Sealed By Blood

Sealed By Blood

… Abraham had tried many times in his life to make God’s promise come true on his own terms. He had deceived others and put his wife in harm’s way to protect himself. He had a son with his wife’s maidservant just to make sure there would be an heir. Over and over, Abraham’s outward faith is challenged by his anxious behavior.

But this time is different. God had fulfilled his promise and was asking Abraham if he was willing to give it all up to trust God? When God’s promises or God’s blessings in our lives become more valuable to us than God himself, we have a serious problem.

But look at the rest of the story. A ram comes in the thicket and God spares Isaac. Abraham names the place, “The Lord provides” …

In the Shadow of Babel

In the Shadow of Babel

Most people assume that the separation of languages and culture came as a result of God’s curse at the Tower of Babel. This story has often been used to diminish other cultures in the name of promoting the unity God desires. The problem, of course, is that most of us assume that everyone should be unified around our own language, culture, and beliefs and the rest must be the inferior ones that were scattered. Let’s be honest, how many of us would feel comfortable with global peace and unity if it meant we all had to learn Mandarin Chinese instead of requiring the rest of the world to speak English?…

Re-Creation

Re-Creation
In the Beginning - Part 5
Sunday, September 19, 2021
Genesis 9:1-17

God said, “This is the sign of the covenant that I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for all future generations: I have set my bow in the clouds, and it shall be a sign of the covenant between me and the earth. When I bring clouds over the earth and the bow is seen in the clouds, I will remember my covenant that is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall never again become a flood to destroy all flesh.

Genesis 9:12-15

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In the beginning the Spirit of God hovered over the deep waters. “And God said, Let there be a dome in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters. So God made the dome and separated the waters that were under the dome from the waters that were above the dome. And it was so. God called the dome Sky” (Genesis 1:6-7).

We know there are no “waters” above the sky, but the ancient writers of scripture did not share our scientific understanding of the universe. For them, the only one with the power to hold back the deluge of water above the dome of the sky was God. God was gracious by opening windows in the dome, letting rain and snow fall through to nourish the earth. But God could just as easily let go the floodgates and wash away all of creation.

And in Genesis 6-9 that’s exactly what happens. Yet even in the midst of the flood, God separates the waters, this time with the keel of a massive floating wildlife preserve tended by Noah and his family. Later in Scripture we see God separating the Dead Sea and the Jordan river for the people of Israel to cross. In the gospels, Jesus speaks calm over the wind and the waves on the Sea of Galilee. In New Jerusalem, the dark depths of the perilous ocean have been replaced by a Crystal Sea, smooth and clear as glass.

Throughout the Biblical narrative and many other ancient writings, the sea represents chaos and evil. It is a dark place where sailors feared being lost to the depths, to sea monsters, or simply falling off the edge of the earth. The story of Noah, along with every other instance of God separating, calming, or overcoming the sea, reminds us that God alone has the power to control and contain this kind of chaos and evil.

Ancient kings would extend a bow to their conquered enemies, both promising never to attack them again while at the same time reminding them who holds the final authority.  In the same way, God offers his bow to humanity as a sign of his covenant.  He will protect and preserve humanity, but his authority remains absolute.

An unmaking of creation was necessary to begin the work of restoration or re-creation.  The destructive power of the flood is difficult to reconcile with a God of love, but when we consider this story against the motives and outcomes of other ancient flood narratives, it is by far the most merciful explanation given for this natural disaster which wiped out much of ancient Mesopotamia the way hurricane Katrina did in New Orleans.  Other ancient people believed the gods flooded the arbitrarily, angry at the noise humans made.  Some believed it was the gods intent that no human should survive, or that any who remained would only do so as slaves to the gods who had destroyed their land. 

We know God doesn’t “cause” natural disasters as a punishment today.  Given the assumption of divine wrath prevalent in the ancient world, however, the fact that God shows any mercy at all in the Biblical account speaks volumes.  What if God’s covenant with Noah is yet another reminder of grace?  What if it is the first step among the ancient peoples in realizing that the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob is different?  What if this God is not vengeful like the other gods of their lands?  What if this God who would hang up his bow in the sky is the same one who would one day sacrifice his own Son in order to make a way for humanity to come home?

Those who first told the story of Noah may never have understood this truth as we do today, but they certainly caught a glimpse of God’s true nature, God’s grace and love, in the midst of a world where most gods took very little interest in human thriving.

Consider the most tragic events of your life.  Where do you see glimpses of grace from the God who loves you through it all?



                                                              









Sibling Rivalry

Sibling Rivalry

A casual glance through today’s media, especially social media, reveals something deeply troubling about our culture. Like Cain, we as a people are far too quick to lose our tempers, sulk, and throw tantrums.

  • How often have we lashed out or refused to listen to someone we disagree with?

  • How often have we felt slighted when people we see as less deserving seem to get more than us?

  • How often have we felt personally rejected when our work or our contribution isn’t appreciated as much as what someone else has done?

My guess is that if we’re honest, the answers to those questions are far more often than we care to admit…

Grace Beyond the Garden

Grace Beyond the Garden

… Pain is not normal. Suffering is not part of God’s design. Death and grief were not part of the original plan for creation. We often think of exile and death as a punishment for our sin in the garden, but what if even these were an act of God’s grace… the best gift God could offer to restore us to a right relationship with our Creator?

