A White Stone

When reading the letters to the seven churches written by John in the Revelation he received, I’m always drawn to that which is promised to “the one who conquers.” As part of each of the letters, found in Revelation 2 & 3, there is an encouragement by the Lord, who walks among the seven churches, to some form of action . . . and for those who are obedient, to the one who conquers, there is a pledged outcome. This morning I’m hovering over the promise given to those who are conquerors in the church of Pergamum (Rev. 2:12-17) . . . I’m thinking about a white stone.

He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who conquers I will give some of the hidden manna, and I will give him a white stone, with a new name written on the stone that no one knows except the one who receives it.    (Revelation 2:17 ESV)

Apparently there is a variety of opinions among commentators as to what exactly the white stone symbolizes. One explanation I’ve come across is that “in the ancient courts of justice the accused were condemned by black pebbles and acquitted by white” . . . another is that in some athletic games, a white stone was given to the victor . . . another is that it had come to symbolize a token of favor. All fit . . .

But I’m less concerned about what the stone symbolizes than I am intrigued by the unique and individual nature of the gift from the Head of the Church. The stone is one of a kind in that it has a “new name” written on it that is known only by the One who writes the name and the one who receives the stone. In the giving of the stone and the receiving of it there is a “secret bond” formed . . . a very personal interaction between Savior and saint.

Not only is the name a secret . . . but it is a new name . . . a new kind of name . . . a never before used name . . . an unprecedented name. I imagine that receiving the stone and beholding this new name will evoke awe . . . wonder . . . and worship. I imagine that it forms a unique intimate bond which will be remembered throughout eternity.

And while I’m not sure whether the bounds of interpretation and application permit me to “claim the promise” for myself and anticipate such a stone, it is a reminder of the nature of the White Stone Giver.

It’s a reminder of the personal and unique relationship Jesus has sought with this sinner saved by grace. He knows my name . . . and my new name if He has one for me. He knows my struggles . . . He knows the areas that I need to, by His power and grace, be a conqueror over.

Though there will be a sea of the redeemed before the throne, I’m thinking there will be a very individualized interaction between the Redeemer and and each of His redeemed . . . some meaningful one-on-one between the Shepherd and His sheep . . . an intimate conversation known only between the glorious King and each subject who has conquered by His blood and by His grace.

A white stone for me? I don’t know.

A one of a kind encounter with my Lord? I’m thinkin’ . . .

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Treasure Up . . . and Ponder Anew!

Kind of an interesting juxtaposition this morning . . . I’m reading the first chapter of the Revelation to John . . . and, in the background, are Christmas hymns being wonderfully played on a piano. I’m reading John’s record of the vision he had of the Son of Man as I’m reminded of the picture portrayed at the birth of the Son of God.

In John’s vision, “one like the Son of Man” stood in the midst of seven golden lampstands, an indication of His authority over the church . . . in the hymn I’m listening to, the son of Mary is lying in a manger in the midst, we imagine, of various animals. John saw the risen Christ clothed with a regal long flowing robe and with a golden sash around his chest declaring His kingly majesty . . . Mary tried to keep the baby Jesus warm with swaddling clothes, a stark reminder of the humility he was born into.

John beheld King Jesus as glorious Judge . . . the hairs of His head white like wool . . . His eyes like a flame of fire . . . His feet like bronze glowing in a furnace. But the shepherds gathered around on that first Christmas night to behold a Savior . . . One who had come to rescue people from judgment . . . One who would give Himself to pay the price due for sin, that all who might would be fully and completely redeemed from slavery to sin . . . that the born again sons and daughters of Adam might experience worshiping the Judge without fear of the judgment.

And when John heard His voice, it was like the roar of many waters . . . His authority beyond question . . . His power beyond imagination . . . but all that was masked on that night in Bethlehem . . . deity was shrouded in humanity . . . power was contained in meekness . . . the voice of heaven was heard as a baby’s cry in a stable.

What a contrast! What love shown by Almighty God to sin corrupted people! Immanuel . . . God with us!

When John saw the risen Christ he fell at His feet as though he were dead . . . the heaven-sent vision overpowering His earth-bound senses . . . his knees instinctively knowing that buckling was the right thing to do in the presence of such Majesty . . . his eyes slamming shut for fear the light of glory might overpower the retinas ability to transport the sight to his brain . . . the heart exploding in worship before the risen, glorious King.

