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The Story of Easter (Part 2)

It’s called Good Friday…but those who were there didn’t see anything good. At least, none of those who spent the last three years in his circle. Oh, how their thoughts must have swirled in their heads. How many times had he said it? All this talk about being betrayed and killed…it just didn’t make sense. And that time he talked about the temple being destroyed and then rebuilt in three days? And what about that childhood story of Jonah being in the fish for three days? What did any of that have to do with what now unfolded before them? What did he mean when he said that he would be lifted up so that he could draw all people to him?

It’s called Good Friday…so, what was good about it? It was a day of death. A day that witnessed the shedding of innocent blood. A day that, though prophesied and written about for centuries, caught those who were his closest friends off guard. A day where the sacrificial Lamb of God bore humanity’s transgressions…all of it. Every fiber of Jesus’ existence bearing every sin. Every. Single. One. That lie you told three years ago. Yes, Jesus bore that. That impure thought from yesterday. That was laid on the Son of God. That time you cheated on the math final in your senior year of high school. Yep, placed on the King of kings. The gossip that you helped spread that separated friends. Yes, that too. But it wasn’t just your sins. It was your neighbor’s. It was your boss’s. It was sin of that annoying guy at the gym. It was your father’s, brother’s, nephew’s, cousin’s, former roommate. (IYKYK) It was all added to the pile of vile wretchedness that, in a moment, caused a Son to experience an unbearable soul-crushing weight. 

It’s called Good Friday…and the battle for humanity has leveled up. The sky has darkened. In the middle of the day. For three hours. It’s not a solar eclipse. Clouds are not blocking the sun’s rays. It is the blackness of sin on a totally global scale. Satan and his minions are warming up for the grand finale. They can taste the impending victory. Triumph is in their grasp. It won’t be long now. When the moment arrives, three words are spoken. Barely audible. Separated by dying gasps of air. Three words…It is finished. And with that, the earth shakes, the veil is torn, and the Son of God is dead.

It’s called Good Friday…and the enemy, though he doesn’t understand those final three words, revels in victory. He took down the first Adam with a tree. And in the move of a lifetime, he took down the second Adam with…you guessed it, a tree. But he has an uneasy feeling this time around. It’s not like that first round. Though he is too arrogant to stop and give it any serious thought, there is something about those three words. It is finished. What do they mean?

It’s called Good Friday…because in just three days, those three words are going to take on a whole new meaning. It is finished. The redemptive work orchestrated by God the Father and fulfilled by God the Son is done. The betrayal. The anguish. The suffering. The death. All of it. The record of debt that stood against us? It is finished. The sin that lead to condemnation? It is finished. The sting of death? It is finished. Grave’s victory? It is finished.

It’s called Good Friday…because it is. 

The Story of Easter (Part 1)

It is Act 1 of the drama that will unfold over the next 60 hours. The man who for the last three years walked around teaching, among other things, that he was the Son of Man, Son of God, the promised Messiah, the Christ, the Anointed One, was now under arrest.

This arrest says everything about those who take him away. They slink in under the cover of darkness. The carefully selected opportunity is a secluded garden well known by Jesus and his disciples. Like a specials ops team appearing out of nowhere, the mob, armed with torches and swords, is suddenly there, surrounding the target. If one didn’t know better, one might think they were hunting down Frankenstein’s monster, not the one who healed the sick, made the lame walk, raised the dead, and gave sight to the blind. It was, in every sense, a well-orchestrated, inside job. And before it was over, lives would be irrevocably changed.

In discovering one of the major subplots of this night, we must first return to a post-meal conversation between Jesus and Peter. The Bible often refers to John as the disciple whom Jesus loved. I think Peter should be known as the disciple who routinely stuck his foot in his mouth. He was a brash, act now…think later, kind of guy. I can totally relate. That conversation went like this – Jesus: “You will all fall away this night.” Peter: “Though all these others fall away, I will never fall away.” Jesus: “Tonight, before the rooster crows, you will deny me three times.” Peter: “Even if I must die with you, I will not deny you.”

Well, Jesus is led away to see Caiaphas, the high priest. In a predictable move, the officials have lined up some “witnesses” who verify that Jesus had said some unscrupulous things. Of course, we know that he didn’t, but it’s the Pharisees, so why would we expect anything less than lies? But as all this goes down, Peter is within earshot, and people are starting to take an interest in this bystander. The first is a servant girl, “You were with the Galilean”. “No”, Peter replies. He then moves over to where someone had started a charcoal fire to warm themselves. While standing near the fire, others took note of his face, and asked him, “You are one of his disciples, aren’t you?” Peter again denies the allegation. Then one of the servants of the high priest recognized him, “Did I not see you in the garden with him?” A third time Peter denies the accusation.

A rooster crows…

Luke tells us in that exact moment, Jesus turns and locks eyes with Peter…and the disciple, who routinely stuck his foot in his mouth, runs out and weeps…bitterly. Alone.

The next time we see Peter, he is running again. This time he is running towards something, not away. And this time he has a running partner. John. They arrive at Jesus’ burial tomb. John, arriving first, peers in from the outside. Peter, the brash, over the top, leap before you look disciple, goes full investigative mode and walks into the empty tomb. There are the burial clothes, nicely folded, as if Alice from the Brady Bunch had tidied up the place. But there is something missing. Rather, there is someone missing…Jesus. Right about now, you would expect something dramatic to happen. And you would be disappointed. For they simply go home.

