Out Of Silence: The Word

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When the first cry of the newborn Messiah trumpeted from that cattle stall in Bethlehem, four centuries of silence from heaven ended. And when it ended, it did so with a flourish! Angels sang, a king railed, a city was troubled, shepherds testified, cattle lowed, a prophet preached, saints rejoiced, astronomers inquired, and so on.

John’s gospel doesn’t give any information about the birth narrative of Messiah – and yet, in a telling way, he does. The disciple whom Jesus loved opens his record with the statement:

In the beginning was the WORD…

The Greek has it:

λογος.

The exhaustive testimony of God. The reference library of the Almighty.

This is how the writer of Hebrews opens his account, following the formula of John:

Long ago, at many times and in many ways, God spoke to our fathers by the prophets, but in these last days he has spoken to us by his Son, whom he appointed the heir of all things, through whom also he created the world.
Hebrews 1:1,2

On that Silent Night, Holy Night, while all the world in stillness lay and all of heaven held its collective breath, a mother spasmed and contracted and a baby’s cry split the night sky announcing to all of creation that God was with us. The Word had broken the silence.

God was ready to talk.

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Once upon a time…there was a Silent Kingdom.
The people of this kingdom had been cursed to live their lives in muted silence.
Little girls grew up to never hear their daddies or husbands say the words, “I love you.”
Babies came into the world without crying.
Try as they might, they just could not laugh or hear the sound of laughter.
Soon they forgot how.
There was no such thing as singing and choirs and storytelling.
The silence was awful.
Over time, because sound was not heard, their hearing had become dull. Because no one remembered how to speak, even writing became a thing of the past since no one could converse about what was written.
There was no revelation, no news, no stories, nothing at all to report.

In time, they grew apart, everyone going their own separate way, living isolated from each other.
To be reminded of their deafness by being around others was too much to bear.
The kingdom was full of sadness, despair and loneliness.

The very oldest among them, however, a very, very old man, was the last one who could even remember what sound sounded like.
One evening, he was out gathering sticks for a fire that could not crackle and spit and hiss, when he spied a bird in a nearby tree, and the most amazing thing happened!

The bird…chirped!

The very old man heard the sound and was so very stunned, he dropped the wood – and actually heard the clattering of the sticks as they spilled at his feet!

The old man ran to the nearest neighbor’s house – a very far run indeed – as fast as his very old legs could manage.
With each step he could hear as his feet pounded against the earth.
He so desperately wanted to tell everyone, not only WHAT he heard, but THAT he heard!

But the first neighbor could not hear his voice, he only saw his mouth move. This only frustrated the old man, so he continued on to the next house, then the next, but, sadly, it was the same wherever he went.
He didn’t know what to do.
He heard, and he wanted everyone to hear too.

The old man decided he would go back into the woods where he first saw the songbird.
He thought he might catch the bird and bring it into the village and the countryside.
What the old man did not know at the time, was a little girl followed him as he ventured back into the woods, quite intrigued by the old man’s actions.

When the old man got to the tree, he saw, to his great dismay, that the songbird had left.
He cried, “Little bird, come back!”
And when he said the words, the little girl heard!
The spell had been broken for her as well.
Then the old man understood.
It was not the songbird that broke the spell, but the tree itself!
You see, each and every generation had grown up in proximity to the tree, and could have discovered the secret, but only a few ever did.

The tree the old man and the little girl had found was an enchanted tree whose power could break the spell of silence every hundred years.
A bird would announce the day the spell was lifted and if someone was nearby to hear it, they could enjoy the sound either by themselves, or share its blessing with the rest of the village.
The old man and the little girl wanted everyone to hear!
Together they finally convinced all who would to come to the tree, and all who did could finally hear.
Those that would not be persuaded, however, lived in muted silence the rest of their days.

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This Advent, give thanks that our Lord drew near and spoke the word of comfort and joy and life to our heavy-laden hearts – and that you’ve heard the glad tidings. Like the shepherds, go and tell everyone what you’ve seen and heard. Tell of the Tree of Life and His desire to set everyone free.

If you have ears to hear, hear what the Lord says, and do it.

Amen.