And Mary? Well Mary sought to take in the all happenings of that holy night . . . the birth . . . the meager surroundings . . . the visitation by the shepherds . . . their story of close encounters with the angelic kind . . . the expressions of awe and wonder upon their face. Mary treasured up all these things . . . “pondering them in her heart.” She brought it all together and tried to process it all . . . and, I wonder, if she too didn’t worship a bit.

That’s kind of what I’m doing this morning . . . processing . . . worshiping . . . as I read Revelation 1 and am reminded of Luke 2 by the music playing in the background.

What Child is this? This is Christ the King!

O’, that the incarnation might fill my imagination this Christmas season. That John’s vision might be brought to mind often as I consider the shepherd’s visitation. That I might, with Mary, treasure up these things in my heart and ponder anew the depths of their implications . .. so that I might, with John, worship afresh at the feet of the risen glorious Christ.

O, Come Let Us Adore Him! Amen?

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What a House! . . . What a Savior!

Sometimes it’s those verses we are the most familiar with that we are quickest to skim over . . . “Yeah, yeah,” we say in effect, “Been there . . . read that . . . let’s move on.” But really, isn’t the fact that we know these verses so well . . . that we’ve heard them so many times . . . an indicator right there that they are the diamonds. They are the elite of Scripture . . . of all the verses we could remember or have memorized . . . these are the few . . . and so, just as a master jeweler appreciates fine diamonds and will pull them out just to gaze at them and appreciate afresh their beauty, we too, when we come across these jewels of Scripture in our leather bound jewelry boxes, should pull them out . . . pause . . . gaze at them . . . and be moved again with their magnificence. No skimming over John 14:2-3 this morning . . .

In My Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to Myself, that where I am you may be also.   – Jesus
(John 14:2-3 ESV)

What a house! The Father’s house. The abode of the Almighty Himself. It is the place where He who dwells in unapproachable light (1Tim. 6:16) lives. A magnificent structure . . . constructed with materials and techniques unknown on earth. Huge . . . it defines heaven . . . heaven defines it. And in this house are many rooms . . . literally many dwellings . . . many places to abide. The Master Builder has constructed His house such that it might receive many guests . . . no, not guests . . . He has built His house such that all His children can come home. If it were not so, Jesus wouldn’t be telling us it was so.

Yes, in this house are no guest rooms . . . there are only rooms custom prepared for each child of God. Personally designed by the Creator . . . handcrafted by the Carpenter of Nazareth. An abiding place really beyond speculation . . . beyond earthly senses to imagine . . . something that is, quite literally, out of this world. Keith Green captured it well, I think, when he said that if God created the earth, and all its beauty and grandeur, in 7 days . . . and now Jesus has been preparing a place for us for 2,000 years . . . then “we’re livin’ in a garbage can compared to what’s going on up there!” Can’t wait to see my room!

But really when I get there, as amazing as the room will be . . . as awestruck as I will be by the beauty of the surroundings . . . what I’ll really be looking for is the One who went to prepare that place for me . . . the One who purchased for the place. And see Him I will! . . . He promised . . . “And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to Myself, that where I am you may be also.” My room will be ready when it’s time for me to go home . . . and, as amazing as that abiding place will be, it will be secondary to the wonder of the reality of just being where Jesus is. The Lord of lords and King of kings says that He, Himself, will receive Me . . . will welcome me . . . will settle me in . . . and, will let me be with Him.

To be with Jesus . . . face to face . . . or, I guessing, probably face to feet. What will that be? Welcomed into the courts of my King . . . ushered into His presence . . . looking up and seeing the scars in His hands and His feet . . . remembering that the preparation for my dwelling place began on the cross . . . knowing that the entrance to my room was formed through the shed blood of the spotless Lamb of God . . . recalling that I didn’t seek Him, but that He sought me — as a Shepherd seeks lost sheep . . . . as my chest, feeling like it will burst, swells up with a heart overflowing in love and adoration, reminded that I love Him because He first loved me. What will that be?

What a house awaits me . . . a dwelling place being custom prepared for me. What a Savior who, having rescued me, is now preparing a place for me, and one day will come and get me and receive me to Himself . . . that I might abide with Him forever.

To Him be all glory . . .

