An eternal covenant with the God of peace

You know, just typing that headline above raises a longing in my heart and soul. We long for peace. We yearn for things sure and dependable. We ache for God. The eternity He has planted in us calls out to His eternity.

May I pray this prayer for you who are reading?

Hebrews 13:20-21 NLT:

Now may the God of peace—
who brought up from the dead our Lord Jesus,
the great Shepherd of the sheep,
and ratified an eternal covenant with his blood—
may he equip you with all you need
for doing his will.

May he produce in you,
through the power of Jesus Christ,
every good thing that is pleasing to him.

   All glory to him forever and ever!

      Amen.

The God of peace. Isn’t it good to know that He is the God of peace? Not the God of punishment, who will crush you because you have failed. Or the God of perfection, who demands the impossible. Or the God who is beyond and apart from us. He is the God who has come to live with us and bring us peace.

The One who raised Jesus from the dead, the God who has power that can defeat death, has extended the invitation to you: Come, I will make this covenant with you. 

He has not left us helpless and hopeless. The great Shepherd came to earth to gather in and care for those who belong to Him. And then the blood of the Shepherd sealed the deal. The covenant God offers is the covenant of grace, paying the penalty for your wrongs, adopting you, and giving you all the privileges of God’s own child.

This is an eternal covenant! It will not be revoked; there is no expiration date; He will not change His mind or alter the terms.

He bought you back from the kingdom of darkness to make you a part of His own kingdom.
He promises to equip you with all that you need to live the life He’s inviting you to live.
He will produce in you the good things that please Him.
What a covenant! There is no fine print that says you must deliver and you must produce. He will produce in your life those things that please Him.

You can never do that on your own. All of your own resources will not equip you sufficiently to do these things. You do not have the power. But God’s covenant with you promises that Jesus’ own power will flow through you and He will do it. Beyond our imagining!

And that covenant stands forever.

He is faithful and will do it. And the glory will all be His.

Amen.

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Loving the old life and losing the new?

Some of the disciples Jesus called “left everything” and followed Him immediately. I’ve often wondered what all they left behind. Families? Good jobs? Positions in the community?

But here’s a new thing to ponder: Think about everything they would have missed if they had declined Jesus’ invitation and said, “No, I just cannot.”

“I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives. Those who love their life in this world will lose it. Those who care nothing for their life in this world will keep it for eternity. Anyone who wants to be my disciple must follow me, because my servants must be where I am. And the Father will honor anyone who serves me (John 12:24-26).”

Here Jesus is explaining the necessity of His death. Like a seed buried, His death would result in an abundant harvest of new life for all of us.

Did you notice that His servants must be where He is? They must follow Him even to the cross! We also must die, and that dying will bury a seed that will produce new life in an abundance we cannot even imagine.

 

Holding on to the old, we miss the new!

There is only one way to find the life that Christ died to give us—the free, vibrant, strong, productive life He promises to His followers. The way to that life is dying. We must give up our old lives to gain the new. Like the disciples who followed Him during His time on earth, we leave our old lives to follow Christ into the new.

There are many ways we do this. We make dozens of choices every day. Will we follow the path of our old selfish ways, or will we walk as a disciple of Jesus? His Spirit speaks to each of us, teaching us; He might be urging you to give up an old attitude or habit; He might be telling me it’s time to move away from a job or a relationship. Will we walk according to the Spirit or are we going to stick to our own ways? Are we willing to let the old life go so that we’re able to grab hold of the new?

Jesus warns that if we are unwilling to let the old die, we will completely miss the new life He has for us.

A sobering thought.

Imagine a fisherman declining Jesus’ invitation and staying home, content with his life as it was. Then he begins to realize, a few years after Jesus’ death and resurrection, what an opportunity he had turned down when he did not accept the invitation to be in the inner circle of the Son of God!

As long as we hold on to the old, as long as we love the old too much, we are that much in danger of losing the life that God has for us. The giving up of the old must be so total and so complete that Jesus used the word “dying.” It is not only our old lives but also our old selves that must die; they must be declared dead and buried deep.

But like a seed that is buried deep and soon ceases to be exactly the same thing that was put into the ground, this “dying and burying” results in a new life so different, so free, so much larger and more alive and more able to produce a desired product that no one even mourns the seed!

Yes. I am convinced of that. If we can let go of the old to take hold of the new, God’s promise is that we will find a new life so different and so big that we will never regret the dying and burying.

But if we love the old too much, we will lose all certainty of the new.

And there’s the rub. We have a difficult time giving up the old. If we desire to follow Christ, the old that must die might be cherished dreams or pet grudges. It might be false securities we’ve built around ourselves, or character traits that have been our automatic pilot for years. It could be a career we’ve spent years building. We even find it difficult to give up things that are destructive (like overeating or abusive relationships or unforgiveness) because, let’s face it, our old life is our comfort zone. And we do love our comfort zones!

I don’t think Jesus was throwing out words frivolously when he warned about loving the old life. He knows what a grip the old and familiar has on our hearts and minds. Think of Lot’s wife, who was warned to run away from her old life, run as fast as she could and not look back. We know the end of her story.

I have to ask myself: in what ways and at what decision points am I holding on to my old ways and missing out on the new life God has for me?

 

He is faithful!

The thing that trips us up is that the life we cling to in this world, whether good or bad, is known and thus seems much more secure (to our eyes and thinking) than giving it up for what God might give us. Aha! there’s the problem with our human thinking: that word might.

God is faithful! Might is not a word found in His promises. He will do what He says He will do. This promise of finding new life if you’re willing to die to the old is just as certain as all the rest of His promises.

