Tag: Worship

home home.

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Headed home from the hospital after an 8-day stay. All praise to Jesus! So many miracles happened! As God does.

Now Hagar represents Mount Sinai in Arabia and corresponds to the present Jerusalem, for she is in slavery with her children. But the Jerusalem above is free, and she is our mother.

Galatians 4:25-26, CSB

If you visit Jerusalem today, you will see a people who are the spiritual offspring of Hagar — born of the flesh, after the flesh. The Lord loves them and longs for them to open their eyes (2 Cor 3:14-15), but for now, they choose to wander the spiritual wasteland of blindness and deafness.

BUT THERE IS A HEAVENLY JERUSALEM (v26). That City will one day supplant the present one. It is spiritual and heavenly, populated by people who know and are known by the Lord Jesus Christ — whose names are written in heaven (Heb 12:23). Saved Jews and Gentiles. Every tribe and tongue. Righteous people, made perfect by the sacrifice of the Lamb, worshipping their King in reverence and awe.

the jerusalem above

Followers of Jesus Christ are looking for that City (Heb 11:16), not at all satisfied with this one. We are ascending — up, up, up — climbing ever upward until the day we top that final hill and behold the City of God spread out before our eyes: shining and beautiful, surrounded by a myriad of angels, all dressed out for the festival of the ages.

It took valleys and deserts to cross to get here (Psa 84:6), but there she is — a multi-faceted jewel, the eternal dwelling place of God our Father and Jesus our Brother. The Holy Spirit is its everlasting Light.

When we fix our eyes and affections on this “Jerusalem” instead, we forget that we have been set free and saved for another Country altogether. We turn to graven images and works of the flesh, practicing an artificial religion that promises some attachment to the heavenly — but all it does is detach us from our True Country.

We soon realize that lifeless religion, empty rituals, and sad attempts at tower-building are futile. So we settle. We reach for shiny things on the ground — in the dirt, in the mud — and pretend we are happy. But the heart is deceitful and wicked, and no amount of playing in the dirt will appease our empty souls.

Weren’t we once “children of promise” (v28)? Why are we in the pig sty rooting around for corn cobs when my Father’s House has fatted calves and wide open spaces? Why am I wearing a yoke of slavery when I’m meant for a robe of righteousness (Gal 5:1)? Why am I severing myself from Christ (Gal 5:4) when I’m supposed to be dancing in the House of God (Gal 5:13)?

When did I stop ascending and start descending? I was making progress. Who bewitched me (Gal 3:1)?

There is good news. In the present Jerusalem is a holy spot where the Christ of Glory became the Lamb of sacrifice. He was slain upon a Jerusalem tree by a Jerusalem mob, but was raised to life inside a Jerusalem tomb. He then ascended to the Heavenly Jerusalem and told us He is preparing a place for us.

Don’t forget your true homeland. The present “Jerusalem” is not your home. You are commanded to come out of it (Rev 18:4) and set your sights on the City whose builder and maker is God. Look away to the heavens, Child of God — there is nothing for you here. Your help comes from heaven (Psa 121:1-2). Your birth certificate is in heaven. The census of heaven has your name on it.

C. S. Lewis wrote in The Weight of Glory: “We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”

He’s promised us a holiday at the sea. Pack your bags and get hoofing! The journey ahead won’t always be pleasant — at times it will be fraught with scaries and peril — but it is the only journey worth taking. Soon we’ll crest the last rise, and there She will be: the heavenly Jerusalem, spread out wide and wonderful, all dressed up for our arrival.

Just think of stepping on shore
and finding it heaven;
of touching a hand and finding it God’s;
of breathing new air and finding it celestial;
of waking up in Glory and finding it Home.

— “Finally Home,” Don Wyrtzen

taking it home

The hospital doctor came into my room this morning with good news: “I think I can confidently say that you are going home today.” It’s been a comedy of errors getting discharged, but as God does, He has a reason for everything. I’ve enjoyed my time with the doctors, nurses, and techs who have graciously cared for me. I’ve tried to shine Christ to each one — three asked for a copy of my book! — learning all their names and blessing each. For me, hospitalizations have become second business. First business is living Jesus in front of people who face death every day.

I came in with the onset of sepsis and infection spreading through my body. Multiple blood clots in my lower legs were also discovered — hello, Eliquis — contributing to my issues. The bottom line: I have been unwell since October. But I feel I’ve been gone over with a fine-tooth comb, and wherever problems surfaced, they have been addressed, one by one. I am so thankful for the hope of better health. And now I get to go home. Not home home. But home.