In the early hours of the next day, long before the sun broke the horizon, Peter decides he is going fishing. I don’t know why in this moment he chooses to return to his prior occupation. Maybe it is the familiarity of it. Maybe he needs to re-center himself. Maybe, instead of sitting around having to deal with his emotions, he just needs to do something manly. That seems the logical thing. After all, he is a dude, and dudes don’t often deal with their emotions and feelings in the best way. Several of the other disciples decide not to deal with their emotions either, and go with him. Just as you might expect, they catch nothing. I mean, why would they? Nothing is going their way this weekend. Their friend is dead; his body is missing; they all said they would never abandon him, and yet that is exactly what they did. And now, to make matters worse, some stranger has shown up on the shore, acting like a game and parks employee ready to pounce if they exceeded their daily catch limit, is asking how many fish they caught. Dejected, they have to admit they have none. “Cast your net on the right side of the boat”, says the stranger. The irritation had to have palpable. “Really? This guy is going to just show up and know where the fish are?” But next thing you know, the nets are bulging, and the disciples can’t bring in the haul. John is the first one who realizes that the stranger is no park ranger…it is the Lord. Peter, hearing the news, does what Peter always does. Act now, think later. He plunges in and, I have to believe, was once again in running mode. Have you ever tried running in water? It’s tough, and slow. But no matter…Peter is running to his Lord.

He gets to the shore, soaking wet, and there is a charcoal fire. Peter stands next to it, warming himself up. I wonder if Peter’s mind went back three nights to when he stood at that fire outside the court of the high priest. That night where he would do what he considered unthinkable…deny knowing his Lord. No matter. He was here. Jesus was alive.

One could not write this story any better. John uses the same Greek word, anthrakia, to describe both charcoal fires. It is the only two instances of this word in his gospel. It is almost as if he is tying the two events together. The first fire resulted in the rejection of Jesus by Peter. The second fire resulted in the redemption of Peter by Jesus. The first fire was fueled by regret. The second was fueled by restoration.

Peter, the disciple who routinely stuck his foot in his mouth (sorry, I could not resist one last time), would later write in his own letter, of a faith tested by fire. I don’t know about you, but I think he might have known a little something about this. 

Sleep Is For the Weak

September 11, 2001. If you were old enough on that date, you can recall exactly where you were and what you were doing when you heard the news of the terrorist attacks. The nation, really the world, became fixated as it watched events unfold live on TV. I was stationed in Turkey. We were immediately locked down and could not leave the base. It was not a fun time.

I was the historian for the 39th Wing and was busy trying to write the semi-annual narrative history of what our unit had accomplished in the first half of 2001, when the attacks in the United States occurred. What is a semi-annual history? I’m glad you asked. It is roughly 100-200 pages of descriptive narrative (and thousands of pages of supporting documents) describing the events and operations of the wing. It involves hours of interviews (which you then must transcribe), collecting many hundreds supporting, primary-sourced documents, attending multiple weekly operational briefings, analyzing all of that data, and finally, sitting down to write a cohesive story of what all those documents and interviews describe. It is a long process. That September day though, a lot changed. Chaos reigned, and it wasn’t long before the “secret” phone rang in my office. This phone was one in which you could talk classified information on, and I occasionally used it when talking to those at higher headquarters. When I answered, it was them, and they had a task for me. I was now, in addition to my regular writing, responsible for collecting documents and writing the history of combat actions of a new warfare center that activated as a response of the events of September 11th. By day, I continued writing the semi-annual history of the 39th Wing, and by night, I interviewed war operation planners and worked on writing the history of the warfare center. I was being pushed and pulled into two different directions, and I had to find a way to prioritize my available time. Right now, the manly thing to say would be, “Sleep? Hah, who needs sleep. That’s for the weak.” But to be honest, it really was like that. Not a lot of sleep occurred for several weeks following the September 11thattacks. 

Nehemiah looks over the ruins of the city and now has to make the plan. He will be pushed and pulled over the next several weeks. There are daytime projects and nighttime projects. There are literally hundreds of epic-sized things that need to be done. Each one begs to be tackled first. Now, thousands and thousands of leaders have stood in those same shoes…overwhelming odds…stretched to their limits…asking themselves what task they should check off first…perhaps even asking themselves what they have gotten themselves into…perhaps debating walking away from the situation altogether. Nehemiah certainly felt the crushing weight of all those challenges. He stands looking at piles of stones. What once had been a thriving city, now looks like the living room floor after a two-year old obliterates the largest Lego kit ever seen by man. The city was now in a billion pieces. It would be so easy to walk away.

I can’t imagine.

Actually, I can. Nearly two years ago, an EF-4 tornado ripped through a community very near to us. I spent several days working cleanup in various neighborhoods that were hit. I remember walking through one, ending up in a section where the homes were all gone. This memory is lasered in my mind. I stood on this one particular property and was astonished that there was no evidence of a house ever being there, except for the basement that you could now look directly into. And then I walked over a slight ridge, and there were the remnants of what was probably several houses…in a billion pieces. I know what you’re thinking…“Really? A billion?” Yes, a billion. And now my job was to comb through those billion pieces to find a few keepsake items worth saving. It was overwhelming. I’m not ashamed to admit that I stood there and wept. I completely understand the psychological trauma of those who do this for a living. Where do you start? What pile do you attack first? So yeah, if you are not committed it’s easy to walk away.

Nehemiah doesn’t have that luxury though. If he doesn’t take it on, who will? Nobody has risen to the occasion. No one else raised their hand. No, Nehemiah is the one chosen by God to see it done. The walls, gates, enforcements, and residences…all of it…need rebuilt. Each project is a headache. So, Nehemiah does what a great leader does…pop some Tylenol and make a plan that prioritizes the problems that lay in front of him. He determines safety and security is priority number one and needs to be addressed immediately. So the walls and gates must come before anything else. No doubt there were those present that argued for their house to be rebuilt first. “Where am I supposed to lay down my head after a hard day’s work?” “I’ve given more than my share of offerings at the temple.” “Don’t you know who I am? I’m the mayor.” And on and on. That push and pull. But, what good would that be if the enemy could just walk right up and destroy it again. No, the walls and gates must be priority one. The Bible says, “So they strengthened their hands for the good work.”

