Is it too small a thing?

I have a really good introduction for this article.  I tell you a really funny story about a toy, gadget, etc. that I really wanted because I knew that it would solve all of my problems.  It was one of those things that I absolutely had to have. 

In this really good introduction I explain how I worked hard to get this new toy/gadget; either through actually working or “working” the way that jobless kids do–by figuring out how to manufacture the right balance of enough, tears, whining, and solid behavior to merit such an awesome gift. 

I continue in this super amazing introduction for a couple paragraphs explaining my hard labor only to drop the bomb on you in paragraph six.  When I finally brought home the world-saving, Mike changing, product I soon discover that it is really a piece of junk.  Kind of like that disappointing moment when you realize your McDonalds cheeseburger isn’t nearly as scrumptious as its savory picture.  No matter how awesome it really is it can never live up to the dream that I had created for it. 

Unfortunately, for both you and I, I cannot give you this introduction.  And I don’t know why.  I know that this little story has replayed a million times but for the life of me I cannot remember these products that brought such disappointment into my life.  Maybe if I ransacked my closets or took a perusal of the local Goodwill one of these treasures would present itself to my memory, because that is where these life-changers now find themselves: in the land of misfit toys. 

Perhaps that in itself is telling.  The grass is always greener on the other side, McDonalds cheeseburgers are more photogenic than tasty, and nothing satisfies a discontented heart. 

Consider Korah’s rebellion. 

Korah and a few of his friends gather together to complain to Moses and Aaron about what they don’t have.  What they do not have Moses and Aaron have.  They quickly assess themselves—comparing their greatest features to the worst of Moses and Aaron—and come to the startling conclusion that they deserve this one thing that they lack.  Cue the spotlights, drums, and angelic sounds as we pan to their longed for possession—the priesthood. 

Moses gets to the heart when he says in verse 9, “…is it too small a thing for you…”  Here he lists off everything they do have (it takes two verses to finish this list).  Of course Korah and his homeboys are blind to this list because their eyes are fixed on the one thing they don’t have. 

So, yeah, apparently it is too small a thing to be separated from the rest of the congregation by the Lord, to be brought near to God himself, to do ministry, to serve the Lord before the great congregation, and to be able to do it with your closest of kin.  It’s too small because it’s not everything.  They want it ALL! 

Their grumbling, notes Moses, is not primarily against Aaron.  Their grumbling is against God. 

And so is mine. 

The Lord stands before me today and says, “…is it too small a thing…”  and continues for hours upon hours to list of the multitude of my blessings.  He’ll be doing this for all of eternity as his kindness towards me is infinite. 

The question for me today is this: Am I going to be like Korah and grumble about the thing(s) that I do not have, or am I going to celebrate the army of blessings he’s already given me in his quest to destroy the works of the devil? 

Celebrate grace.

Frozen Theology

Even though I wouldn’t have a clue how to pronounce his last name, I’ve often found Helmut Thielicke’s little book A little exercise for young theologians a quite helpful resource.  Consider this:

Theology can be a coat of mail which crushes us and in which we freeze to death.  It can also be—this is in fact its purpose!—the conscience of the congregation of Christ, its compass and with it all a praise-song of ideas.  Which of the two it is depends upon the degree in which listening and praying Christians stand behind this theological business.  As a Christian, as a listening and praying Christian, each must fight not to be crushed by theology and thus, instead of being a Christian solider, becoming a corpse in the battlefield. 

If you are a seminary student or an aspiring theologian of any sort you may want to pick up Thielicke’s book.  I’ve also found The Trials of Theology and Think! helpful primer’s. 

Two Heaps, Neither Named Todd

Some 300 years ago Cotton Mather gave this advise to new ministers, and it is worth heeding today:

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Simply put: there are some things in life and ministry that you are simply not going to understand.  File those away under unintelligble.  Some things you will not be able to fix.  File those away under incurables. 

Mather’s advice to consider some some un-persuadable people as incurables is a little hard for me to swallow.  I do not like to think that any person is “incurable”.  Such a statement seems to be negating the power of God. 

However, I think if we are careful not to press Mather’s advice too far it is sound.  There are certain times when it becomes apparent that I have done everything that I know to do as far as counseling some person.  When I have done all that I can, then certainly I must continue to pray, and perhaps pray that the Lord will open up a door for some other person to come into their life. 

What do you think of Mather’s advice? 

Unrestrained Mercy From an Infinitely Merciful God

“For evils have encompassed me beyond number…”  (Psalm 40:12a)

This is life in a broken world.  Bitterness. Wrath. Anger. Slander. Malice. Lies. Murder. Deceit. Grief. Pain. Tears. Sorrow. Regret. Hate. Cold. Brokenness.

Yes, evil is all around.

I have no problem in a broken world crying out—“Lord, have mercy.  Lord, deliver.  Lord, rescue.  Lord, heal.  Lord, bring redemption”.  I know He is greater than the brokenness.  I know that He is able to heal.  I know that He will bring justice.  Sometimes, it is hard to wait on the Lord in the midst of brokenness—but I keep a steady hope knowing that He will make it well.

But what do I do when this is my prayer:

“…my iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see; they are more than the hairs of my head; my heart fails me.”   (Psalm 40:12b)

Now, it’s not merely evil “out there”.  I can deal with that.  But when evil is found lurking in my very own breast, what do I do? 

Do I plead for mercy, knowing that I’ve prayed this same prayer countless times?  Surely, the LORD is sick of hearing my confession.  I have certainly breached the seventy times seven. 

Do I come boldly into His throne room?  Soiled. Dirty. Vile. Proud. Confused. Disbelieving.

Clean Hands? Pure Heart? Not me.  How then can I expect to “ascend His holy hill”?  What right do I have—one who has trampled upon grace—to enter into His courts?

I don’t. 

BUT…

“As for you, O LORD, you will not restrain your mercy from me; your steadfast love and your faithfulness will ever preserve me!  (Psalm 40:11, emphasis mine)

There is no way that I read that correctly. 

I cannot fathom this.  What does unrestrained mercy from an infinitely merciful God look like? 

Soiled. Dirty. Vile. Proud. Confused. Doubting. Struggling. Depressed. Joyless.

Unrestrained Mercy. 

He refuses to restrain that which I do not deserve: namely, infinite mercy.  Yet, His holy hand withholds the infinite wrath that I do deserve. 

Why? What is the ground and the surety of this promise? 

Is it my ability to keep clean?  Is it my ability to live the Christian life?  Is it because of my steadfastness?  My faithfulness to the Lord?  Is this what causes me to be met with unrestrained mercy? 

No.

It is His covenant faithfulness.  His steadfast love. 

If I, by grace through faith, belong to Jesus then this promise of unrestrained mercy is mine.  And it is preserved until God breaks His covenant or until God’s love that refuses not to love changes and He decides He’d rather not love.  That’s not happening.  The ground and surety of this promise is His faithfulness and not mine. 

In this I have hope and it causes me to pray with David:

“As for me I am poor and needy, but the Lord takes thought for me.  You are my help and my deliverer; do not delay, O my God!”