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Man Greatly Loved

Wrapping up Daniel this morning. You gotta like this guy. As a young man witnessed the destruction of his nation . . . was taken from his family (if they had survived) to a foreign land . . . and there determined not to defile himself with the ways of the new land he was ordered to learn about and participate in. The hand of God was on him from the beginning . . . special gifting . . . special calling . . . resulting in a meteoric rise to the top. A seat in the government . . . and not just through one administration, but through decades under various rulers . . . and yet always in touch and submitted to THE RULER. And as I read this final vision given to Daniel, it’s not the prophecy revealed that catches my attention . . . but rather how the prophet is addressed.

And he said to me, “O Daniel, man greatly loved, understand the words that I speak to you” . . . And he said, “O man greatly loved, fear not, peace be with you; be strong and of good courage.”   (Daniel 10:11, 19 ESV)

Man greatly loved . . . that was Daniel. And the sense here is not “greatly loved” in that God had always loved Him as evidenced by the manner in which God had worked in and through him . . . but that God was crazy in love with this man because of how Daniel had allowed God to work through him. The idea of the word “greatly loved” is that of being delighted with . . . of being regarded of value and beauty . . . of being precious to someone (NLT) . . . of being highly esteemed (NIV).

Daniel had gone through it all . . . had spoken what need to be spoken . . . had stood fast when standing fast was required . . . had endured what needed to be endured . . . such that king after king recognized that Daniel’s God was the God above all gods . . . that Daniel’s God was the establisher of thrones and the Sovereign over every rule. Talk about living to the glory of God . . . and as such he was a man greatly loved by God.

You know, my tendency so often is to take the great characters like Daniel and project myself into their lives . . . to set them up as examples for how I should live. But I was challenged recently to see these great servants of God in the Old Testament as being foreshadows of the greater Servant, Jesus. Jesus is the greater Moses . . . Jesus is the greater David . . . and I’m thinking this morning of how Jesus is the greater Daniel.

Sent from heaven’s glories to earth’s darkness to be light. Divested of the “clothing” of His heavenly home and instead robed in flesh . . . the Creator taking on the form of the creation . . . and in essence submitting Himself as a servant. In the world, but determined not to be of the world . . . amidst the defilement but with spot . . . eating with publicans and sinners yet never participating in the way of publicans and sinners. Walking the dusty paths of earth yet never detached from heaven . . . just as Daniel prayed three times a day, so the Son of Man would find time alone to commune with the Father. Standing before the thrones of those with earthly power . . . revealing truth . . . yet thrown in the lion’s den. But unlike Daniel, He did not emerge without a scratch . . . instead He bore the stripes for my sin . . . He endured the suffering to atone for my shame . . . He suffered death that I might not fear it. And though He suffered, yet, like Daniel who emerged from the lions den, my Savior rose from the grave . . . left behind the grave clothes . . . was resurrected in glorious power.

My Lord and Savior, Jesus the Son of God, is a man greatly loved . . . by the Father . . . and by this sinner saved through wondrous grace.

To Him be glory alone . . . amen?

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Love Being in the Love of God!

I love being bilingual . . . I can do Thanksgiving in two languages . . . Canadian and American . . . gotta’ love it. Sleep in a bit . . . move around a little slower in the morning . . . linger a little longer over the Word and the One from whom all blessings flow. How good is our God? Really good! Amen? Not just in the easy times . . . but in the not so easy, as well . . . He is always good . . . always faithful . . . and this morning He gave me a command to obey which is a delight and a joy . . .

But you, beloved, building yourselves up in your most holy faith and praying in the Holy Spirit, keep yourselves in the love of God, waiting for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ that leads to eternal life.   (Jude 20, 21 ESV)

“Keep yourselves in the love of God” . . . how’s that for a command to obey? Who’s in?

Guard . . . take care of . . . attend to carefully . . . your position enveloped in the agape of Theos ! Ok, I will! . . . how?

It’s right there . . . build . . . pray . . . wait.

