change everything.

The week started with a bang. Monday: Jesus cleaned house. His Father's house that is. "My house shall be called a house of prayer for all the nations. But you have made it a den of robbers” (Mark 11:17). Tuesday: like a prophet announcing doom, Jesus declares that not one magnificent, Herodian stone that constructed the temple would be left on another. "Stay awake! For you do not know when the master of the house will come" (Mark 13:35). Wednesday: the Sanhedrin has had enough (Mark 14:1,2). Jesus is drawing a crowd. People are listening to him. People are ignoring them. He must be stopped. Hello Judas. The trap is set (Matthew 26:14-16). Thursday: bread "This is my body. Given for you." A cup, "This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Poured out for you." A plea, "My soul is very sorrowful, even to death .... My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as you will.” (Matthew 26:38,39). A trial? Not really, more of a sham. A verdict, “I (Pilate) am innocent of this man’s blood; see to it yourselves.” And all the people answered, “His blood be on us and on our children!” Then he released for them Barabbas, and having scourged Jesus, delivered him to be crucified. (Matthew 27:24–26).

And so we come to Friday. Driven to the place of the skull, the hardened soldiers (or were they just boys?) took stakes and ran them through his wrists. They joined his ankles and hammered a stake in. They pushed the plank down into its hole and lifted up the Son of Man, suspending him between heaven and earth.  And there, a mess of fluids, every breath a fight, he prayed that the mocking crowd and hammering hands be forgiven. Like a figurehead on the prow of a ship, he blazed a path through death and hell, landing on the shores of Paradise itself, beckoning the believing thief with these words, "Today you shall be with me in paradise (Luke 23:43)." But before he would reach those shores, it got dark, oh, it got very dark. "My God, My God. Why have you forsaken me ...."  And so we wait. Saturday: ended in death, in a tomb, in darkness. But that darkness couldn't swallow the light that was about to explode Sunday when justice and mercy kissed. For in that darkness, the Prince of Darkness overplayed his hand and walked into the trap that the King of Light had set. For a willing sacrifice, with no sin of his own to atone for, could satisfy the deep justice of God and unleash mercy on a world in desperate need. "For by a single offering he has perfected for all time those who are being sanctified (Hebrews 10:14)." 

His week. Our weeks. Though we keep reprising the Holy Week roles of Peter, James, John and the rest of the disciples with our feckless, sleepy-eyed devotion, the finished work of Jesus surges through the empty tomb into our very bones animating us to new life. Each week of ours now begins with resurrection and pulsates with the promise of life. From classrooms to cubicles, from the bedrooms to the laundry rooms, Jesus reigns. Yes, we still struggle mightily, but we bring this truth to the struggle -- He is risen!

I look forward to Easter Sunday. We will move from considering weeks to considering a day as we take up the claim of 1 Corinthians 15:4 that Christ was raised on the third day, according to the Scriptures. Here is a cliffhanger for you, “What is so special about the third day?”  

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