Thursday, December 29, 2016

Are You a Dog or a Son?



    
(2 Samuel 9)
     Let’s set the stage.  A king had died in battle, along with his sons.  A new king came to rule the nation of Israel.  Years have passed, and now, this throne seeks any survivors of the former king. 
     If you were Mephibosheth, what would be your thoughts?  After your father died, officers that once had pledged allegiance to your royal grandfather, had then sought out the death of any survivors of his family, so as to not challenge the new king on the throne.  You even lost the ability to walk after a nurse ran hurriedly with you in her arms, in an effort to save you (2 Samuel 4:4).  Your legs bear the memorial of the age-old tradition that a new king must clean the slate of the former dynasty.
     I would be scared completely.  If I was Mephibosheth, and the new King David asked me to come before him, I probably would seek an excuse…long enough by which to find an escape from the murderous reach of the king.  Mephibosheth was much braver than me.  He had good reason to fear David.  According to Middle Eastern tradition, when a new king came to power, the remaining family members would be killed so that old family members would not attempt to retake the throne.  On the battlefield, if two kings were at war, the conquered king would be forced to his knees, awaiting execution.  Before the execution, the victorious king would first place his foot on the other king’s neck; a physical representation that he had indeed defeated his enemy.  A declaration for anyone who doubted who won the war.  
     King David had every right to kill Mephibosheth.  And according to tradition, he should have.  Mephibosheth was the grandson of King Saul.  Nevertheless, he did not.  He extended mercy.  Furthermore, he gave grace to a paralyzed man…all because, he was the son of David’s best friend, Jonathon.
     I’ve read this story before, and it happens to be one of my favorite stories in the Old Testament.  I think I liked it because, it shows forgiveness.  It shows how a friendship doesn’t die, even if one of the friends has.  (I love that David honored his friend, Jonathon; a man he much considered a brother, even after he died.)  On a personal note, I enjoy seeing that David showed hospitality to a man who had been disabled.  However, when I read this story again, recently, I realized something new.  This isn’t just a story of an allegiance to a friendship.  Rather it is an allegory of a heavenly reconciliation.
     Set the stage:  Mephibosheth, despite everything in his gut and the whispers inside his head telling him to flee the country, he comes before the king who replaced his grandfather, after he had died.  Perhaps he reminded himself how his dad, Jonathon, used to hang out with King David.  “Maybe he’ll remember?  I hope...”  The king sees the young man from a distance, and asked if he the one he sent for.  Mind you, David is not a young man anymore.  A significant amount of years have passed, because Mephibosheth is a father to a son of his own.  The king raises from his seat, and Mephibosheth lays prostrate on the ground, humbly he declares, “Here is your servant! (9:6).”  Perhaps if became a servant, this would spare him his life. He’s just looking for mercy. But King David is not interested in that at all.  The king looks on the man lying on the ground; a man who cannot walk.  He states that he will restore Mephibosheth the honor and land of his grandfather due to him.  He would feast at the king’s table for the rest of his life.
     “What is your servant, that you should look upon such a dead dog as I (9:8)?”
     I wonder if at this point, David thought to himself, “How can I convince you that I mean you absolutely NO harm?  You really don’t get it, do you?”  Mephibosheth was ever mindful who his grandfather was.  He was Saul; the first king of Israel.  By all tradition and rights in the world, King David was supposed to place his foot upon Mephibosheth’s neck.  However, that isn’t what played out.  David was offering his home to him.  Not because of his grandfather.  By that account; indeed, Mephibosheth should have died.  David showed grace, because of Mephibosheth’s relationship to Jonathon, not Saul.  The young man was Jonathon’s son; and because of that friendship, Mephibosheth’s life was redeemed. 
     In reading this story, I took it surprisingly how Mephibosheth remembered so quickly that he was a grandson of Saul; and how quickly he forgot that he was Jonathon’s son.  Soon after, it hit me…how often do we remember our old heritage in sin and forget God’s love and grace toward us, due to our relationship with Jesus?  Run with me, here.  The analogy:  being a grandchild of Saul = sin, being a son of Jonathon = relationship with Jesus Christ, Mephibosheth = humanity/the individual, and King David = God.  The nature of tradition and how Mephibosheth conducted himself compared to how King David received him all depended on how Mephibosheth related himself, and furthermore, who he related himself to.