I keep myself in the love of God when I’m attending to building up my most holy faith. How do I do that? Feed on His word, saint. It is the word of the life . . . it is the food of the faithful . . . it is the living, inspired, Word of God. To be be built up in the things of God requires feeding on the food of God. Consistently being in the Word keeps things fresh . . . keeps things real . . . and, my experience has been, keeps things growing. The Book is a dynamic, living Book. Not that it changes . . . not that is means something different today than yesterday . . . but that it contains the mind of God. And if “as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts” (Isa. 55:9) . . . then why would it be surprising that we cannot tap the depths of His revealed Word in this lifetime (or because the next) . . . why would we not expect that as long as we continue feeding and drinking on the Word that the Word will satisfy and that we will be built up in our most holy faith?

Secondly, in order to keep myself in the love of God, I am to be praying in the Holy Spirit. Mine is to, by His grace, cultivate ears to hear the voice the Spirit . . . and to walk in the Spirit . . . that my prayers might be orchestrated by the Spirit. The God of heaven living in me through His Spirit would have my heart tuned to the things of heaven . . . and His ways on earth . . . such that when I pray, I’m not the one leading the dance, but instead following the lead of the Spirit infused within me . . . that when I pray, I pray according to His will . . . that when I pray, I desire His glory alone.

So . . .I build up my faith through the Father’s abiding Word . . . I engage with heaven as I pray in the Spirit’s enabling power . . . and lastly, according to Jude, I anticipate the ultimate outpouring of mercy as I wait for the Son’s imminent return. Jesus is coming soon. As I get older that I may know His coming through “the valley” or might witness it as He comes in “the sky” doesn’t really matter . . . it’s getting closer. That’s the “home run” for me . . . to know in a raised, immortal body the full experience of the eternal life I know possess by faith. To be translated from this corrupted foreshadow of all the Creator desires for His creation and be delivered in a place, and before a Person, that will be my delight for eternity. How does not anticipating the prize not keep us in the love of God?

Keep yourselves in the love of God! Keep building up your faith through My blessed Word . . . keep yourself aligned to who you are in Christ as you pray in My Holy Spirit . . . keep your eye focused on the hope before you when you will behold My blessed Son! Yes, LORD . . . and again, Yes!!!

Don’t you love being in the love of God?

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The Living God

Kind of surprised me. I would have thought the term would have been found more often in the Scriptures. Found 13 times in the New Testament, only 15 times in all of the Old Testament. This morning I encountered it twice as I continued my reading in the book of Daniel. Get out the blue colored pencil . . . underline it . . . my God is THE LIVING GOD!

Not quite sure why it jumped off the page as I was reading Daniel 6 . . . perhaps because of the contrast to the gods being worshiped in Daniel 5. In chapter 5 the worshipper is King Belshazzar, the son of Nebuchadnezzar, the most powerful man on earth. He puts on a big party . . . invites a thousand people . . . and the only thing bigger than the feast he’s hosting is his ego. He starts in on the wine and then gets an idea, “Bring me the vessels of gold and of silver that my dad took from the temple in Jerusalem . . . it’s fitting that I should be drinking from the cups made for the God of Israel.” And so he drinks from the consecrated vessels . . . and he passes them around to his lords, his wives, and his concubines to drink from. And as they drink from the holy cups made to be used in service before the holy God, they instead “praised the gods of gold and silver, bronze, iron, wood, and stone” (5:4). Or as Paul might say, “they worshiped and served created things instead of the the Creator” (Rom. 1:25 NLT).

Real live people praising inanimate objects. Kind of has a way of boosting the old self-esteem when you can hold the god of gold in your hands . . . when you can command the god of silver to be used to satisfy the intoxicating desires of your over-inflated sense of self-worth. When your god is something you can control, it makes you bigger than the god. But Belshazzar is called out by “the Most High God” who “rules the kingdom of mankind and sets over it whom He will” (5:21) . . . “the God in whose hand is your breath, and whose are all your ways” (5:23). In lifting up the god of gold, this brash king was lifting up himself “against the Lord of heaven” (5:23) . . . the living God . . . bad move!

Cue Darius the Mede . . . successor to Belshazzar the dead. You don’t get the sense that Darius has too much ego . . . just not enough smarts. He’s tricked into throwing his highest held official, Daniel, into a den of lions. This Daniel who Darius knew to be “faithful, and no error or fault was found in him” (6:4) . . . this Daniel who God knew to be faithful as he had served under three pagan kings in a foreign land in a way that was true to the King of his homeland . . . this Daniel who was condemned to die because he relentlessly sought, faithfully trusted, and continually served the living God.

