Over and Over

All Judah rejoiced concerning the oath, for they had sworn with their whole heart and had sought Him earnestly, and He let them find Him. So the LORD gave them rest on every side. II Chronicles 15:15

When I receive an important letter, I don’t read it just once. I read it over and over again to make sure I am reading between the lines. The more precious the letter, the higher the number of readings.

I remember receiving love letters from Ron when we were dating. He attended a boarding school in Florida and I was in New York. He wrote once a week and it was always on light blue stationery. Once I found the letter in the mailbox, it never made it to the house before opening it. I read it again while eating my after-school snack. I took it upstairs to my bedroom and read it several more times before dinner. I wanted to make sure I found every nuance to tuck it away in my heart.

If human words have many layers, it’s no surprise that God’s Word does too. Human words are finite but Scripture is a ‘manna’ that only gets deeper at every reading. It’s multi-layered and with each intake, there’s a new golden nugget. If the book of John were all I had available to me as a believer, it would have enough spiritual food for a lifetime. In fact, one chapter would be enough. If I can’t plumb the depths of God, why would I believe that I can plumb the depths of His Words?

To meditate well, I must take time to read your passage over and over again.

Many of our church fathers practiced a spiritual discipline called lectio divina. They were made up of Reformers, Puritans, Revivalists, and others. They read scripture repeatedly to discern, through the work of the Spirit of God, the full meaning of a passage. Martin Luther urged meditation and used the Lord’s prayer as a model to teach it to those he taught.

How about this quote from Charles Spurgeon ~ “The more you read the Bible; and the more you meditate on it, the more you will be astonished with it.”

Astonish each one who will open your Word today, and who then settles in on it to read Your words like a love letter. Amen

Investigate The Author

“I am writing these things to you so that . . .” I John

If I went and grabbed an old journal and decided to share a page with you, you might ask these questions. “When did you write this? And what was happening in your life at the time?” You’d ask because context is everything.

While the whole bible is inspired and infallible, God used the pens of men to compose it. They are from different places, different times, and possess different personalities and stories. To fully appreciate and connect with what they are writing, it helps to know the authors better. This research accompanies meditation.

Was the author a type-A personality or a contemplative? Was he in a good period of his life or under great duress? Was he young or old? Knowing the answers (if they are available) means that I can feel comforted when I am experiencing the same circumstances as the author. His words will mean more because of shared experiences ~ even though we are many centuries apart. I won’t consider the Bible just a history book. The authors can be embraced as spiritual family members. Their lives and stories are my personal history.

Oftentimes, hints are given in the very passage I’m reading. John, in his epistles, tells his readers why he is writing. I get an instant picture of motive, of passion, and why he felt the words were imperative. Application is much simpler when intent is revealed and love is the driving force.

Truth is always meant to be a heart thing. Meditation feeds the mind but fortifies the heart. Over time, I feel a bond with the one who wrote the words. When reading the Psalms, for example, I often ask God to tell David how grateful I am for his songs and laments.

Scripture is not abstract poetry and historical storytelling. Personalize it with the breath of Your Spirit. Amen

Eating The Word

And I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you. Ephesians 1:18

Last week, I wrote five devotionals on Jesus’ name ~ Bread of Life. While understanding the meaning of that name is important, even more so is knowing how to consume the Bread. It would be wrong to move on and leave things in the abstract. So let’s talk about meditation. This is the way we eat and drink Bread and Water.

Before setting out to saturate myself with a verse or two, I must admit that I am blind without the Spirit’s help. I must ask Him for supernatural vision. I consider King Solomon who, at the beginning of his reign, recognized his inability to rule wisely. He said to Yahweh, “And now, O LORD my God, you have made your servant king in place of David my father, although I am but a little child. I do not know how to go out or come in.” I Kings 3:7

Revelation, insight, wisdom, spiritual understanding ~ these things are given to me. I should not be impressed with how much I understand about the heart of the scriptures because whatever I grasp is a gift.

Whether I meditate on a few verses from the Psalms, the book of John, or a heavyweight passage from Hebrews, the process must always start the same way. It begins with this prayer ~

“Lord, I come humbly and acknowledge that I will know nothing apart from what You will show me. Open the eyes of my heart. Let me see Your glory. In Jesus’ name, Amen”

Light and Bread

A tabernacle was set up. In its first room were the larnpstand, the table and the consecrated bread. Hebrews 9:2

In the outer room of the tabernacle, two things could be found. A larnpstand with a light that burned continuously, and a table with the showbread on it. The tabernacle was windowless, therefore very dark. The only way a priest could find his way to the table with the showbread was with the light the candles provided. Light and bread were connected.

They still are. Nothing has changed. The Bread of Life can only be found today when the Light of the World shows me the way. I live in darkness. There are no windows to eternal life. I’ve been left wanting, aching, and longing for meaning beyond what’s here. My soul is hungry but my eyes are blinded and unable to recognize the bread that will satisfy my hunger. I won’t see Jesus for who he is until there’s illumination. I won’t be attracted to spiritual food until he shows me that he is what I’ve been seeking. The Bread of Life will not appear palatable unless the lamplight of his Spirit reveals it as the banquet it is.