Once Upon A Time In Bethlehem: A Love Story

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Today’s post is about the little town of Bethlehem, an unlikely couple, a willing Redeemer and a heroic ransom – and the story never once mentions Jesus. And yet, He’s everywhere.

It’s the story of a sweet, young outsider named Ruth and a man willing to risk everything by being with her – even his own reputation.

Of the five women mentioned in Jesus Christ’s genealogy (Matthew 1), one of the most revered is Ruth. Ruth was the great-grandmother of David…and Jesus, according to isaiah 11:1 is her greatest ‘descendant’.

The book bearing her name fits historically around the time of the judges. It has been suggested that the judge who graced Israel’s scene was Jair (Judges 10); some even point to an earlier time under Gideon. It was during Gideon’s chapter that the Midianites oppressed Israel for seven hard years – divine judgment for their disobedience – and a famine such as the one described in Ruth 1 could have resulted.

The saga of Ruth opens with the journey of a Jewish couple, Elimelech and Naomi, along with their two sons, as they leave their hometown of Bethlehem for the hilly country of Moab; they needed to jet because the famine in Israel was so great.

Moab, you recall, found its origin in an incestuous partnership between Lot and his daughters. The result was twins, Ammon and Moab. The progenitors of their respected people-groups trained their offspring to do two things:

  • hate, hate, hate Israel
  • run after pagan deities

Enter Ruth.

Ruth was from Moab’s line and had been raised in the murky cesspool of spiritual darkness, not unlike women under the oppressive Taliban rule. She was raised to serve Chemosh, an impersonal, vindictive deity referred to as the ‘destroyer‘ or ‘subduer‘ and recognized as the fish-god.

Naomi’s husband – a Jewish man – died in Moab; soon thereafter, her two sons who each married Moabite women – one of which was Ruth – also died. Naomi had the very sad misfortune of looking upon the grave plots of the only three men in her life. No wonder she preferred the nomenclature ‘bitter‘ (Ruth 1:20).

Adding to this, her sons’ marriages produced no children, thus Naomi faced life with two procured daughters-in-law who hailed from a foreign land.

News soon arrived that the famine was over in Palestine, and Naomi returned with the two girls in tow – three widows all. On the highway out of Moab, she felt it best for her two childless in-laws to return to their mothers and to their gods, but each protested – one more forcefully than the other.

It was Ruth (“Friendship“) who stayed with her mother-in-law while Orpah (“Stubborn“) took a second look at Moab and scurried back.

Without a doubt, what we’ve just covered and what’s to come in this story are some of the most shared yarns among the generations to follow among all the messianic stories.

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Ruth made the conscious choice to turn away from her gods, bloodlines and customs to embrace Naomi's God.

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Having taken place during the years of the judges, the story of Ruth transcends and contrasts with the inbred decay and moral corruption of Israel, a time when “every man did what was right in his own eyes“. Here is one from Moab – of all places – whose character stands in vivid contrast to the pathetic low-living of everyone else in Israel.

THE STORY OF RUTH IS ABOUT:

  1. Covenantal Love (Ruth 1:8-3:10)

  2. >In Rth 1:8 Naomi uses a distinctively divine word to describe the love she felt from her daughters-in-law. The word is ‘chesed‘ which denotes the attitude God has toward any promises He has made. It speaks of loyalty and covenant and unmerited favor. She prays that God will extend His covenant love to these foreign women as well.

    One of the over-arching themes of Ruth is to emphasize that Yahweh loves ALL humanity and His plan all along was to include all ethnicities in the narrative we know as His eternal love story.

    >In Rth 2:20, the word is used to describe the character of Boaz, the hero and archetypal Christ in the story.

    >In Rth 3:10, Boaz uses the word to compliment Ruth, and in the next verse calls her “a woman of noble character“.

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    The scenes shift swiftly in Ruth.

    Chapter 1 has the characters in the midst of a FAMINE, as we’ve already touched on.

    In chapter 2, the scene shifts to the FIELDS where Ruth “just happens” upon her kinsman redeemer.

    In chapter 3, we see Ruth at Boaz’ FEET, a curious but innocent custom of offering herself in betrothal to this good, heroic man of chesed.

