Good News For Us Moabites

As I write it’s roughly 3:00 in the afternoon of Good Friday. We know this to be the time the most important words ever inserted into the human narrative were spoken by our Savior-King from a Roman cross:

IT IS FINISHED!
This declaration is the warp and woof of our faith, the marrow of our redemption and meat of our salvation. This is the Gospel’s zenith moment (along with His resurrection and our own by the dunamis of the Holy Spirit) thus reversing, yea erasing, the damnable lie of our fallen human condition.

Speaking of reversal – which is the heart of this post – I want to illustrate ALL THAT JESUS DID by going back in time and to another dispensation (I use the word guardedly as I am not a classic dispensationalist) to elicit an Old Testament example of how things stood under Law for centuries…and how Jesus reversed it in a weekend.

But first.

I loved preaching from the OT scriptures, and still do. I fear, however, that I preached much of it for many years without highlighting the Great Reversal that Jesus came to accomplish. I recall the many times I preached youth revivals laying the guilt on pretty thick with fiery expositions from the prophets but minus the encouragement that Jesus came to fulfill ALL the Law and has given us His new heart, a new living spirit, plus His Holy Spirit, His righteousness and the will and desire to walk in His ways (see Jeremiah 31:31,33 and Ezekiel 36:26,27).

May I never preach again without always bringing it back to the Gospel. Enough of leaving listeners with the impression they must do more, try more, sacrifice and give more to earn divine favor apart from the promises and benefits of the New Covenant. The earning is over. He reversed all that. 

For instance, if you read about Abraham’s sacrifice of Isaac and your only takeaway is that God demands we sacrifice our very best in order to merit righteousness, you’ve (and I’ve) missed it.

The point of this story was wholly prophetic. God called Abraham, the father of saving faith for all, to sacrifice his son – nothing new for someone who spent decades in a pagan religious system that often demanded child sacrifice. When God interrupted his worship service, He was foretelling a time when the people would no longer have to sacrifice daily and yearly for divine cleansing but that He would become the sacrifice that ends ours!

That’s the chief point of that story: a Day is coming when God will provide an end-all Sacrifice for humanity through His own Son of Promise. 

Am I saying we aren’t called on to lay our best on the altar at times? Of course not – but only in context of our worshipful response to His ultimate Sacrifice (see Romans 12:1), never as manipulation to earn favor. God reversed all that!

Oh! Just a thought: isn’t it telling when the author of Hebrews cites Abraham in his Hall of Faith, he doesn’t even mention the Genesis 22 story? It’s as if he’s saying that story is prophetic about Messiah Jesus – right down to the place (Moriah, the place of Jesus’ execution) and the MALE LAMB caught (Hebrew word meaning ‘stretched out’) in a wooden thicket!

But the story that I present as Exhibit A is the Law that states no Moabites are permitted in the assembly of the people when they present themselves to the Lord (see Deuteronomy 23:1-4). In the same passage we find those with deformities and disabilities are also excluded.

Wait. The disabled too? I mean, the Ammonites I get. The Moabites I have no problem understanding, given the reason. But me too?

You mean, God, if I’d been alive back then I’d be stopped at the gate and forbidden entry?

  1. Remember: when you’re reading the Old Testament and you come across a scripture that leaves you scratching your head and wondering about a Graceless God, what is He thinking, how can He be so cruel, etc., don’t forget to read it through the lens of the Great Reversal that is coming in the Paschal Lamb of God.
  2.  Also: I’m a big believer in the truth that we can never be absolutely amazed and blown away by grace until we are introduced to the absolute perfection and holiness of God. The Old Testament lays the groundwork for the Holiness of the Almighty – to prepare us for the Great Reversal. Not that He will lessen His standard of righteousness – oh no, never that! – but that He will take our treatment, wrath, reputation and curse on Himself…and give us His righteousness in return!