And the morning after the night before when he has Daniel deposited with the carnivores, Darius rushes to the lions and den and in anguish cries out, “O Daniel, servant of the living God, has your God, whom you serve continually, been able to deliver you from the lions?” You know the answer . . . Yup!

But what gets me is Darius’ recognition of the nature of Daniel’s God . . . that He is a living God!

Gold and silver make lousy gods. But the living God is the God who delivers from destruction. He is not a god that we can manipulate at will to satisfy our cravings, but He is the Sovereign God . . . omniscient . . . omnipresent . . . omnipotent. He is the King of all kings . . . He is the Lord of all lords.

. . . for He is the living God,
             enduring forever;
     His kingdom shall never be destroyed,
             and His dominion shall be to the end.
    He delivers and rescues;
    He works signs and wonders
             in heaven and on earth . . . (Daniel 6:26b-27a ESV)

To Him be all glory . . . forever and ever . . . amen!

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The Elect Lady

We don’t know much about her. John addresses her as “the elect lady” . . . or, in the Greek, elektos Kuria . . . some think that Kuria was her given name. That the lady was named Lady . . . that Lady was truly a lady in the fullest sense of the word. Regardless, she was elect . . . chosen by God . . . before the foundation of the earth determined to be brought into relationship with the Living Sovereign through the agency of the Holy Spirit based on the perfect Person and finished work of Jesus Christ.

And from John’s short letter you know that she had a heritage for her sister was also elect (v.13) . . . and that she had a legacy as her children walked in the truth (v.4). You sense that she had a reputation for hospitality . . . that she was quick to open her house to those of the family of God. And you also know that she held a special place in the heart of the elder John who wanted to connect with, to see her face to face, that their joy would be made complete (v.12).

So why am I a bit fixated on Kuria, the elect lady, this morning?

Almost twenty-four hours ago another elect lady was greeted . . . she was welcomed home. She was received by the One who had called her . . . redeemed her . . . infused her with His Spirit . . . and was glorified through her. She had lived for Him . . . served Him . . . taught others about Him . . . and, by His grace, with her husband raised a family of children who also are “walking in the truth” in Him . . . and now she is with Him.

While death is all around us, there is something that hits close to home when it involves the promotion of a saint into glory with whom you have known fellowship . . . one that taught in the Sunday School classroom across from you . . . one that you were privileged to talk to from time to time after class and know the passion and joy she had for teaching young children the old, old story. To think of the smile that so graced our church family now bringing the Savior pleasure is the stuff that makes our faith real . . . our hope so alive.

And while we grieve the separation . . . while the adjustment to her absence will be difficult . . . His grace will be sufficient.

So this morning I think of the elect Kuria. She whom the Savior loved in truth . . . loved to the uttermost . . . loved to the giving of His own life for hers.

I rejoice that the elect Lady has been translated from walking by faith to worshiping by sight . . . that the Master no longer is revealing Himself to her through the Spirit’s illumination of His Word through paper and ink, but that Kuria now beholds Him face to face . . .

. . . so that our joy may be complete. (2John 12b)

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The Revealer

Never fails to happen . . . there is always a joy and excitement about hitting the book of Daniel . . . like when the kids come home from Christmas . . . it’s familiar territory to them . . . they like finding things decorated and in place as they’ve always been . . . but there’s a freshness, a wide-eyed re-encounter that puts a bit of electricity in the house. The themes in these opening chapters of Daniel are familiar, touchstones that have been used to ground my life for years . . . like purposing in my heart to not defile myself with the kings food (1:8) . . . like being reminded that Daniel’s favor with men and his meteoric rise to the top of the class was less about him and all about God’s divine hand upon His life (1:9, 17) . . . like being repeatedly told that God is the God of heaven (2:18, 19, 28, 37, 44) . . . and finally, of being reminded that my God is the Revealer of Mysteries (2:28, 47).

A Revealer of Mysteries. The One who can make known the unknown. He who can take the hidden thing and bring it to light. That’s our God.

Usually what captures me about this thought is that, by His grace, I have been the recipient of such revelation of mystery. Through the Word of God . . . by the illumination of the Spirit of God . . . I have been allowed some level of understanding into the mysteries of God. True enough . . . but funny how I tend to think about me. This morning my thoughts tend to be more about Him, the Revealer.