After all, Jesus was a suffering servant. He was continually misunderstood. He preached humility and repentance. He commanded his followers to forgive, seventy times seven times. He encouraged his friends to love their enemies. Such spiritual food would appear to taste sour. I might even think I had stumbled onto the wrong meal. Until divine light shines on the showbread, I will not dare to partake. Ah, but when my eyes can finally see, I behold delicacies that are not of this world.

I am hungry for you, Jesus. Illumine my spiritual meal for today. Amen.

Going Beyond The Shallows

It is my Father who gives you the true bread from heaven.  For the bread of God is the bread that comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.” “Sir,” they said, “give us this bread.”    John 6:32-34

When Jesus met a Samaritan woman at a local well, they had a conversation about water and thirst.  Using that as a segue way, He told her that there was such a thing as ‘spiritual water,’ something that could satisfy her thirst forever after just one drink.  When the woman felt the urge to experience it for herself, she asked Him for a drink of this water.  Immediately, he pointed out her deepest spiritual need.

Similarly, in this John 6 passage, Jesus interacts with a crowd of people who have just witnessed Him feeding five thousand people with a meager amount of bread and fish.  He tells them that there is such a thing as spiritual bread, a bread that comes from heaven, a meal that forever satisfies.  They ask Him for that kind of bread.  Immediately, He takes them on a steep learning curve. 

He reminds them that He is the ‘Bread’ that will erase hunger and ‘Water’ that will eradicate thirst.  Then He says, “But you don’t believe Me!”  Their unbelief keeps them shallow, only looking to Him for temporal solutions to earth-bound crises.  They miss out on the richest gifts, spiritual food that satisfies their innate ache for God.  If they would only come as beggars to the table, they would be filled.  Forever. 

Show me my true spiritual needs today.  Amen

Bread of Heaven And Manna

Jesus said to them, “The bread of God is that which comes down out of heaven and gives life to the world.”  They said therefore to Him, “Lord, evermore give us this bread.”  Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life.”  John 6:33-35

Jesus revealed Himself as the bread of life which comes down out of heaven.  That can be a confusing metaphor if it weren’t linked to the manna the children Israel ate while in the wilderness.  The latter was an event His crowd knew well.  It was part of their heritage and each generation passed on the miracle story to their children.

If Jesus is the bread, how do I eat of Him?  I internalize the parameters of the manna story.

1.) God sent the manna.  Moses didn’t.  Moses’ prayers were just the catalyst for God to move.  Just as God sent manna to sustain physical life, God sent Jesus to birth and sustain spiritual life.

2.) Manna was to be gathered in the morning, enough for that day.  Jesus, my daily bread, must be consumed at the beginning of each day.  My experience of Him is a daily feast.  Yesterday’s meal was for yesterday.  Today, I need a new promise and new experience of Him.

3.) Manna had a short shelf life.  It would rot if it were more than a day old.  Spiritual bread is for today.  “Give us this day our daily bread,” Jesus prayed.  Consuming words of scripture provides grace for a daily provision.  If I obsess about tomorrow’s stress, I will not find grace for that today.  I am to live in the moment and if this moment is overwhelming, I can go to my prayer closet and cry out.  God’s grace floods over me according to my present need.  I can’t hoard that for tomorrow’s worries however.  I must take every anxious thought captive and trust that tomorrow’s manna will be sufficient.

God’s people took daily manna for granted.  They got tired of it and longed for meat, other breads, fruit, nuts, and herbs.  This led to grumbling.  God’s daily provision became so commonplace that the miracle of the manna was lost to them.

God’s daily provision of spiritual food can also bring a yawn if I’m not careful.  I am not entitled to be fed.  I have not earned the right for the Spirit to dwell in my spirit.  God does not have to open my eyes each day to the poignancy of His Word.  If I can see it, eat of it, live on it, it is all a gift.  His mercies are new every morning and if He were not a God who keeps promises, He could easily withdraw it all.  Instantly, I would languish in a wilderness void of insight and personal strength.  Today, I consume the Bread of heaven and fall on my knees in gratitude for the privilege of doing so.

I hold a personal communion service today.  I eat of you, drink of you, and remember the miracle of your coming and the greater miracle of your death so I could live.  In Jesus’ name, Amen

The Bread Of Heaven

After this many of his disciples turned back and no longer walked with Him.  So Jesus said to the twelve, “Do you want to go away as well?”  John 6:66-67

What caused the crowd following Jesus to turn aside?  It was Jesus’ words about eating His flesh because He told them He was the bread of heaven.  They were content to eat the bread He offered as long as it was a physical provision.  They had just consumed the loaves and fishes but as soon as He turned the topic to spiritual food, their interest faded.  The concept was just too radical.

Today, I can be similarly challenged.  I can pray for the miraculous provision necessary to pay an overdue bill but then reject the living Manna that promises to expose, then heal, my anger.  I will embrace bread for the body but reject bread for the soul.