Home home is the one on my radar. This lower Jerusalem, for all its hardships and unpleasantries, has also afforded me quick gulps of Glory and glimpses of the land of our inheritance — if you squint hard enough.

On earth as it is in heaven…

Soon, Shahd will be here for my bed bath. Sandy will arrive and get me dressed and ready for the short trip home. Not home home. But for now, just home is good enough.

Selah, beloved.

making room for the supernatural this christmas

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Luke’s account of the nativity includes the famous “no room” clause that deftly adds to the drama of the story1. When Joseph knocked on the door of Bethlehem Inn, he and his virgin bride, great with child, were turned away and forced to find lodging elsewhere. No room. Adding to their hardship, the Firstborn2 Son of God was more than eager to become the firstborn son of Mary and Joseph, while every jostle and bump on the back of the donkey was no joyride for the young mother-to-be!

Dr. Luke, being an ever so meticulous researcher and orderly chronicler of history, thoroughly interviewed eyewitnesses, organized his sources, dated events by Roman rulers, and employed precise geographical and medical terminology in his writing. Yet this careful historian, so committed to recording every detail, had no problem addressing the supernatural and fitting it seamlessly into his archival record.

In the same region, shepherds were staying out in the fields and keeping watch at night over their flock. Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them…(Luke 2:8-9)

Imagine a respectable journalist reporting on an event of such nature today, and matter-of-factly including signs and wonders in their report as if it was the most normal thing. That’s essentially what Luke did. Visiting angels, angelic choirs, virgin birth, prophecies and fulfillments—all are arranged equally alongside his historical accounting. These supernatural elements are nothing unusual to Luke, and yet they mean everything! Mixed seamlessly with political, socioeconomic, geographic, and historical details are heavenly interventions relayed to us as factual, without disclaimer or apology.

“Without the supernatural, there is no Christmas, and there is no gospel.”

Alastair Begg, Let Earth Receive Her King

The main characters in the First Advent had one thing in common: they welcomed the supernatural to interrupt their ordinary lives. Simeon. Anna. The Magi. And, of course, Mary and Joseph, once the plan was disclosed3. But those who weren’t as welcoming—Herod, the priests, the innkeeper, most of Jerusalem4—had no clue what was happening around them. They missed everything: the visiting angels, the heavenly choirs, the guiding star.

One of the most supernatural Christmases I remember was sitting in our family’s den, listening to Joni Eareckson Tada’s Christmas album as lights from the Christmas tree cast an ethereal glow and the scents of cinnamon and clove filled the house. I silently wept because I had survived a back-breaking fall weeks earlier, and, though permanently paralyzed, was gifted with a multitude of reasons to rejoice. I was home. I was alive. And heavenly peace filled my heart.

You might not have read words like signs and wonders in that paragraph, but I assure you, the palpable presence of the Savior from heaven was as close to me as the reality of that silent night, holy night in Bethlehem all those years ago.

It could have been different; I could have been an embittered, angry young man, crippled with sadness and bemoaning my plight. I could have hurled curses from a hardened heart, demanding to be left alone. Or worse, plotting to take my life. It happens.

Instead, I humbly made room for Jesus. And He supernaturally sang to me through a quadriplegic, and I was healed. Heaven came down, and glory filled my soul. I might as well have heard the Lord Jesus say, “Rise, take up your mat and walk”5 in that moment. Perhaps, in some small way, I did.

Advent begins in darkness, but ends in light. So let it. Anxiety, sadness, loneliness, grief, and despair are all part of the season for many, perhaps yourself. But if you’re open — if you have a room to spare — the heavens will open up and you might just hear the worshiping choir and witness the glory of God6.

Selah, beloved. Merry Christmas!

  1. Luke 2:7 ↩︎
  2. Colossians 1:15 ↩︎
  3. Luke 2:25-32; Luke 2:36-38; Matthew 2:1; Luke 1:26-38; Matthew 1:19-25 ↩︎
  4. Matthew 2:3-8; Luke 2:7 ↩︎
  5. Mark 2:11 ↩︎
  6. Luke 2:9 ↩︎

keeping jesus out in front

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Crazy times, huh?

We know all about mourning in lonely exile down here, don’t we? It’s pretty hard to feel at home in a place that feels so strange nowadays.

The Magi found themselves 1000 miles from home, guided by a shining phenomenon in the sky. Step by step, mile after mile, they kept Jesus out in front for the long haul, following yonder Star.

In time, they arrived at the crossroads of two kingdoms: one in Jerusalem, and the other in Bethlehem. Just so, we awaken each morning and look out on a virtual world that is unyielding and doesn’t keep its promises. Then, as quickly as flipping a switch, we breathe a prayer and find ourselves in the true world of God, a world that is full of Promise, where the Light shines.