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     All have sinned.  We all have this fallen short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23).  And the Bible says that the wages of sin is death.  We’re human.  But that doesn’t escape the reality that there is a holy God, and our countenance and righteousness are piles of filth, according to the standards of God (Isaiah 64:6).  Sure, no one is perfect.  Try to brag it up.  
     I know I probably could.  I grew up a goodie-two-shoes.  I’m a virgin, never got drunk, never partied, got good grades, never did drugs.  But I have lied; I have cheated; I have hated (which Jesus calls murder).  I have dishonored my parents, and I have withheld forgiveness before.  Seriously, I have probably broken about eight to nine of the 10 Commandments.  I can proclaim what a goodie-two-shoes I was, but the truth is, under the all-or-none rule of sin (James 2:10), I am just as hell-bound as the recent terrorists who killed 12 German citizens in Berlin.  Because, when it comes to holiness and righteousness, one must be purely holy.  That is what holy means…to be complete.  I could try to show how clean the rest of me is.  But God doesn’t compare sin; we are the ones who suggest differential treatment. His question is if we have done it or not.  And if there is even ONE stain, I am no longer blameless.  I am guilty.  I cannot redeem myself of my heritage of Saul.  There is a holy King, and by mandate, I deserve death.   The King has every right to make me kneel, put His foot upon my neck, and say, “Have no part of Me.”
    What is interesting in the original story of David, and the upfront lessons learned in 1 and 2 Samuel, is that while David was the newly anointed, perhaps rightful king of Israel, God had been developing His heart in him.  Many would have cheered David on if he had killed Saul.  Maybe even some Christians.  After all, Saul walked away from God and feared peoples’ opinions rather than his Lord’s.  Yet…God told David to not touch Saul.  Rather David was to honor him, and his family.  When Saul had died, David became furious when he found that a couple of his soldiers killed surviving sons of Saul to ensure David’s throne (2 Samuel 4: 5-12).  Here’s where I’m going with this.  Though it was rightful to take the throne, and let the heritage of Saul be killed off, God’s heart was reconciliation.  And in the situation of Mephibosheth, redemption was the aim. 
     We all have sinned, and the wages of sin is death.  But God does not celebrate any one to perish in their sin (Ezekiel 18:23, 32).  (Side rant here:  even with terrorists or despised dictators, God longs that they would repent and turn to Him.  It disgusts me and breaks my heart that Christians will celebrate the death of any criminal, commenting how much they are relieved that he (or she) is burning in hell.  Hell was NEVER meant for us; and it is NOT God’s heart that any should go there! Rant over.)  However, what can any of us do?  We all have sinned, and it’s not like we can suddenly become pure again (on our own account). 
     In steps, Jesus.  In our allegorical illustration: being the son of Jonathon. 
     Jesus: God in man’s skin.  One who had been tempted in every way all of us have, yet, He passed with inspection every one of the 10 Commandments (Hebrews 4:15).  What’s amazing is that while we were still sinners, God decided a way of redemption, so that the heritage of Saul would no longer reign.  Nevertheless, his descendants (Mephibosheth) could be extended mercy.  Jesus died to save us.  Death was required as the payment, and God paid it Himself (look at Romans 5).  There is a way for reconciliation with the King, and it is by believing on Jesus as your Lord and Savior.  That’s it.  There’s nothing to do; there’s nothing you can do.  Just invite Him into your life, and the old heritage and tradition falls away.  Mercy is given.  And with that, all of heaven rejoices (Luke 15:10)!

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     Mephibosheth received mercy the moment King David decided that he did not want the ransom deaths of Saul’s descendants.  However, that was not the entire extent that David went to secure reconciliation.  He desired to show kindness for Jonathon’s sake.  He could have just written a pardon and presented it to Mephibosheth.  Rather, he invited the man to live with him, and dine at his table for the rest of his life.  Because of God’s heart in David, mercy was shown.  Because of his relationship with Jonathon, grace was given.  And favor was received.
     What struck me is how Mephibosheth related himself to being a dog, because he remembered his heritage of Saul.  He was worthy of death, according to that standard.  Yet, he forgot that he held a relationship with Jonathon, which ensured mercy and grace to be given to him.  I wonder how often, for those who call Jesus their Savior and Lord, are we reminded of our old pasts, and we lay our heads low, as dogs?  We are reminded that because of our sin, we deserve death.  And indeed we do!  But Jesus paid it all.  And all to Him we owe.  Satan loves to mock that our reflections haven’t transformed.  But that isn’t the truth, and we are not to live with our heads in the sands, defeated, because of who we once were.  Grace enfolds a double meaning.  One, it means favor.  A special relationship restored.  Mephibosheth eating with David, as if he was the king’s son.  Secondly, it means an empowerment to walk as we have been reestablished.  
     It would be interesting to find out if Mephibosheth went on to become an advisor to King David; the position Jonathon may have held if he had not died (1 Samuel 23:17).  This is speculation, of course.  A bit of idealism or imagination, but it would be interesting to see how Mephibosheth served King David.  Grace as empowerment meant that Mephibosheth did not have to live in hiding, nor call the grave his home.  It meant that he was able to serve the king to the fullest extent asked of him.  And he could do it well. 
     We, as Christians no longer have to live defeated!  We have been shown mercy; but additionally, we have received redemption and grace.  Grace is not due to our merit; it is a gift of God.  And because we are saved, we have been made new (2 Corinthians 5:17), and now hold the righteousness of God within us.  We can walk in that, and it is important that we do walk in that relationship of Christ.  In Ephesians 2:8-10, it states, “For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast.  For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” Clearly, we cannot brag of ourselves and our righteousness due to our past.  Conversely, when we believe and worship Jesus, the question is not if we have been saved (of course, we have!), but will we live like we have been saved?!  Yes, there is an old heritage (and by heritage, I mean personal sins, but I also will include generational curses); yes, if we look at where we have come from, there is guilt and shame.  The devil would love to whisper in your ear that nothing has changed.  Nevertheless, there is a new heritage found in God.  Things have changed.  Because of Jesus, we become children of God (Romans 8:15-17, 28-30, 37-39; 1 John 3:1), and we can walk as such.  So, the last question is, do you see yourself as a dog, or will you see yourself as a son?  I hope the latter, and that you are empowered to live as the latter.   
    