    Finally, in chapter 4, we hold our breath at the drama of the transaction FEE (or, ‘bride price‘) for Ruth.

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  3. Redemptive Love (Ruth 4:8-10)

  4. In Hebrew, Boaz is called “go-el” or ‘kinsman redeemer’.

    >A kinsman redeemer was a close family relative who was called upon to right a wrong, so to speak, or to fulfill a covenant. For instance, if a woman’s husband died husband died, leaving her no male descendants, that husband’s brother would be called upon to marry her and be her “go-el” thus taking her and all her bills, property, children and possessions as his own, making himself responsible for her.

    >Or, if a family member sold their land to pay off a debt, the nearest blood-relative would buy back the property from the creditor and return it to his debtor relative.

    >And if a man was wrongfully murdered, the go-el would avenge the blood of the deceased.

    Now that Boaz’s “covenantal love” has been given to Ruth (Rth 3:9), there is nothing that will keep him from seeing it all the way through! There is no obstacle, no price so high that he will not be able and willing to meet the demand.

    He arranges a meeting with Ruth’s nearest living relative by marriage to her Jewish husband and offers him the first chance to redeem the land Naomi and Elimelech sold. The potential ‘go-el‘ says he will (Rth 4:4) – until Boaz reminds him that he must also take the widow Ruth to be his bride.

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    Incidentally, I see in this section a parallel with how the law is good and willing but unable to redeem the lost. The very best it can do is pass the baton to the true Kinsman Redeemer.

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    Her ‘go-el‘ reneges. If the story ends here, then Ruth is husbandless, childless, homeless and without hope for any future blessing. There would be no chesed for her. She would die in her condition, pitiful, unprotected. Since she was a Moabitess – an outsider, an alien – she would likely suffer cruelly at the hands of her adopted homeland.

    But this story has a “storybook” ending, a Christmassy feel-good conclusion. Boaz stands before the officials in Bethlehem and says,

    I will take Ruth, an alien, and all her baggage! I qualify as a near-relative, have the means, and the will to bring her to myself!”

    The custom in the earlier days if Israel’s history was for the go-el to take off one of his sandals and give it to the the true kinsman redeemer. The idea was transfer of ownership. In essence, before Boaz takes responsibility for her, Ruth was “owned” by someone who didn’t have the means – or the will – to see her redeemed from her situation, and was not going to change his demeanor or disposition.

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    When Jesus came to Bethlehem, He came with the intent of taking back ownership of all humanity from its despotic overlord. “I came to seek and save (as our go-el) that which is lost,” He said.

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    Think of it: when the Baby of Bethlehem came into the world, He came looking for a shoe.

    He met humanity’s evil overlord in the desert and, while the showdown produced no shoe (it wasn’t yet time), He then met him on a hill outside Jerusalem (when it was due time), leaving him no option but to surrender what our Kinsman Redeemer had come for.

    It was there that the world’s wicked tyrant relinquished the shoe, for when Jesus cried, “It is finished!” He held, as it were, the shoe in His crimson hands and proclaimed to all creation that the transaction was a done deal and those who lie in the shadow of His wing belong to Him forever.

That’s the Good News, my friend; the Glad Tidings of comfort and joy, peace and good-will.

Merry Christmas!

One Lion’s Roar

If you’ve followed my journey through the blog or in personal relationship, you are aware of the young men I’ve been blessed to mentor since 2011. God has not asked of me to shed my pastoral vestments – nor do I believe He ever will – and this fathering ministry has blessed me to no end!

Joshua is one of the Lord’s young “lions” for whom I’m taking responsibility and I’ve been his pastor since he was a young kid. Ask him and he’ll tell you he loves me but that I bored him to tears and death with my hour-long homilies on Sundays all those years ago. Thankfully, all that has changed. I’ve learned how to say more in less time and he’s learned not to fall asleep.

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Truly, Joshua is one of the most servant-hearted, respectful, and abandoned young men it’s been my pleasure to know. I’m having to accept the tough assignment of letting him go, however, but God has called and this lion is listening.

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I’m glad to share my brother with you in this post. Pray for him as he moves now into a more costly and defined season of his life. I could not be prouder of this young man if he were my own son.