Whatever landscape Jesus touches will change.  I am shortsighted if I only desire Him in the physical and not the spiritual.  I may ask Him to bring peace to my home but then forfeit the opportunity for Him to bring peace to the tormented places in my mind.  I may ask Him to bring healing to my body but still live in want of the inner healing of my deepest childhood wound.  I may ask Him to provide the next meal for my family yet fail to eat the sumptuous spiritual meal He wants to prepare for me each day.

Following Jesus is to embrace all of His teachings.  While He will allow me to pray for superficial things and give me the choice on whether or not to go deep, the only one who loses when I choose superficially is me.

You are my bread of life.  Sometimes You threaten the places where I’m comfortable, but I choose to feast on You anyway.  I am hungry.  Amen

Yeshua From Nazareth. Really?

Pilate had a notice prepared and fastened to the cross.  It read: JESUS OF NAZARETH, THE KING OF THE JEWS.  John 19:19

It is said that Pilate designed this sign as a reproach.  The hidden meaning was, ‘Can you imagine anyone from Nazareth claiming to be king?’  Earlier in Jesus’ ministry when his humble beginnings were discussed, some said, ‘Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?’  The place of Jesus upbringing had been a stumbling block the belief that he could be Yeshua, the One who would save and deliver His people.

God will exalt whomever he chooses.  None is disqualified for lack of breeding.  God is found in unsuspecting places.  His face shines through unexpected vessels.  After all, Jesus was born in a stable.  Who thought to find God there?

I am convinced that I have looked too hard for God in places where I assumed he would be found.  The larger the church, the more of God you’ll find, right?  Not always.  Christian entities might be well funded, utilize the latest marketing strategies, and offer everything from self-help groups to aerobics, but the system can still be carnal.  While size can be a sign of blessing, we must not forget to look for the face of God in places like Nazareth.  He may be found behind a shabby storefront.

Finally, what if you are from Nazareth?  You feel discounted.  Your confidence is marred by your lack of credentials.  Jesus died beneath a sign of reproach, but no one was laughing three days later when he rose from the dead.  If God chose you to do great things, no birthplace and wrong last name can thwart the purposes of our sovereign Savior.

Jesus is my brother, from Nazareth.  Use my life, God.  I’ll do my part.  I’m confident you will do yours.  Amen

Yeshua Reversed The Curse

Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us, for it is written: ‘Cursed is everyone who is hung on a pole. … When he was hung on the cross, he took upon himself the curse for our wrongdoing.  Galatians 3:13

Yeshua was born with a purpose that defied understanding.  He wasn’t born to be a teacher, or to tell stories about God, or to perform miracles, or to be king of Israel.  He was born to reverse the curse that was pronounced in the Garden of Eden when Adam and Eve failed to believe God about the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.  Turning their deaf ear to God’s boundaries, and then sealing it with an act of disobedience, ushered in immense consequences for them and every one of their descendants.  Is it any wonder that Jesus would grow up to say, “Whoever believes in me, though He dies, yet shall He live.”  

The sin of unbelief was committed in a garden.  Thirty-three years after little Yeshua was born, He would enter another garden to deal with the weight of our curse and to give up His life to reverse it.  Unbelief brought the curse.  Belief in Jesus lifted it. 

Every one of us who has embraced this Savior and believed in Him is no longer cursed ~ but blessed.  The theme of our life is not ‘paradise lost’ but ‘paradise restored.’  Barren landscapes, once brown and decayed by sin, are now lush and green.  Futility and hopelessness were instantly banished with this pronouncement, “It is finished.”  

You rescued me from eternal darkness and alienation from You. You are my Yeshua.  Amen

Yeshua ~ Savior and Deliverer

Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners. And I am the worst sinner of all. I Tim. 2:15

Parenting is hard work and though it’s so very rewarding, it can be painful at times. Ask God. He created, fathered, and sacrificed, only to see the majority of His creation use His name in vain, shake their fist at Him, and chalk up His character as mean, stingy, and vengeful. I’ve heard more than one person say, “What has He ever done for me?”

If you’ve been a parent, it would be like crawling on your hands and knees from San Francisco to Maine to prove your love to your child.  But you arrive, only to have your child say, “You’ve never done anything for me!” With knees still bloody from the journey, you wouldn’t believe your ears nor begin to fathom such blindness to sacrificial love.

Yeshua means ‘savior’.  Jesus came to save. Dying for our sins was His response to the wounds He sustained in the Garden of Eden. The pain was severe. God does grieve. God does weep. The plan of redemption came as a response to our alienation from Him. He asked His Son to leave glory, put on mortal flesh, suffer rejection and persecution at the hands of those He created, and then die the worst death possible to buy us back with His blood.  And yet, the gift seems like a trifle to so many. I contend that, for me, the cross is not just central to Easter, it’s central to every day. At the epicenter of something so gruesome was a love so exquisite that I’ll never be able to fully internalize the power of it.

In closing, here’s another picture. After completing your San Francisco/Maine journey, you see your child waiting for you over the finish line. He is cheering, arms open to receive you, and his face is stained with tears. Today, I offer grateful tears  to Jesus, Yeshua. I cheer Him as being my Savior and Deliverer.

For the many years I treated You casually and the cross recklessly, forgive me. Amen