Nehemiah then creates teams of builders to get after the wall building and gate restoration. More on this next time, but it is important to note that leaders don’t just let people go off and do whatever feels good. No, leaders organize the crowd into teams skilled at the work that needs to be done. If not done this way, you end up with all your plumbers in one group working on HVAC systems, and your HVAC pros working on excavating trenches and pouring concrete. Utter chaos. Again, Nehemiah understands what needs to be done so he creates jobsite teams to get the work done. As the walls are rebuilt, gates are being restored. There were 10 of them around the city…the Sheep, Fish, Old, Valley, Dung (lol), Fountain, Water, Horse, East, and Muster. Each one had a specific purpose, and those working on them were skilled with understanding.

I will leave this here until next time, as we see Nehemiah move from the planning and organizing, to further strategizing. We will see that Nehemiah faced challenges that were more than inanimate brick and stone. He came up against flesh and blood opposition as well. Old Sanballat, Tobiah, Geshem…the three musketeers of discord. 

Midnight Rides and Car Keys

I remember when I enlisted in the Air Force and arrived at my first assignment, Altus Air Force, Oklahoma. I had been there a year or so, when my supervisor handed me a copy of the Professional Military Examination Study Guide. It was over 600 pages of information ranging from Air Force history, to command structure, to uniform standards, to military justice, to standards of conduct, and everything in between. One of the chapters dealt specifically with leadership, including development, philosophy, styles, etc. I will always remember the definition of leadership given in that book – very rudimentary. “The art of influencing others.” Two things come to my mind when I recall that definition. First, leadership is an art. It is intuitive, relies on human experiences. Second, “others” are involved. That simply means you need to understand that, as a leader, your words, your actions, your decisions affect the lives of others…and you better not take that lightly.

Quick recap from last week. We were introduced to Nehemiah, the cupbearer to the king. He finds out Jerusalem is in shambles and the people are living in horrible conditions. He asks, and is granted permission from the king, to travel to the city and rebuild it. So, he heads out, but not before obtaining letters signed by the king, giving him permission to traverse through the region without fear of attack. He also gets permission to requisition timber from the king’s forest to use in construction projects.

Nehemiah travels 900 miles from Shushan to Jerusalem. What would take us half a day in a car, took Nehemiah three months on a pack animal. Not a pleasant thought…or experience. Talk about a sore backside, and don’t get me started on the chafing. But he makes the journey, because the situation in Jerusalem demanded it. What happens next is where I want to camp out for this chapter.

Nehemiah arrives in Jerusalem (again, after a three-month journey) and absorbs what he sees before giving a single order. If you are in a leadership position, let that sink in for a moment. He arrives and takes some time…the Bible says three days…before making any kind of decision. This is strategic visioning at its finest. The worst thing a leader can do is show up with no understanding of what the situation is, and start giving orders to individuals to do this or that. It creates chaos. Great leaders observe before saying a word. That is what Nehemiah does. He shows up, spends three days praying and listening to the people that are actually living there, puts on his night-vision goggles, and takes a midnight ride through the city, scoping out the landscape and seeing where all the damage lay. Now, if you are not careful, you will overlook a few critical words in these verses that describe Nehemiah’s nighttime journey. Nehemiah, painting the scene, says, “Then I arose in the night, I and a few good men…. This is the second takeaway from this blog chapter. Great leaders surround themselves with a few trusted individuals. Preferably, those who have strengths that you do not have…that can see through your blind spots…that you can trust with your life. I worked for a two-star general during my time in the Pentagon, and he worked for the Chief of Staff of the Air Force…the number 1 guy. I remember my boss telling me that if General Welsh (the Chief of Staff at the time) showed up at his house in the middle of the night and needed his car keys, he would hand them over without thinking, no questions. I thought to myself…that is what absolute trust looks like. That is the kind people you need to surround yourself with…the kind that if they showed up at your door at 2:00 in the morning and asked to borrow your car, you would hand the keys over to them without thinking. A few good men. 

Last thing for this week. Nehemiah has gone out, again with a few good men (cannot emphasize this enough), and now he comes back and gives his report to the people. Nehemiah isn’t dumb. He knows he cannot take the task on by himself; he is going to need a lot of help. The moment is palpable. It is thick with anticipation. People have gathered, closing in around this mysterious guy who showed up a few days ago. Everyone is holding their breath. Nehemiah grabs the megaphone. “The city lies in waste, the gates are burned, and we are in great distress.” He accurately describes the scene…doesn’t sugarcoat it…presents the plan…and gets the buy-in from the people. Notice what their response was; “Let us rise up and build.” Also notice what their response wasn’t; “Who does this guy think he is? He can’t just waltz in and expect us to just do what he says.” No, they have been waiting for someone. Anyone. A leader who could figure out what needed to be done. A leader with authority. A leader with compassion. A leader able to see the vision of “what will be” in the midst of the “what it is now”. But, if you are like me, you might be asking yourself…Didn’t anyone already there have the ability to step up? I don’t know. Apparently not. I don’t know if every individual in the city was too busy feeling sorry for themselves, or if they were overwhelmed by the sheer destruction, or if they were spending every waking moment playing Call of Duty on their X-Box, plotting out their special ops mission to exact revenge on those who destroyed Jerusalem. Whatever they were focused on, it didn’t involve putting the city back together. So, Nehemiah does what no one else thinks of doing. After all, he is a leader with a plan…compassion…and a vision.

Midnight rides. They are not unique to Nehemiah and his small posse. Paul Revere ring a bell? William Dawes? Samuel Prescott? Young Samuel rode the same night Paul made that famous traverse across the countryside. While the more famous Revere was captured by British forces, Prescott got away by jumping his horse over a stone wall, riding on to warn the residents of Concord and beyond. Because of his not so famous ride through the night, the farmers and other residents armed up the militia and stopped the British advance. Knowing they were beat after intense fighting, the British retreated back to Boston. The rag-tag bunch had won the night…thanks to the little less known ride of Samuel Prescott. 