OH HALLELUIA!
So when you read this scripture about the Moabites, eunuchs, disabled and the like, just KNOW: God will reverse it. In fact, the most famous Moabite in biblical history will not only find her place with the people of God but she – Ruth – will have an entire book of the canon named for her!

Speaking of the Moabites and the Great Reversal, I leave you with this fascinating illustration of the New Covenant’s stunning reversal by John Phillips in his Commentary of Hebrews regarding that Deuteronomy 23 passage. I think it might just get you down on your face in worship for ALL JESUS DID in our redemption. I sure hope it does.

Selah, my once-Moabite friend.

MAY I GO IN THERE?

Imagine with me a Moabite of old gazing down upon the Tabernacle of Israel from some lofty hillside. This Moabite is attracted to what he sees so he descends the hill and makes his way toward the Tabernacle. 

He walks around this high wall of dazzling linen until he comes to a gate and at the gate, he sees a man.

“May I go in there?” he asks, pointing to the gate where all the bustle of activity in the Tabernacle’s outer court can be seen.

“Who are You?” demands the man suspiciously.

“I’m from Moab,” the stranger replies.

“Well, I’m very sorry, but you can’t go in there. You see, it’s not for you. The Law of Moses has barred the Moabite from any part in the worship of Israel until his tenth generation.”

The Moabite looks so sad and said, “Well, what would I have to do to go in there?”

“You would have to be born again,” the gatekeeper replies. “You would have to be born an Israelite, of the tribe of Judah, or of the tribe of Benjamin or Dan.”

“Oh, I wish I had been born an Israelite,” the Moabite says and as he looks again, he sees one of the priests, having offered a sacrifice at the brazen altar and the priest cleansed himself at the brazen laver and then the Moabite sees the priest enter the Tabernacle’s interior. “What’s in there?” asks the Moabite. “Inside the main building, I mean.”

“Oh,” the gatekeeper says, “That’s the Tabernacle itself. Inside it contains a lampstand, a table, and an altar of gold. The man you saw was a priest. He will trim the lamp, eat of the bread upon the table and burn incense to the living god upon the golden altar.”

“Ah,” sighs the Moabite, “I wish I were an Israelite so that I could do that. I would so love to worship God in there and help to trim the lamp and offer Him incense and eat bread at that table.”

“Oh, no, the gatekeeper hastens to say, “even I could not do that. To worship in the holy place one must not only be born an Israelite, one must be born of the tribe of Levi and of the family of Aaron.”

The man from Moab sighs again, “I wish that I had been born of Israel of the tribe of Levi of the family of Aaron,” and then, as he gazes wistfully at the closed Tabernacle door, he says, “What else is in there?”

“Oh, there’s a veil. It’s a beautiful veil I’m told and it divides the Tabernacle in two. Beyond the veil is what we call ‘the Most Holy Place’… ‘the Holy of Holies.’”

“What’s in the Holy of Holies?” the Moabite asks.

“Well, there’s the sacred chest in there and it’s called the Ark of the Covenant. It contains holy memorials of our past. Its top is gold and we call that the mercy seat because God sits there between the golden cherubim. Do you see that pillar of cloud hovering over the Tabernacle? That’s the Shekinah glory cloud. It rests on the mercy,” said the gatekeeper.

Again, a look of longing comes over the face of the Moabite man. “Oh,” he said, “if only I were a priest! How I would love to go into the Holy of Holies and gaze upon the glory of God and worship Him there in the beauty of His holiness!”

“Oh no!” said the man at the gate. “You couldn’t do that even if you were a priest! Only the high priest can enter the Most Holy Place. Only he can go in there. Nobody else!”

The heart of the man from Moab yearns once more. “Oh,” he cried, “If only I had been born an Israelite, of the tribe of Levi, of the family of Aaron. If only I had been born a high priest! I would go in there every day! I would go in there three times a day! I would worship continually in the Holy of Holies!”

The gatekeeper looked at the man from Moab again and once more shook his head. “Oh now,” he said, “you couldn’t do that! Even the high priest of Israel can go in there only once a year, and then only after the most elaborate preparations and even then only for a little while.”