What has my awe-o-meter kicking over to the right hand side is that He is the God who knows the mysteries. He is the Revealer because, in many cases He is the Author. He is the Revealer because, in all cases, He is the One who knows everything . . . my God is omniscient . . . the God of heaven is all-knowing. And there’s something about that alone which inspires worship . . . and brings about peace.

Sure, I like to know “what’s behind the curtain.” I want to be brought into the inner circle. I, as much as the next guy, like to have things figured out. But, as I sit hovering over this story of a king with a bad dream, a bad attitude, and a sad bunch of magicians, enchanters, and sorcerers, I’m grabbed less by the revelation then I am by the Revealer. That He knows . . . that His realm of understanding and insight so dwarfs that of kings and prophets and this guy sitting in this chair . . . that He is the Possessor of all truth and Knower of all secrets. He is . . . the Revealer!

Amazing God!

So this morning, though there are many mysteries I might like to have made known to me, I rest in that I know the Revealer of Mysteries. Whether He chooses to allow me to “interpret the dream” or not, it’s enough to know that He knows . . . and to trust in Him even when I don’t know . . . and to rest in Him who will reveal mysteries according to His will . . . and in line with His perfect timing . . . and all for His glory. Amen?

“Blessed be the name of God forever and ever,
      to Whom belong wisdom and might.
He changes times and seasons;
      He removes kings and sets up kings;
He gives wisdom to the wise
      and knowledge to those who have understanding;
He reveals deep and hidden things;
He knows what is in the darkness,
      and the light dwells with Him.
To you, O God of my fathers,
      I give thanks and praise . . . (Daniel 2:20-23a ESV)

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Christ in Me

I’m not really that familiar with it (like not at all), but I know that there’s a whole genre of video game, I’m guessing a multi-million dollar industry, obsessed with winning the battle. That there are a lot people . . . I’m guessing mostly boys and men — don’t know personally of any women . . . who will spend hours and hours, and dollars and dollars in equipment and game accessories, in order to simulate doing battle and coming out victorious. But this morning I’m reminded of the reality that I don’t need a video game to enter a battle . . . I don’t need some fake simulation to enter the fray . . . I don’t need shoot-em-up special effects to take down strongholds . . . I’m pretty much promised to enter enemy territory, in real life, every day. And my weapon of choice? The ultimate assurance of victory? Christ in me.

For everyone who has been born of God overcomes the world. And this is the victory that has overcome the world–our faith. Who is it that overcomes the world except the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God?    (1John 5:4-5 ESV)

Repetition attracts attention. Three times in these two verse I encounter the word “overcome.” The word in the original is built off a root word for “victory.” To overcome is to “get the victory” . . . to conquer . . . to prevail . . . to subdue. It implies conflict . . . it reminds of only two outcomes to a battle — win or lose . . . it presupposes an enemy. My enemy, also mentioned three times in these two verses, is “the world.”

There is a system out there that is counter-Kingdom. A way of thinking . . . an approach to doing life . . . a set of societal and moral norms . . . which are in opposition to the those who are born of God. Last night in our men’s study, as we talked about the book of Proverbs, we were reminded that the world takes on the nature of a seductress . . . enticing words . . . big promises . . . a deadly trap. Mine is to come out swinging . . . to engage in hand-to-hand battle . . . to recognize the conflict and stand fast against the world’s allure.

My weapon? Not my ninja skills . . . not some immense fire power I can put together . . . not my military intelligence. Nope . . . what I bring to the battle is Christ living through me.

By faith I overcome the world. Not that the power is in MY faith . . . but in the object of that faith. Galatians 2:20 reminds me that it’s not me who enters the battle . . . for “I have been crucified with Christ” . . . dead to any thought that I’ve got what it takes to subdue such a formidable enemy. “It is no longer I who live by Christ who lives in me” . . . I can overcome because He overcame . . . I can stand fast because He is the Rock of my salvation . . . I can conquer because He is the King leading the charge. “And the life I know live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me” . . . I’m going to finish up here . . . shower . . . head out of this house . . . and spend my day in “enemy territory” . . .and I will do so by faith in the Son of God . . . that He who loved me will live through me by His blessed Holy Spirit.

That’s my not so secret weapon . . . Christ in me.