Want to know more about midnight riders? Check out my blog from January 27, 2022, titled “I’ve got to ride, ride like the wind.”  Until next time…

“Here, Try This” and Other Stories of a Cupbearer

The first principle to understanding how leadership works starts with yourself. I know this sounds basic, but you would be surprised how many people don’t consider this. In their head, they figure they are the most senior person, or the most experienced, or the alpha-dominant figure in the group…and that means they lead. But it doesn’t work like that. You will get nowhere if you don’t know who you are. Well, you’ll get somewhere…but you’ll get there alone. The rest of your team will be looking for someone else to follow.

Now, on that personal journey of discovering who you are, you also must uncover the answer to this most basic question…Why do you want to be in a position where, you are responsible not only for yourself, but for others as well? (I’ll explain in later segments why this cannot be because you think it brings prestige, or something to put on a resume.) 

So, I hope you join me on this journey of discovering what true leadership looks like through the converging paths of Nehemiah, the Old Testament hero who led the rebuilding of Jerusalem; and because we are celebrating our nation’s 250thbirthday, some of the early historical figures who shaped our country…the good, bad, and ugly. 

In this first one, let’s look at those two ideas more closely…finding who you are, and why it is you want to lead. Prepare for liftoff in 3…2…1

The Bible describes Nehemiah as the cupbearer to the king. I don’t know whether you appreciate what duties the cupbearer had in the king’s court, but he was a responsibility-laden individual who could not afford to make a mistake. You see, the cupbearer was the guy who made sure the king stayed healthy by eating and drinking every offering before the king partook. Most of us are in vocations where we are allowed to have moments where we don’t get it right. In Nehemiah’s case, that was not so. If he failed at tasting anything before being presented to the king, he could well lose his life. This was important because there was not a shortage of people who might want a king dead. Now, I must confess, there is absolutely no way I could do this job. The cook would bring out some fresh lobster, and I would be like, “Nope, I don’t eat that.” Then some brussels sprouts, “Not going to happen.” Liver. Me shaking my head. Tomato soup…Walking away. Curry…Laughing. Asparagus. “Next.” Then the wine would show up. Sample this red wine. “Negative ghost rider.” How about some white wine. “Put it back in the cellar”. We’d play this game for a thousand other dishes, and the answer would be the same…“That’s a big no, bro.” But Nehemiah did not have that luxury. What the king wanted to eat or drink, must go through Nehemiah first, figuratively, and literally.

One December day Nehemiah is going about his business as the cupbearer, when he hears that his fellow Israelites are in distress, and that Jerusalem lay in waste, walls crumbling, gates burned, homes and buildings destroyed. And his reaction is the same as yours if you were in his shoes. He was sad. So, he wept and mourned…for days. Actually, the Bible says many days. How many I don’t know. But I do know that four months later, he was still saddened by the tragic news, and worried that his emotions might show on his face. If he thought that he could hide the tear-soaked eyes from the king, he was wrong. The king immediately recognized that something was wrong with his faithful cupbearer. The king knows it is not allergy season, so there must be another reason Nehemiah’s eyes are blood-shot red.

Nehemiah had a choice to make right then. Lie, and tell the king that it was just a bad case of heartburn. Or tell the truth and hope for the best. And this is the first indication of who Nehemiah was – a truth teller. A real leader doesn’t lie to make things “convenient”. You’ve heard the expression that sometimes the truth is inconvenient. Not so. The truth is the truth. (And, by the way, there is also no “my truth” or “your truth”. There is the truth…and that is all.) The convenient or inconvenient aspect is purely a human deception we attach to it. Leaders are not focused on attaching some version of relativity to the truth, because as I said, the truth is the truth. So Nehemiah, although afraid at what the king might do to him, tells the ruler why he is sad. The king’s response tells of the great deal of respect he has for his cupbearer. He didn’t admonish Nehemiah and tell him to go back to taste-testing Whoppers and Big Macs (which is the kind of food I would want to eat as a cupbearer). No, the king asks, “What do you request?” The next thing Nehemiah does is pray. This serves to remind us of what Godly leaders do when confronted with an other-worldly-sized problem…pray.

Nehemiah knows himself. He knows he has what it takes to get this job done. He even knows the approximate timeframe it’s going to take…and he hasn’t even laid eyes on the project yet. That is someone who understands his abilities and what he is made of. Nehemiah also knows his “why”. He has compassion on those living in the ravaged city of Jerusalem, and wants to, once again, provide protection for them, by rebuilding the city walls. There are several enemies, as we will see in future segments, who want to continue to see Jerusalem lay in ruins. But Nehemiah is going to step up when no one else would. He will become the needed leader in a culture of uncertainty. There will be ups and downs, valleys and mountaintops. But it is the story of leadership, raw and unedited. Stay tuned…

Before I go though, in June 1775, George Washington sat before 47 other men. A different other-worldly-sized problem lay at hand. How to unite a bunch of farmers, teachers, blacksmiths, silversmiths, and other tradesmen, from 13 colonies, into a fighting force to repel a professional British army. Not many men could accomplish the task at hand. But the 47 seemed to be in agreement that the man of the hour was George Washington. He is a flawed man. He is a slaveholder. He is overly concerned with his personal reputation. He often, especially early on, fails to deploy the winning strategy. And yet, no one else seemed to be up to the challenge. Before accepting the role of commander, Washington knows that it is wrought with troubles and challenges, both internally and externally. It will take a considerably longer time to see his army gain victory over the British, than it took Nehemiah to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem, but both will happen. Nehemiah will lead his people in their difficult work, and Washington will do the same, for that is what a leader does.

Stones…Part 7

We come to the final chapter in the series of Biblical stone stories. For a recap, we have seen stones as pillows, altars, memorial pillars, giant-killing projectiles, judgement-passing tools, and potential tabernacle choirs. Now, we will see them in their Oscar deserving, albeit silent, role as best supporting actors…tomb sealers.

Our story starts about 2500 years ago. An 80-year-old man has refused to bow down to worldly government rules and now is going to pay the price. The officials want him out of the picture because they are jealous of the man and the attention he garners. They feel threatened by his existence. So, they plot against him, hoping to find some way to rub him out. 