Sadly, the Moabite turned away. He had no hope in all the world of ever entering there!

“. . . Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus, by the new and living way that he opened for us through the curtain, that is, through his flesh, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith 

(Hebrews 10:19-22).”
Here it is, a tremendous word of welcome, extended to Jew and Gentile alike, to come on in and worship, not in the holiest place of the human tabernacle, but into the Holy of Holies in heaven itself “by the blood of Jesus.”

Sunday Podcast: Advent Meditation #4: Jesus, the Photograph of God

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In today’s episode:

Colossians 1:15
He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation.

Last week’s episode featured the page in the Nazareth family album dedicated to Mary, Messiah’s mother. It was her courage and selflessness that the Godhead saw and endorsed with the full weight of heaven’s glory. It was her amen that ended the petitions of God-fearing saints since the prophecy of Messiah way back in the Garden…

Today, fittingly, on this Sunday of Christmas week, let us flip another page in the Nazareth family album and zero in on the photograph of Messiah Himself: Jesus, who is the Christ…

The first century followers in Palestine had the luxury of God Himself walking among them. What of us in the twenty-first century? How can we say “Come and see” and make it believable and effectual…?

Running Time: 22m, 37s

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My Apologies!

Because the recording was done in a special place (which I’ll explain in the podcast) instead of the better acoustics of my home, the quality may not be up to snuff – though still listenable! My voice, cadence and content are entirely my fault, however.

Bring Him Home

Sandy and I saw Colm’s signature performance as Jean Valjean in Les Misérables on Broadway for our 10th wedding anniversary in 1993. Our little boy would have been three years old at the time, and – we would never have guessed that this, one of Les Mis’s most-beloved ballads – would have deeper meaning for us by the time our little boy had become a man of 24 – just last year.

The song’s story is that Valjean has taken young Cosette into his care as a promise to Fantine, the child’s prostitute mother, now deceased. When Cosette grows into young womanhood, she falls for the handsome rebel, Marius. Valjean is unsuccessful in his attempts to keep the two separate and, in time, develops a fatherly love for Marius.

Bring Him Home is the prayer of Valjean, sung over the sleeping Marius who insists on fighting with the rebel army at the barricade. Valjean knows they are outmanned and outgunned and the battle will result in great loss. He begs God to spare Cosette’s young man – and his ‘son’ – offering himself to die, if necessary, in the place of Marius.

Its a ‘box of tissue’ type of ballad, emoting on multiple planes. For my wife and me, it bespeaks of our labor and loss with our only child, Graham.

A week before Christmas last year, Graham lost in his battle with his mean world but gained in the end, beating devil and damnation by the grace of God, and entered the bliss of his heavenly home. On the very day we were finding air fares for his imminent Christmas visit, we learned of his unnatural demise, and by the end of the same day, Sandy was touching down in the Twin Cities of Minnesota.

When the medical examiner finished his investigation and released Graham’s body, Sandy would not arrange for her return flight until she knew her boy was in flight and en route to his final resting place in Georgia. There was no way in God’s creation she was going to leave him behind!

Our son had spent the remaining months of his life with his biological family, but his ‘home’ was with us and the full life he had forged in Georgia. While his Minnesota family was gracious in their agreement with the arrangements, as we knew they would be, it was indelibly important to us…that we bring him home.

In the years God gave us with Graham – good and bad – our prayer, like Valjean’s for Marius, was always and ever that His grace would bring our child Home. Graham ran as far and fast as he could in the other direction at times, but in the end, hidden beneath tattoos and wounds and scars and self-hatred, was a soft place where God lived and latched onto our boy. And, because of it, our prayer was answered.

God brought him Home.

God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there.

He is young
He’s afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.

He’s like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son;
The summers die
One by one,
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
And will be gone.

Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young,
He is only a boy.

You can take,
You can give
Let him be
Let him live.

If I die, let me die
Let him live, bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.