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The Language of Crying

As is customary for me on Christmas Eve, I can’t sleep. It used to be caused by the anticipation of Santa Claus stopping by to fill up the area underneath the Christmas tree. Let’s be honest: I was 22 or 23 before I stopped getting absolutely giddy about Christmas morning for that very reason, Santa or not. :)

For the past few years I’ve been unable to sleep for a very different reason (and thankfully a much better one). The story of God coming to earth in the form of a baby has gripped my heart in a new way (and a different way each year) over the past few years.

I began a bible study on the book of Malachi on Monday. One of the very first subjects the author of the study covers is this idea of “rhetorical disputation.” To quote the Grinch, “Holiday hooby whatty?!” It’s the concept of God saying something to his people, and his people automatically respond with something along the lines of a ‘prove it!’ mentality (in other words, they question it), to which God gives them one heck of an answer that more than proves his original point. The book of Malachi starts with God saying, “I have loved you,” and his people responding with, “How have you loved us?” Go read Malachi 1 for God’s pretty poignant response. The beauty of the statement is the verb form of “have.” It lends itself to meaning that he has loved them – period. Not, “I have loved you because you got your act together,” or “I have loved you as a result of the good works you do,” or “I have loved you because you’ve followed the rules.” If there was ever a nation that didn’t do what God said, it was his own people Israel! But the “have” there implies that God has already loved them before they straightened things out, before they walked the straight & narrow, and outside their efforts as humans. Way cool.

Malachi has had me thinking about the 400 year silence between the end of his book and the beginning of the New Testament time period, which begins with the birth of Jesus. And here’s what has struck me this year that I’ve never thought about before: The first time God speaks in 400 years, he uses cries and whimpers instead of intelligible words. A newborn baby’s first screams and shrieks outside the womb are the very first sounds to come from Heaven in 400 years! One moment God hasn’t spoken for four centuries, and the very next moment the silence is broken by childbirth. By this point, Israel wouldn’t have necessarily known what to even listen for when trying to hear Yahweh. They’d never experienced it. They were 400 years removed from the last time a prophet brought the Word of the Lord to the people. Who would have expected to listen for God to speak through one of our most common reactions to life, heartache, struggle, overwhelming joy, death, victory, a baptism, conviction, repentance, loosed chains of addiction, music, love, lost love, burning anger, sadness, life-altering news, and a host of other situations? It’s crying. He cries. Think about it: What better way to communicate to the world than with the reaction that is so common in so many circumstances that every human experiences at some time? It’s a universal language! The first time God ‘speaks,’ he uses a language that anyone could have understood: the cry of a newborn baby. John 1:4 – “In him was life (emphasis mine), and that life was the light of all mankind.” Life is never more apparent than the first few moments after a mother gives birth! It’s never more anticipated than then! And it’s marked with a cry.

If we need to know and see how personal, how real, how raw, how relatable, how tender, heck – even how forceful and strong (have you heard a newborn cry recently?! The little dudes don’t hold back!) our God is, we need to look no further than the manger and hear the first sounds that rang out from Heaven in over 400 years. Jesus’ cries were, in that moment, heard only by those who surrounded his manger that night, but they have echoed in eternity as the most relatable speech he could have brought to earth to begin his life.

And that life is full circle. He both begins and ends his life crying. One cry brought about the newness of life and the beginning of a 33-year-long journey that led to his final cries on the cross as a grown man, battling all of hell’s forces to save the wretches like you and me.

Our God truly is amazing, and he is so, so good even when our lives or situations are not. I hope you’ll take time this Christmas Day to consider Jesus’ cries, and to express to him the cries of your heart. He knows it. He gets it. Lay your heart’s cry at the manger, and listen for his. What a beautiful way to break 400 years’ worth of silence: the cry of newborn life.

Merry Christmas.


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Wholly Consumed

“Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, “Abraham!”
“Here I am,” he replied.
Then God God said, “Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about.”
Early the next morning Abraham got up and saddled his donkey. He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about. On the third day Abraham looked up and saw the place in the distance. He said to his servants, “Stay here with the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We will worship and then we will come back to you.”
Abraham took the wood for the burnt offering and placed it on his son Isaac, and he himself carried the fire and the knife.”

-Genesis 22:1-5

Many of us know this story. Abraham is told to take Isaac to Mount Moriah and sacrifice him. God asked him to kill his one and only son, whom was born when Abraham was 100 years old. Abraham had waited decades upon decades for this boy to be born. At nearly ten years of age, God asks him to kill him. We know how the story ends; God allows Abraham to go as far as raising the knife over the boy when suddenly God directs his attention to a ram caught in the thicket. God saves the day. The entire story was an imagery and prophecy of what was to come through God’s one and only son, Jesus Christ.

I’ve read this story numerous times, but I caught something new this time. Verse 2: “Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering…

Burnt offerings in the Old Testament were to be completely consumed by the fire. These were the BIG offerings, most notably sacrificed on the Day of Atonement.

God didn’t just ask Abraham to give over his son as Hannah gave over Samuel (she gave him over in full duty and service to the Lord). He asked Abraham to give over what was most precious to him and allow it to be wholly consumed. God promised Abraham that he would make a great nation out of Abraham’s offspring, but first, God wanted the blessing back. He didn’t just want Abraham to promise that Isaac’s life would be fully devoted to God. He wanted proof that Abraham was serious about giving everything up for Him.

What is the burnt offering that I need to offer? Each of us has to figure this out for ourselves. This is a difficult answer to find, if you ask me. What’s the one thing that I hold dearer than anything else on this earth? What do I need to allow to be wholly consumed in order to follow the plan of God? Sometimes I think it’s making the commitment to not mull over relationships/marriage. That might come as a shocker, but it’s true. I’ve spent more time in prayer over relationships/marriage than I have with most other things (I can really only think of one or two things that have topped that prayer – Dad’s salvation being one of them). Whatever it is that I find needs to be wholly consumed really needs to be something that will hurt when I say to God, “Take it. It’s yours anyway.” I’m still praying for whatever that may be.

One more observation from this passage.

Verse 3: “When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering…”

Take a second to think about how much wood it would take to offer a full grown bull, or a ram, or any other full grown animal, as a burnt offering. That’s how much wood Abraham cut according to this passage. That all of a sudden changes the perspective of verse six: “Abraham took the wood for the burn offering and placed it on his son Isaac…” Isaac’s carrying of the wood to the altar is obviously imagery of Christ carrying his cross to Calgary. We all get that. But have you ever thought about how similar the two situations would have been? The cross would have been no small object. The amount of wood that it would have taken to burn an adolescent boy wouldn’t have been a small amount either. Everything Abraham did to prepare for this moment was as well-prepared as any other sacrifice would have been. Does this strike anyone else the way it does me? Burnt offerings were SUCH a humongous deal to the Israelites. The cream of the crop (well, herd…) was given over to God.

What is it that we as individuals can offer as burnt sacrifices?
What about as a church?

Pray on friends.

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