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When did you first know that you were meant for the foreign mission field?

JV:As kids we dream about “what were going to be when we grow up”. Most kids say policeman or soldiers, but not me. When I was about four, I started telling everybody that I wanted to be an opera singing missionary. As time went on I dropped the opera singer part (Thank Goodness), and I eventually dropped the idea of being a missionary altogether. I became consumed by the “American Dream”. I wanted money, and an average life like everybody else instead of doing missions. I graduated high school and went to college with the goal to get a degree that will make me a lot of money.

After going to college I began smoking weed daily and became very complacent. I started skipping classes and eventually dropped out after a year. After dropping out, I realized that I was not where I needed to be with God and because of it my life was a mess. So I got a job doing septic work, and started to work on my relationship with God.

After working for the septic business I was presented with the opportunity to eventually take over the business. I thought my life was all planned, but God had other plans for me. After working for the septic company for a few months, I came in one morning as usual and just felt like I was doing something wrong. I couldn’t figure out what though. I prayed for about a week and finally I heard God. He told me I need to quit my job and go do mission work. It seemed so crazy at the time, but I felt like if I didn’t do it I was going to die. So I told God “ If my boss asks me how long I plan to work for him I’ll quit, right then and there”. And what do you think happened the very next morning? He asked that exact question.

So without even talking to a mission organization, I told him that in two months at the end of the year I was going to do mission work. Again, I quickly realized how crazy I was being. So I emailed the only mission group I knew: Frontline Missions. I got no reply for about a month; I started getting a little worried. Then about a week before Christmas I got a phone call saying they wanted to meet with me to talk. The interview went well and I started a one year internship.

Where have your mission exploits taken you?

JV: I spent one month in January/ February in Honduras; I spent a week in Honduras in April; I spent all of June and July in Honduras; and I spent two weeks in Guyana in November

You have been interning at Frontline for the past year. Tell us a little about Frontline and what this past year has meant to you personally.

JV: Oh goodness, this past year has been a learning experience! I have learned so much about different cultures, leadership, Spanish, people, and myself this year. I have learned what it means to be a servant. I learned what it looks like to live a life worthy of the calling. And most importantly, I learned a lot about God and who He is.

If you had your choice would you be a missionary permanently or as a part-time proposition? Could you picture yourself living full-time on a foreign field?

JV: If money was no problem I would do missions fulltime. I would go on trips all year round with Frontline Missions. I could even see myself living and serving in another culture, absolutely.

What has been the most difficult part of laboring on the foreign field?

JV: Learning how to help people without “American-izing” them. Often times when missions teams go into third world countries we try to do everything our own way, because we think it’s better. This past year has taught me how to respect the people we are working with. Instead of doing it our way we ask the people we’re working with how they do it. Often times it is more difficult but it helps us show the people respect, which helps build relationships.

How have you personally been challenged as you have taken the gospel to indigenous peoples?

JV: The most challenging part for me was learning to listen to God and his instruction. Usually my flesh argued with what God had to say. It was a real battle. There were times that God would tell me to do things that I didn’t want to do and it was tough to do them. But after I did what he said I felt such peace and joy.

In what ways have you personally witnessed the power of God as you have carried the gospel cross-culturally?

JV: Oh man, I have seen God show up this past year!!! I have seen a baby that had pneumonia so bad you could feel vibrations – like someone was scraping a wash board whenever she would breathe. We prayed and prayed and as soon as we were finished you couldn’t feel the vibrations anymore. I’ve seen the ‘shy and beaten down’ tribe of the Tolupan Indians rise up to the point where they were singing solos and preaching in their native language. There have been incredible things that couldn’t happen without God. I tend to be very skeptical about things, but I couldn’t argue with the things that happened.

What’s next for Joshua Vineyard? Going forward, where do you see yourself in the coming years?

JV:In the coming years I plan to do missions fulltime with Frontline Missions. I’m stepping out in faith and seeing what God does. If the Lord provides everything I need to keep doing mission work, then, that’s what I’m going to do. If he doesn’t provide, then I’ll brush the dust off my feet and seek where God wants me to be.

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