All of these things happen to him because of who he was at the core. He was a servant of the Most High. He followed God’s direction rather than those around him. There certainly was something different about this man living in a world that was not his. You see, as a boy, he was taken captive by the Babylonian army and put into the king’s service. But instead of melding in with the crowd, and “going with the flow”, he stands up to the system, stays faithful to his calling. And it is this that eventually gets him in trouble.

Those who hated him were now petitioning the king to arrest him for not following the law. What law you ask? Well, it said that if anyone prayed to any god or man other than the king, for the next 30 days, that he or she would be cast into the lions’ den. The thing that stands out in this new law, was the fact that it was only in place for 30 days. If you were serious about not allowing anyone to pray to anyone but the king, you would make it a permanent law…not just for 30 days. But clearly, these officials were not interested in actually changing the law, only in getting the target of their wrath in trouble. And it worked.

The king, deeply saddened by what he allowed himself to be talked into, has no other choice than to arrest Daniel and have him sealed in what would presumptively be, his tomb. You see, and I’m sure you are already aware of this, there were ravishingly hungry lions waiting for him. So, the officials grab Daniel and throw him in and seal the opening with…the silent actor in our story…the stone. The next several hours paint a picture of perfect dichotomy. The king, safe and sound in his palace, was so troubled that he couldn’t eat nor sleep. He wanted no company, no nightly ritual of music. No DJ. No live band playing his favorite hit songs. No fantastical light shows. Just the king…sitting in profound sadness. On the other side of that stone, was Daniel. The one who should have been dreadfully afraid of his current situation, was just fine. We don’t know if he slept in those overnight hours. I believe he most likely was wide awake, praising God. Doubtful that he was partying like it was 1999, but one thing we do know though…he was at peace with praying when the law said he couldn’t. And when the king came running the next morning to roll away the stone, Daniel was just sitting on the floor, surrounded by lions who seem completely at home with a human in their midst. Darius yells into the cave to find out if he is still alive, and Daniel responds, “My God sent his angel and shut the lions’ mouths, so that they have not hurt me.”  Oh, yes; if only that cave-sealing stone could talk, what a story it would tell.

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Our story continues about 2000 years ago. A 33-year-old man has refused to bow down to the worldly government and now is going to pay the price. The officials want him out of the picture because they are jealous of the man and the attention he garners. They feel threatened by his existence. So, they plot against him, hoping to find some way to rub him out.

This man, like Daniel, believed in following God’s direction rather than those around him. Like Daniel, he also prayed. A lot. He met people in their distress…in their struggles…in their sorrow…in their shame…in their sin. He healed. The leper. The blind. The lame. The deaf. The possessed. And he healed on a Monday. A Tuesday. A Friday. And yes, a Saturday…the Sabbath. This riled the religious zealots. There are a few recorded instances where Jesus heals on the Sabbath, but two of them highlight the Pharisees ridiculousness on a grand scale. Jesus heals a man’s hand in the synagogue. You just know the Pharisees are in the background setting him up. They probably sent the man to Jesus. But Jesus turns the tables on them and gives them a different scenario. If one of their sheep had fallen into a pit on a Sabbath, wouldn’t they lift it out, even on a Sabbath? Jesus is challenging them with the profound truth that a human is of much greater worth than a sheep. Yet it enrages the Pharisees. In another instance, a woman has suffered from what the Bible calls a spirit of infirmity. She is severely crippled, bent over with no ability to straighten herself up. Jesus heals her, and once again, the Pharisees have a meltdown. What comes out of their mouth next can only be described as an “out of touch with reality” statement…“There are six other days on which men ought to work; therefore come and be healed on them, and not on the Sabbath.” It would be laughable if it weren’t so infuriating. Jesus responds again by comparing what they would do for one of their animals on the Sabbath, all while neglecting their fellow human.

Fast forward a year or so, and Jesus is found guilty of fabricated charges, is beaten, killed on a cross, and put into a tomb. A tomb sealed with a stone. And those outside of Jesus’ tomb knew what those standing outside that lions’ den knew. The one inside was a goner. Neither audience believed for a moment that the occupant would come out of their stone-sealed home. But just like the stone over Daniel’s supposed-to-be tomb, the stone covering Jesus’ tomb had a story to tell. And if you thought the story of the stone covering the entrance of the lion’s den was incredible, prepare to have your mind blown. Inside Jesus’ tomb, something unfathomable happened. The once dead corpse begins to breathe. The pale skin begins to retain color. The blood that escaped his body through spike-induced holes in his wrists and feet, starts to flow through his veins once again. His eyes open and in a flash, Jesus is alive. Oh, yes; if only that tomb-sealing stone could talk, what a story it would tell.

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A king ran to have the stone removed and found the man inside alive.

A man ran to have the stone removed and found the king missing.

One stone sealed in a man who refused to bow to the ways of the world.

One stone sealed in a man who came to save that world.

Stones…Part 6

Worship. Genuine worship. For the Christ-follower, there is nothing like it. It is unique. It is incomparable. It is an unmatched experience that can, and does, occur in a multitude of settings. In churches and cathedrals, of course. But also, in the open, in nature, in parking lots, in homes, on a mountain top. Worship, genuine worship has no limits, in any sense of the word. However, too many have come to think of worship as the 20 or 30 minutes in church before the pastor gets up and preaches. You know, the band is on stage, vocals hitting all the right notes (most of the time), drums, keyboards, and of course guitars, because they are the most important instrument (can you tell I am a guitar player?). We really have done a remarkable job of exchanging the unlimited for the limited. Maybe our perspective could change with the help of a certain inanimate object.