Christ Jesus is the One who died–more than that, Who was raised–Who is at the right hand of God, Who indeed is interceding for us . . . in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.    (Romans 8:34, 37 ESV)

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Filled with the Fragrance

Sometimes I go back in my e-journal and wonder what I wrote concerning a passage in a previous year’s devo. This morning I went back looking for this one . . . John 12:1-12 is one of my favorite passages . . . and this is one of my favorite posts. I re-read it this morning for my pleasure and to spur my meditation . . . recycling it hopefully for your encouragement . . . might we both be “filled with the fragrance” . . .

It never ceases to amaze me . . . never fails to cause me to pause and reflect . . . never loses its “awe-factor” as I try and picture in my mind’s eye (and nose) what it must have been like to have been there . . . and seen it happen . . . and smell it happen. I’m referring to those encounters with Jesus, recorded in the gospels, where He was anointed with costly aromatic oils by women who longed to touch Him and to shower upon Him extravagant worship. And, as I hover over the account in John 12 this morning, there is a desire to be filled with the fragrance.

Jesus is once again in the home of Mary, Martha, and Lazarus . . . Lazarus the alive guy. And Jesus is around the supper table with His disciples and Lazarus . . . enjoying, no doubt, some sweet fellowship . . . when in walks Mary. And Mary finds her way to the feet of Jesus . . . that seems to be the setting on her “Jesus GPS” . . . “home”, for Mary, is at the feet of Jesus (Luke 10:39, John 11:32).

Mary therefore took a pound of expensive ointment made from pure nard, and anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped His feet with her hair.  The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.   (John 12:3)

The house was filled with the fragrance. Ya’ think? Who hasn’t experienced coming across some lady who’s overdone it a bit with the perfume? Just a little dab too much and you can kind of smell her coming a mile way . . . and for mile after she’s left. So what’s the aroma like in the house after Mary has dumped a pound of perfume over Jesus. It’s everywhere! This simple, yet “no-holds-barred”, act of worship impacts everyone . . . not just those around the table . . . or in the room . . . but throughout the house. Everyone is made a participant in the adoration shown to Jesus . . . everyone is connected to this costly act of reverence and exaltation. To be in the house that day, was to have the smell of the anointed feet of Jesus burned almost permanently into your nostrils. Did Mary love Jesus? So much so you could smell the love.

And what about Jesus? If this is the same encounter as in Matthew 26, then not only did the pound of perfume find it’s way to His feet, but also over His head and entire body. Talk about your close encounters of the pungent kind. I have often thought that Jesus carried this anointing, done in preparation for His death, through the entire passion week . . . that all those who encountered Him that week . . . from those who arrested Him in the garden, to those who tried Him in the High Priests house, to those who beat Him, to those who nailed Him to the cross . . . that they all picked up on the aroma of costly perfume poured out on Him. His life literally a living sacrifice . . . His acceptable act of worship before the Father . . . as, in obedience, He completed the work He was sent to do. On Jesus too, you could smell the love.

But thanks to William MacDonald and his “Believer’s Bible Commentary” a new consideration was brought to my attention. What about Mary? She took that very costly oil of spikenard, anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped His feet with her hair. Now 1Corinthians 11 says that a woman’s long hair is her glory (1Cor. 11:15) . . . and Mary took her glory and used it to wipe aromatic oils upon Jesus feet. So what did her hair smell like afterwards? And for how long? Her hair was filled with the fragrance of her worship. Her act of sacrificial love shown to the Savior would linger with her for days . . . maybe weeks. Her long tresses hanging over her shoulder would constantly emit wisps of her desire for Jesus. At night when she tied back her hair before going to sleep she would again be reminded of the precious privilege that was hers to touch His feet and declare her allegiance to His holy name. As she got back into the swing of life and the daily routine, would she still, every now and then, catch a whiff of the aroma of the extravagant worship she had directed to the One who alone is worthy of worship? How long, after worshiping Jesus, would she smell the love?

Oh, to know intimate communion at the table with Jesus . . . to take up my place at the feet of Jesus . . . to hold nothing back in declaring my love to Him . . . to reach out with hands of faith and touch Him in worshipful adoration . . . to pour out upon Him the oils of praise . . . do you think it could result in a bit of an “after aroma”. I’m thinking so! Oh, to be filled with the fragrance . . . for His glory . . . and my abiding joy . . . amen.

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