Jesus has already said in a rather alarming way that if we hold on to the old we’re going to completely miss the new He can give us. That in itself is a strong warning to me. Yet He adds one more assurance, something for us to take into our hearts when we are fearful of getting up and leaving the old to follow Christ into the new life: “And the Father will honor anyone who serves me.”

I wondered, for a while, what that “honor” would look like. But such a question is just my human thinking wanting to quantify everything in earthly terms. Instead, when I hear Jesus say this now, I hear Him say, “The Father will do this. Give up the old; bury it and let it die. Dying is the way to find a new life, bigger and more free and more productive than anything you’ve ever dreamed of. Do it! The Father will give that new life to anyone who follows Me.”

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Expectation and Glory in Autumn

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We drove through New York’s Adirondacks yesterday. The mountains were heaped with orange and gold, and even under cloudy skies their autumn glory glowed, almost bursting with brilliance, as though they know a secret and cannot wait to sing it out.

Driving winding roads slowly, surrounded and soaked by such splendor, we had time to consider the secrets these mountains know and might be aching to tell.

Creation is waiting, Paul writes, eagerly longing for the day when “it will join God’s children in glorious freedom from death and decay” (Romans 8:21). Creation is groaning under the curse that sin brought to the world; yesterday I saw the world aching — aching to be free of that curse and proclaim the full grandeur and magnificence of the glory of its Creator.

It was easy to imagine the eager longing to be free, the longing to be completely what God intends His creation to be, the longing to burst into an unfettered display of all of His glory. How magnificent this world is! And the grandeur of His new world is beyond my imagination!

If creation knows this secret and waits for that day with eager longing, how much more can we, children of the Almighty God, look forward eagerly to the glory and freedom of the resurrected new life He had promised us! Yes, Paul says, even our bodies will be rescued from the death and decay they suffer now. New bodies, new lives, new freedom from the curse we live under now. Living in the full splendor of God Almighty’s glory! I could feel the energy of expectation in those golden mountains!

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We talk about seasons of life. Youth is spring, with its budding newness. Summer is full-blown strength and vitality. Winter looks toward the end, when the bloom has faded and the activity of the year seems to ebb. I know there are many flaws in these metaphors, yet I considered the autumn of my life as we drove through the glowing Adirondacks. Am I in the autumn of my life? I don’t know.

But I do know that I desire with all of my being to blaze with God’s glory as my autumn settles in. Let my life glow with praise of what He has created in this new life He gave me. Let the hills and valleys and highways of my life be transformed by His glory as He creates me anew. I may have to wait until a future day for the new body, but the new life is already in process …

For the Lord is the Spirit, and wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. So all of us who have [turned to the Lord] can see and reflect the glory of the Lord. And the Lord — who is the Spirit — makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image. (2 Corinthians 3:17-18)

And so I  hope that my autumn is glorious and that it reflects the One who gave birth to this life. Let this new creation within me declare the glory of the Lord, “so all who see this miracle will understand what it means — that it is LORD who has done this, the Holy One of Israel who created it” (Isaiah 41:20).

Amen.

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A Great Week on The Upper Road

Yesterday our small group leader closed the meeting with prayer and ended with, “Give us a great week.”

I’ve been thinking about great weeks and wonderful days and good lives. Does God interpret those phrases differently than we do?

I think so.

My idea of a great week is one in which I get all kinds of things accomplished (my own agenda, of course), things run smoothly with not too much frustration, and there’s only one rainy day. Maybe I’d even win the lottery.

God’s idea of a great week? He is still patiently trying to teach me what great weeks look like in His terms. Wonderful days are days when I get broader glimpses of His grace, His plans, His goodness, and His love. Great weeks are weeks that I pull closer to Him and then step out further in faith and trust. My reaching for a good life is my growing into His purpose for me, into my worship and my mission as His ambassador and representative in this little corner of His world.

And I’m finding that the smooth and easy roads do not take me to these places.

(sigh)

Yet I want God’s great week, not mine. Oh, how I want God’s great week!

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I’d like to introduce you to the writing of a friend, a child of God who loves the Lord and His Word. She writes poetry reflecting on many of the things she has learned from her Father, and she’s given me permission to share some of it with you. Her verse is always accompanied by Scriptures that have spoken the message.

Here’s one piece that reminds me how much I desire a great week, God’s version.

The Upper Road

I’ve traveled on the lowlands,
Congested, wide and flat;
I need the twisting upper road,
Where strong winds chase my hat.

The rocks are sharp and jagged,
The path cuts to the sky;
My heart reminds me why I came
“You said you want to fly.”

21 Set thine heart toward the highway … (Jeremiah 31)

3 And Moses went up unto God, and the Lord called unto him out of the mountain, saying, “I bare you on eagles’ wings… (Exodus 19)

31 They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles… (Isaiah 40)

13 Wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction…14 Narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it. (Matthew 7)

2 Let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the house of the God of Jacob: and he will teach us of his ways, and we will walk in his paths. (Micah 4)

1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most high shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. 4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust… (Psalm 91)

6 I called upon the Lord, 10 And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind. 33 He maketh my feet like hinds’ feet, and setteth me upon high places. 36 Thou hast enlarged my steps under me, that my feet did not slip. (Psalm 18)

9 If I take the wings of the morning, 10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. (Psalm 139)

C. Ann Gerber

Have a great week on the Upper Road !!

Waiting

I walk into the tunnel of soaring pine and balsam,
their protection a shield against the cold chill coming off the sea.
Sudden relief from the wind comes like the reassurance of warm arms,
and I know my Father’s presence holds me.
Fresh morning smell of pine blends
with some other sweet autumn fragrance I cannot name.
High above, brittle leaves of birches
sing a morning psalm of eager expectation.
I wish I could understand their words.
But every now and then a slender golden leaf
drifts down like a note from the heavens:
“Just wait until you see My new earth!”