As Christians, we mark the time of the events in Luke 19 as the beginning of Holy Week. For Jesus, in the days and hours before this moment, he spent time traveling the countryside, interacting with a whole host of individuals, knowing that the time for his prophetic death was near. He met a wide range of people that week. There was the rich, young ruler, who was hindered from following Jesus by one thing…his possessions. There were the ten lepers who were healed; nine go along their way, with only one coming back, falling on his knees in thankful adoration. There was a man who begs for his sight to be restored, and Jesus fulfills the man’s request. And then there was Zacchaeus. You might remember him from the song you sang in children’s church, “Zacchaeus was a wee little man, and a wee little man was he; he climbed up in a sycamore tree, the Savior for to see.” (You didn’t read that line, you sang it, didn’t you?) I’m sure Zacchaeus wouldn’t be thrilled to know he is remembered as a wee little man, but I guess that is his lot in life.

Then Sunday comes. Jesus makes his final entrance into Jerusalem. The people, remembering the blind man, the lepers, and all the other individuals who found hope in Jesus, cry out with a loud voice, “Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest.” The significance of this cannot be overstated. The crowd is proclaiming Jesus to be the prophesied Messiah, sent by God, and now ready to set up his kingdom. People were ecstatic, jubilant, fired up, and for good reason. The one who was referenced centuries earlier, is now here. The Savior is on scene.

Now, with every celebration, there are those who refuse to join in. The curmudgeons, the sourpusses, the Debbie Downers, the pessimists. And in this case, it is the ol’ Pharisees…yes, those same guys who have been hounding Jesus since the beginning. They just keep popping up in the most “convenient” times. And on this day, they hear the crowd’s roar and are just not having it. The celebration has to end. The outpouring of emotions must cease. Whether it is jealousy or anger, they called on Jesus to quell the gathered masses, to shut them down, to pull the plug on this celebration. Actually, they tell Jesus to rebuke them, forbid them to yell out. Today, we might compare it to the police showing up at a loud house party and reprimanding everyone by writing them a ticket for disturbing the peace and then, sending them home. That is what the Pharisees are demanding of Jesus. Stop this nonsense.

You might be inclined to think what Jesus says next to be metaphorical. After all, what he suggests isn’t physically possible. It defies all reality. “I tell you that if these (the people) should keep silent, the stones would immediately cry out.” Surely the Pharisees were like, “LOL”, maybe even a few of them were, “ROTFL”. And I have to admit, at first glance it does seem rather humorous. Ridiculous even. Rocks glorifying the Rock of Salvation? Stones praising the Chief Cornerstone? Yes.

I don’t if Jesus meant it in a literal sense, or if he indeed meant it metaphorical. Before you find yourself on one side or the other, let me offer some thoughts. Maybe you will find yourself joining the Pharisees with your own “LOL” or “ROTFL”, or maybe you might start to believe that stones really could cry out. First, there is no doubt that Jesus was referring specifically to stones, real stones. The land around Jerusalem would have been full of them. I can see Jesus pointing to specific stones as he answers his detractors. Second, consider other improbable, nay, impossible things that occurred in scripture. Peter defies science and walks on water. Jesus goes against death itself and raises up Lazarus. Waters part. Mouths of lion held shut. Three guys walk out of a raging fire without so much as a scent of smoke on them. The blind receive sight. The crippled walk. At a word, storms cease. Thousands are fed with a couple of fish and a few loaves of bread. More than once. I could go on and on, but hopefully you get the picture. We accept without any second thought these miraculous events. Third, this is just a strange phrase for Jesus to use. Why wouldn’t he just tell the Pharisees that the people were free to worship or not. Why bring stones…these innocent, silent, bystanders…into the discussion? There were a thousand other things Jesus could have said here. And finally, if stones really don’t praise him and are just a representative picture of God’s creation that speaks (silently) to his praiseworthiness, then would not the stones be accomplishing this already? In other words, silence on the part of humanity is not a requirement of stones to magnify him. Yet, this is exactly what Jesus says…if man is silent, stones will not be.

 Let me add one last bit of clarification on this subject. I am not saying that stones will make audible human speech. I don’t know. But I do believe we would do well to remember the angelic proclamation to a virgin teenager when he tells her that she will give birth to the Savior of the world…“For with God, nothing will be impossible”.

Worship. Genuine worship. It will not be denied. It will occur. And stones may just have a bigger part than we could have ever imagined.

Stones…Part 5

Stones…part 5

Adultery. The Bible is pretty clear that this isn’t something that is acceptable. In fact, it was one of the first commandments given to Moses on Mount Sinai. Yet, somehow unsurprisingly, there are several such instances of infidelity located in the Bible. After all, it is filled with stories of people just like you and me. Of all the instances of marital unfaithfulness, perhaps the best-known example is David. 

It was springtime in Jerusalem…the flowers were just starting to bloom, lawns were turning green, birds were singing, bears were coming out of hibernation. And men were packing their gear up to go to war. All men, except David. For some reason, the guy who had once slain a giant when everyone else cowered in fear, felt that he was not needed on the battlefield with his army. Don’t miss that, because it marks the beginning of a chapter in his life where it spirals out of control. On one particular night, David is strolling the rooftop of his palace, looking down on his city, probably channeling his inner Batman. Then he sees her. Through a window. Bathing. In that one moment, David faces a crisis. The king, who should be with his army, instead is entertaining actions, that when acted upon, will send ripples through his reality. He sends for her, seduces her, impregnates her. That is bad enough, because you might remember it was mentioned several sentences above that adultery is an evil in the eyes of God. 

Now, if this were a poker game, we would describe David’s next action as going all in. He calls for Uriah, Bathsheba’s husband to return from the battlefield and spend some time with his bride, secretly hoping that they would be intimate so that it would look like he, Uriah, would be the father. But alas, plans don’t go David’s way, for Uriah refuses to sleep with his wife while his men were off fighting a war. In this moment, David could learn a thing or two from him. Instead, he has Joab, the commander of the army, put Uriah at the front lines, and then abandon him so that he was killed. God is displeased with David. How do I know? Because the Bible literally says, “The thing that David had done (sleeping with Bathsheba and the killing of Uriah) displeased the Lord.” The actual translation is meant to read that it was evil in the eyes of the Lord. Because of David’s actions of that one night, a whirlwind of disaster tears through his life. The son that was conceived, dies; another of David’s sons rapes his half-sister; one son kills another, David’s wives are captured and sexually assaulted; a son attempts to dethrone the king. It reads like a bad nightmare. And it was. Life was good for David until he chose fleshly desires over kingly responsibilities.