A traveling evangelist, John Jacob Niles, happened upon a small North Carolina town years ago when he heard the haunting melody of a song from a “tousled, unwashed blonde, and very lovely” girl. Niles could only understand three lines of verse in her Appalachian dialect:

I wonder as I wander out under the sky,
How Jesus the Savior did come for to die.
For poor on’ry people like you and like I…

He was struck with an idea to expand the lyrics with his own and create a hymn for Advent. The rest is history.

“It’s an unusual song, compelling in its simplicity and musicality. Unlike many carols that ring with joviality, it is set an a minor key, and its final note rings out, unresolved – a fitting tone for lyrics that speak of wandering and wondering, rather than firm answers and clear resolution. In its own unique way, this mournful song captures something beautiful about the Christian life.”

– Kelly B Trujillo

This is a hard, minor key world.

It’s shadowy dark.

Scary at times.

Unpredictable most times.

Walter Brueggemann, in his Devotions For Advent, describes this venue as —

…a world of advertising, of ideology, of euphemism offer[ing] us endless phoniness that coerces and manipulates and invites into a virtual world that has no staying power. You cannot count on such a world, as it will turn on you and cost you dearly.”

We “wonder as we wander” how to best navigate these evil times and avoid such a painful cost.

Here is where the Magi might be of some help.

1. they saw something bigger than themselves and sacrificed everything to pursue it. (v2)

These Magi hailed from the faraway kingdom of Persia. Centuries earlier, Daniel was called a “chief of the Magi” (Dan 5:11) Such men were the embodiment of wisdom, the intelligentsia of the kingdom. To think they would travel so long (likely months) and so far (1000 miles) to visit a newborn is telling.

No doubt these Magi had studied the prophecies of Daniel. It seems likely they were well-versed in those parts that told of a Great King in Israel who would arrive under the SIGN OF A STAR.

…a star shall come out of Jacob,
and a scepter shall rise out of Israel

— Numbers 24:17

The treasures they brought — gold, frankincense, and myrrh — spoke of the unique character and quality of the King. He was a King, but not just any King. Jesus was a divine King, sent from the world of God, whose mission was to rob and plunder satan’s counterfeit kingdom and lead its captives through the doorway into a heavenly realm.

Melchior, Balthasar, and Caspar (if we are to trust tradition) were chasing the BIG STORY of God, keeping the Messiah out in front of their mission. Not even the religious and political power center of Jerusalem could deter them.

So long as they kept Jesus out in front, their steps were ordered, and the glory of God pinpointed where they needed to be.

Which brings me to a second guiding principle to aid us in navigating this tumultuous sod:

2. they stayed their course, guided by the Star, ignoring other competing voices. (v7-12)

Herod was an intimidating character. Extremely paranoid and jealous, he killed anyone whom he deemed a threat to his sovereignty. His veiled interest in a new king raised red flags for these God-seekers.

There are Herods even today who feel their kingdoms are threatened by this other King. They govern us, they have influence over us, they make policy for us, they threaten, force-feed, deceive, pretend, divide, oppress, and “trouble” us a million different ways.

Like the Magi, we must keep King Jesus in front of us. When cultural players and pretenders try to fill the screen of our vision, we must avert our attention and focus on the Light. We have to keep after him. Jesus is our telos.

This is an important truth: if the Lord knows you are on his side, he will guide you, teach you, draw you close, and reveal himself to you intimately. If your heart is bent in his direction, the Lord won’t let you miss him… Even if you get off course now and then.

Whoever has my commandments and keeps them, he it is who loves me. And he who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I will love him and manifest myself to him.

—John 14:21

The wise men traveled nearly 1000 miles, over the course of months, guided by a supernatural object in the sky. But the Star disappeared when they arrived Jerusalem. The Magi must have asked, “Where is the star? Where did it go? How do we finish the journey?”

Once they re-oriented their bearings to Jesus — the Star reappeared. Oh how they must have rejoiced!

Dear struggling saint, mourning in lowly exile here, trying so hard to follow yonder star, look up. Keep going. Stay the course.

If the supernatural has left your sky, know it’s not a fixed condition. Perhaps it wasn’t intentional, but nevertheless you have found yourself on a different path. The journey isn’t over. There’s a road out of where you are and Jesus is the Way.

And we have the prophetic word more fully confirmed, to which you will do well to pay attention as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the Morning Star rises in your hearts

—2 Peter 1:19

This Advent season — and beyond — let’s keep our bearings on Jesus. May he always be our blessed destination.

Selah, beloved. A Happy Advent to You and yours!