Saturday, November 19, 2016

Hesitation and Hope















Hesitation breathes a sigh of security, yet
Exhales a poisonous bite of no satisfaction.
It promises to never fail your expectations,
But it refrains from hope.
Convincing that future change may never occur,
Sit, so that you won’t wound your soul.

How many times have I waited?

Not out of assurance for Your watch,
But that I may not gamble
The promises You declared?
Dichotomies swim as words sift
Through my brain, like perceptual arms run
Through wheat for a needle of wisdom.

I held back.

My heart has been wounded;
My memory carries scars.
Moments of hope flood before my eyes:
Because the time was not now; the setting was at Home,
My past tears tempt me to confine
Expectation in this corner, where it is safe.

I have said that You lied.

In my manner of self-protection,
I read the Book and say that it’s true,
However, I needed the confirmation from friends
To convince me of its weight.  I go to You last.
Fear waits to whisper:
I am an exception to the Cross.

In my insolence, I crafted idols.

I forgot that while I was falling apart,
You still hold the whole world in Your hands.
I believed that if only I could see Your calendar,
Then I would be convinced of Your goodness.
I clutched worry as a companion, hoping -
If anything - my actions could create the change I lacked.

Nevertheless, will You dare my heart to hope again?
Lay aside this habitual sin of hesitation…

Forgive me when I was so bold to look away;
Forgive me when I have been too timid to pray.
Resurrect my soul, Lord.
Make Yourself known, again, to me.
Open my eyes, that I may see You clearly.
Open my ears, that I may hear You loudly.

Knock on the door.  I will answer.

Deafen the voices that mock Your majesty.
Give me a laugh that will sing Your glory.
Hand me a pen that will write sharply
The double-edged Dagger of Your Spirit.
Renew this mind to catalog Your testimonies.
Remake this heart to trust in You, again.

To hope fully takes faith blind to our natural senses.
It is dangerous. It is not secure.  It is not safe.
But it lends God to be God;
His Story recognized in the hearts of all.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

I'll Admit



I’ll admit I wanted Your blessings.
I’ll admit I’ve wanted Your praise.
I’ll admit that I wanted to see Your goodness
Manifested all my days.

I’ll admit I remember You
When You reveal Your miracles and mysteries.
I’ll admit that I have forgotten You
When life’s anxiousness distresses;
Confounding my emotions with my spirit.

I’ll admit doubt may shroud my mind,
As my sight fails to discern what lies ahead.
But, I’ll admit I shout my loudest
When everything falls perfectly into place.

I’ll admit I am grateful that You are faithful.
You are a Father that gives good gifts.  Indeed!
You see my needs and complete them.
I’ll admit, You know my desires and the plans You have
Exceed my original imaginations of what life is to be.

But I admit
I worship You for Your manna.

Yet, are You not more
Than what You do,
God?

You fashioned all with just a word.
Existence emerged as You opened
Your mouth, speaking breath into life.
Your hands cradle even the galaxies.
Your vision expanses beyond all things,
At all times, surpassing the creation of the clock itself. 

You are good.
You are holy.
You are worthy.

Your majesty’s vastness surpasses the stretch
Of the finite sight.  Your love sinks lower
Than the deepest soils sunk beneath the ocean.
Oh the cliché! You hold the world in Your hand –
Your sovereignty flies higher than the elevation
The mighty eagle can soar.

Do I realize that this is You
-Who is GOD - I am speaking of;
To Whom I make known my prayers;
The One I meet every Sunday morn?
Do I adore You for Your gifts, only,
Or do I worship You, because You deserve it?

For You are not a genie,
But a King! You are Lord,
Not a child who answers my demands.
Oh God, give me
A passion to worship You
In Spirit and Truth!

If I actually sat and pondered on the Being
Who goes by the name of I AM,
The rush that tempts me to flee
The sanctuary would itself leave.
I would breathe more slowly,
Savor each breath, only left wanting
To offer it to the One who gave me life.
I would sit more reverently at Your feet,
And hold onto Your hand more tightly.
I would become more thankful for the blood shed,
And return the love You have for me.
I would learn to tie my soul to Yours;
My spirit echoing Heaven’s Most Holy Crowned.

How Great Thou Art!
Indeed!!

I’ll admit: You are God,
Worthy of my worship…

As You are.