It’s springtime in Jerusalem. Again. But now, we have Jesus coming to the temple to teach. We don’t know what he taught on this particular day, but wouldn’t it be ironic if it was the selection where David encounters Bathsheba. I don’t know, but it would have made for a compelling centerpiece for what was about to transpire. For, suddenly the Pharisees were on scene with a woman caught in, of all things, adultery. Knowing how these religious leaders operated, they probably had her trapped in a holding pattern, waiting for just the right moment to challenge and embarrass Jesus. There are some suspicious facts surrounding this case that any detective worth his or her weight would easily discover. First, they tell Jesus that they caught this woman in “the very act” of adultery. Like, are you hiding in the closet, or under the bed? Perhaps, it was a sting operation, where one of the Pharisees put on a disguise and acted like an interested “client”. Perhaps it wasn’t a sting operation, and one of the Pharisees was the one with her…willingly. Second, they tell Jesus that the law of Moses required such a person to be stoned to death. Jesus knew what the law stated. And they knew that Jesus knew what the law stated. Third, these religious “experts” were ready to pass judgement without any kind of trial. If this sounds pretty sketchy, it’s because it was. So, this religious grandstanding was completely unnecessary. 

Here is a curious sidenote…I don’t know what it is about this account, but I think every time I hear it preached or taught, a picture is painted of this group of men circling Jesus and the woman, with stones at the ready, to pummel the victim. But you know what is missing from the actual scene? Stones. No Pharisee is balancing one on his shoulder like a shot-put thrower. No one has a stone raised above their head with a crazed look in their eyes. However, one thing you need to understand about the Pharisees though. They were a compelling bunch, and you better believe they were ready had Jesus said the word. The deadly arsenal was probably stacked outside the entrance to the temple. These guys did not care one iota about this woman…they just wanted Jesus out of the picture at any cost.

It was a no-win situation for Jesus. If he instructed the Pharisees to go ahead and stone her in accordance with the law, it made his message of mercy and forgiveness seem fake. If he told the Pharisees not to stone her, then they could say he was disregarding the Jewish law. They finally got him. The Son of God was going down with the ship. I can picture the Pharisees all looking at each other, winking, nodding, chuckling, pointing…then Jesus kneels to the ground…and does the most curious thing. He takes his finger and begins to write something in the dirt. Oh, how I wish we knew what he wrote. There has been a lot of speculation. Perhaps it was the sins of these Pharisees gathered around the woman. Perhaps it was a few words from the Law and Prophets. My favorite theory is that he began writing the names of women these Pharisees had adulterous relations with. I am certainly not saying that they were unfaithful, but they were hypocritical on so many other issues, so it would not surprise me if it was the same in this instance. Most of them were not what we would call upstanding citizens. In fact, Jesus would call some of these same men white-washed tombs…not a flattering expression. In any case, Jesus stands back up, looks at each of them, and says, “Whoever is without sin, throw the first stone.” And just so there was no mistaking the seriousness of the situation, he kneels back down and continues his message in the dirt. Maybe more names, maybe more sins. In any case, the Pharisees were guilt-ridden by their conscience, and one by one, walked away.

When Jesus stands back up, the wanna-be stone hurlers are gone. It is just him and the woman. “Where did everyone go? No one has condemned you?” Jesus asks. She replies, “No, my Lord.” I think it is curious that she calls Jesus, “Lord”. The Greek word is κύριος, or kurios, and it translates to God or master. This adulterous woman, a low life in the eyes of her accusers, recognizes what the self-righteous Pharisees failed to see. With no one left but the two of them, Jesus says, “I don’t condemn you either. Go and sin no more.” 

And with that, Jesus goes back to teaching those gathered in the temple. Again, I have no idea what text Jesus was reading from that day, but one thing I do know…the greatest lesson was not taught from that scroll, it was from the actions of a perfect, sinless Son of God to an imperfect, sinful woman. That was the lesson. Grace. Mercy. And stone-free forgiveness. 

Stones…Part 4

You flea-bitten varmint! So goes one of Yosemite Sam’s favorite insults hurled at Bugs Bunny during many of my childhood Saturday morning cartoons. I also think it would have been the sort of thing Goliath would have yelled across the valley at the gathered Israelite army. Now picture this…a guy, nearly 10 feet tall, whose armor weighed over 130 pounds, carrying a spear with a 16 pound iron tip…this guy was a warrior’s warrior. He was a beast. And every day…twice a day in fact…he would walk out in front of the enemy and make the challenge. For forty days, the same giant, the same arrogance, the same boastful words, the same challenge…mono y mono. Me against your best…for all the marbles. Let’s get one thing clear, Goliath wasn’t worried about losing against these flea-bitten varmints. But oh, what an effect it had on the Israelites. Imagine you are a soldier in that army. Day after day you are ridiculed. Day after day you are told you are weak. Day after day you are called a coward, and the truth is, you pretty much are. But who could blame you? I mean, as I have already said, Goliath is a monstrosity of a man.

And it seems as if the torment will just go on and on. No end in sight. The two sides are at a standstill. It’s the trench warfare without the trench. Each day the Israelite soldiers come to the edge of their side of the mountain, hurl insults at the Philistines. The Philistines then come out of their tents on their side of the mountain, and hurl insults back. Then Goliath shows up, and the Israelites run away and hide. It is this way for, as I said, 40 days. 