God knew the consequences of sin and rebellion. God knew that we would misuse our knowledge of good and evil leaving nothing but pain and destruction in our path throughout all human history. God also knew we deserved the consequences we brought on ourselves.

But God still wanted better for us. Had Adam and Eve eaten from the Tree of Life after the fall, they would continue living forever in a broken and evil world. There would never be any freedom from pain and suffering. Wars would truly never cease.

And so, God sent us away. God allowed us to die. Not as a vengeful punishment, but as a means to experience new life. Because the God who allows us to die is the same God who raises the dead to life…

Hide & Seek

Hide & Seek

We know we’ve messed up. We know we’re not perfect. But maybe somehow if we can just sew enough fig leaves together to look as good as everybody else, we can go on about our lives without anybody noticing that we are naked. Maybe we can even stamp a designer label on them and all of those people who got their fig leaves second hand at Goodwill might actually be impressed when they see us.

But God is another story. God knows us too well. He knows we forged the label to make ourselves feel better. He can see how bad our sewing is and how hard we are working to keep our leaves from falling off. We cannot hide our fear and anxiety and insecurity and self-doubt. God sees right through the masks we fashion for the rest of the world. We have worn those masks for so long that when we look in the mirror, we may even believe that this is how we really look. But God has seen us without the makeup, without the mask, without the leaves. God knows who we really are even if we have forgotten…

Only Human

Only Human

But I’m only human…

How often have we uttered these words?

We as humans are often our own worst critics. We are good at talking down to ourselves. We are good at making excuses for our mistakes, and sometimes even for our intentional sin when we give into seemingly harmless temptations.

But the truth is “only human” should be the highest honor we could receive. In a sense we might say that God himself was the first one to call us “only human”, and he never meant it in a negative way.

As God breathed formed us by hand into his own image and breathed his very breath into our lungs and gave us authority over every other living thing on earth, God gave us the highest honor that one could ever bestow…

Greater than any award… greater than a military or presidential medal, more honor than anyone could possibly bestow on us…

God essentially says – “you are my son… you are my daughter… I made you. I gave you life. I loved you before you ever existed and out of that love I wove every part of you together. What I have created is good… but you, my child…. You are “supremely good”…

Evening and Morning

Evening and Morning

God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.

Genesis 1:5

There was morning and there was evening on the first day…

Wait..

As Willy Wonka says, "Strike that… Reverse It...”

There was EVENING and there was MORNING, the first day.

No, God didn’t get the days backwards. Neither did the writer of Genesis. We did.

What if, just for a minute, we imagine that the day doesn’t actually start in the morning? What if it actually starts at night? Not just at midnight either, when the calendar officially flips in the middle of the night, but actually starts the evening before we even change the calendar at all?

It’s just semantics, one might say. It doesn’t really matter. A day is a day. Twenty-four hours. The sun rise and the sun sets.

But what if it does matter. Imagine for a moment how different life could be… how different God intended life to be…

Keepers of the Spring

Keepers of the Spring

…The late Peter Marshall, former chaplain of the United States Senate, often told the story of the “Keeper of the Spring,” about a man who lived in the forest above a quaint Austrian village in the Alps.

The old gentle man had been hired many years earlier by a young town council to clear away the debris from the pools of water that fed the lovely spring flowing through their town. With faithful, silent regularity he patrolled the hills, removed the leaves and branches, and wiped away the silt from the fresh flow of water. By and by, the village became a popular attraction for vacationers. Graceful swans floated along the crystal clear spring, farmlands were naturally irrigated, and the view from restaurants was picturesque.

Years passed. One evening the town council met for its semiannual meeting. As they reviewed the budget, one man's eye caught the salary figure being paid the obscure keeper of the spring. Said the keeper of the purse, "Who is the old man? Why do we keep him on year after year? For all we know he is doing us no good. He isn't necessary any longer!" By a unanimous vote, they dispensed with the old man's services.

For several weeks nothing changed. By early autumn the trees began to shed their leaves. Small branches snapped off and fell into the pools, hindering the rushing flow of water. One afternoon someone noticed a slight yellowish-brown tint in the spring. A couple days later the water was much darker. Within another week, a slimy film covered sections of the water along the banks and a foul odor was detected. The millwheels moved slower, some finally ground to a halt. Swans left as did the tourists. Clammy fingers of disease and sickness reached deeply into the village.

Embarrassed, the council called a special meeting. Realizing their gross error in judgment, they hired back the old keeper of the spring . . . and within a few weeks, the river began to clear up.

This story paints a beautiful picture of the church’s role as keepers of the spring of living water. Sadly, the church tends to act more as a gatekeeper restricting access to those who we deem worthy of a drink. It is as if we feel the need to ration a limited water supply for the sake of our own survival, not recognizing the abundance available to us and to the world in God’s eternal spring. Like the exiles in Jeremiah’s day, we in the church today have “forsaken [God], the fountain of living water, and dug cisterns for [ourselves], cracked cisterns that can hold no water.” As it has throughout history, the life-giving water Christ offers will spring forth in the deserts beyond our walls, and even the deserts within our walls…