But then the hype music starts. If you have ever watched the beginning of a college football game as the team gets ready to come on the field, you know what I’m talking about. Bells start bonging. Then the guitar riff. Drums come in. AC/DC cranked to 11 on the house system. Strobe lights are going off. The fog machine is doing its thing. And out of the tunnel comes the undisputed heavyweight Israeli champion, with his record of 27-0, with 25 KOs. The crowd goes wild. It’s about to go down…except, none of that actually happened. There is no music. There is no champion. Israel has no secret weapon. Instead, a teenage boy walks into the scene. He is the youngest son of Jesse, who had already sent three of his other sons to join the army. Jesse now wants an update on how things are going so he sends David. He is present when Goliath comes out and gives his daily challenge, and David starts asking questions, leading up to the moment when he tells Saul, the king, that he will go fight the giant. Saul’s response is the same one we would give if David was standing in front of us. Between bouts of uncontrolled laughter, Saul gets four words out…“You are too small.” But then, after David makes his convincing argument that he could do it, Saul tells him to go ahead, but not before giving his armor to the shepherd boy. Well, of course it doesn’t fit, so he takes it off, and instead grabs his staff, and heads to the battlefield.

Along the way, he stops at the river, and grabs five stones, for these will be his weapon, along with the sling in his hand. He approaches the giant and the two begin verbally sparring. Goliath insists that he is going to feed David’s body to the animals. David, on the other hand, is thinking way bigger. He replies that the Lord will deliver the victory to the Israelites, and the beasts of the field will dine on the entire Philistine army. With the talking done, it was time to get down to business. They trade Mr. Universe poses, do several sets of one-handed push-ups and burpees, and…ok, that didn’t happen either. But I do love how 1 Samuel 17:48 describes what happens next…David runs to meet Goliath. Not walk, not a casual Sunday stroll…no, he ran. The confidence he has in what is about to happen is a lesson we could all learn. David reaches in his bag, pulls out a stone, places it in the sling, and starts spinning it around, gathering centripetal force energy, until the moment he releases the cord. The stone flies and hits Goliath right in the forehead, causing him to face plant into the ground. David then ran over and took the giant’s sword and killed him. The arrogant Philistine, who was so certain he would win in battle, died by his own sword.

One final word…you remember David took five stones from the river. He only used one, so did David not trust God enough that it would only take one stone? If so, why take five? There is widespread commentary on this. Goliath had four brothers, though some texts refer to “sons of Goliath.” Either way, there were five of them. And it is not a stretch to think that the remaining four would defend Goliath’s death and come after David. Think about what you would do if someone harmed one of your loved ones. So, the other four stones were not in case David missed. They were intended for four additional targets. That…is God-driven, stone-cold confidence.

Stones…Part 3

They come to the edge of the water and find themselves in what you would call a conundrum. The pursuing army is approaching from the rear, and the sea lies in front. But God, who has led the Israelites out of captivity, surely isn’t going to let them die here, is He? When the hopelessness of the situation seems apparent, the waves miraculously part, allowing them to walk across on dry land. The Israelites, who were once slaves in Egypt, are now free and headed to the land promised by God. And oh, how glorious it would have been had they just keep walking that straight line right into that land, because as everyone knows, “the shortest distance between two places is a straight line.” But alas, it was not to be so. They were a flawed people, and their sin kept that direct flight from happening. So instead, they had the longest layover in history…40 years. FORTY YEARS! I used to travel a lot for work, and I disliked any layover longer than 40 minutes. But 40 years? You have to be kidding me. However, actions and choices have consequences, and in this case, they were a tough pill swallow. Can you imagine just wandering around the same piece of land for 40 years? The Israelites were probably like, “Hey, Moses, didn’t we pass that same rock last week?” Or, “That looks like the same tree we walked past last month. I remember carving my initials into it.” (And then, upon checking said tree), “Yep, it’s the same one.”

It was tragic. On many levels. First up, Moses. He leads an ungrateful, narcissistic, unbelieving, disobedient group of people around for 40 years and doesn’t get to enter into the promised land, because he hits a rock when God says to simply speak to it. I get it. He was disobedient. But I have to be honest. If I’m leading this bunch around for this many years and constantly have to hear their whining about how it would have been better to stay in Egypt as slaves, I am pretty sure I would have done more than just hit a rock. Then there is Joshua and Caleb. You might remember that these two were the only ones who returned from the recon trip into the promised land, who believed they could enter in and win victory in battle. They were like the original special forces. They snuck in and back out without being detected. They believed the Lord would provide, and yet, because of everyone else’s unbelief, they suffered the same punishment of walking around for four decades. Or how about the innocent kids crawling around in diapers? What did they do, except to be conceived and born out of two parents who complained about eating the best take out meals anywhere. They would have some credibility had they been forced to consume Meals Ready to Eat (MREs) like deployed military personnel used to chow down on. And they would get bonus points for eating the old school egg MRE. Trust me when I say, you do not want to experience that.

But, nonetheless, here they are, wandering in the wilderness until one day, God says, “Time to move into your new home.” But it presents a challenge that they have seen before. Ahead of them, lies another body of water…and just like last time, there are no bridges. 

The plan this time is a little different than before. The priests carry the ark of the covenant into the water, and the waves, once again, miraculously part, leaving dry ground for the people to walk upon. (It’s a good thing the ark of the covenant is now in an old Army warehouse…you never know what people would do with it). God tells Joshua to have 12 men to each grab a stone from the middle of the dry riverbed. They will later take those 12 stones and build a monument.

This short account of what occurred following the crossing of the Jordan River, seems rather inconsequential. They stack 12 stones and move on with their next phase of life. But it’s the purpose of those 12 stones that matters. They will serve as a reminder of how the mighty hand of God dried up the river and brought the people into the new land. It was always meant to be a conversation starter. When the generation not yet born, would see the 12 stones, then the story of the divided waters, and of God’s provision, would be shared. 

So, here’s the deal…what moments do you have in your life that you will pass along to your children and their children? What stones tell a monumental story that will ultimately guide future generations? You might tell yourself that they are inconsequential, but you would be wrong. Every success…and failure. Every challenge fulfilled…and discarded. Every test passed…and botched. Every celebrated victory…and disastrous loss. Discover their purpose. Each stone put in its place is a story…your story. Now share that story. 

Fabula est vestri…the story is yours.