Jesus Isn't Decaf (By Naomi Meyers)

A pent-up sigh of sweet relief floated from his lips at her acquiescence. Although God had sent him to bear this announcement, he hadn’t been completely certain she’d agree. Not because he doubted God. Not at all. He doubted humans. Often leading with their emotions, they had a tendency to be fickle. He’d seen it a thousand times. Humanity grabbing up the torch of God and bolting headlong into His work only to become disgruntled, displeased, disappointed, discouraged, and toss the same torch to the ground in defiance and disobedience. He hoped it wouldn’t be the case this time. 

Watching the wash of emotions float over her countenance as he spoke was reassuring. It was almost as if he could see her mind processing his words. The startled fear that filled her at his sudden appearance dissipated only to be replaced with confusion as she sorted out his greeting. He hadn’t meant to be enigmatic. The words were supposed to calm and comfort. Who wouldn’t want to be told they were favored by God? 

The girl was right to be wary, though. She clearly suspected there was more to the statement than a simple blessing. She wasn’t wrong. He had so much to tell her. So much she wouldn’t understand. So many things she would find nearly impossible to grasp. Her mind would be flooded with answerless questions. Her faith would be tested to its outermost limits. The completion of this task would require her to fully trust the God she had never seen yet in whom she still chose to believe. 

Humanity was fickle that way, too. Trust came hard. They wanted to see before they believed. But faith doesn’t work that way. Faith is believing that the words God speaks are, through His omnipotence, “yes and amen.” No matter how long it takes for their fruition. Regardless of whether it happens the way you hoped. Whether or not you see it happen. Faith is unwavering confidence that what God has promised He will also perform. It is the unabated knowledge that you can trust His heart. Always. (II Corinthians 1:20; Romans 4:20-21)

Mary would need that faith, that confidence, that trust. Gabriel’s next words would reveal the exact reason for his visit. It was not news to be considered lightly. As the astonishing announcement of her impending miraculous conception and heavenly pregnancy washed over Mary, so did the questions. A thousand of them. How? How was she chosen? How would this happen? How would Joseph know she had not been unfaithful to their commitment? How would she share the news with her family and friends? How could she prove it was God’s child, not an illegitimate son conceived outside the bonds of marriage? More importantly, and most confounding of all, was one overarching question. How, exactly, did one parent the Son of God?

Gabriel had few answers, but the ones he did have were indisputable. God would do what God would do. Improbable things. Impossible things. Important things. Things the truly faithful had been waiting centuries to see happen. This Child would be proof, once again, that when God speaks, you can trust Him. And she did. Casting her faith in the God who had never once let her people down, led them astray, or forsaken them, Mary trustingly answered, “Yes!” (Luke 1:26-38)

It wouldn’t be the last time Mary would stand in the balance, weigh the options and answer, “Yes,” to God’s will, His way, His timing at the risk of her own heartache. It wouldn’t be the last time she would be pressed to trust His heart because His hand was horrifically obscured. As socially awkward as her ill-timed pregnancy may have been, harder times were coming. She must have known that. As the shepherds collected around that manger in the shadowy stable the night of Jesus’ birth, Mary looked on with the peaceful knowledge of Who she had birthed. As those men ran out into the streets telling everyone about the new baby in the stable three lanes over, Mary collected those confirming events in her heart for future moments of struggle and doubt. Times when she would need to remind herself that her Son was actually God’s Son, the Savior of the world. He was born for more than carpentry. He was born to save His people from their sins. (Luke 2:15-19)

Not once is it recorded that she breathed a word of His greatness. Not when she brought Him to the temple as an infant. Not when Simeon and Anna rejoiced with recognition. Not when they had to travel three extra days back to Jerusalem only to find Him sitting among the religious leaders listening and asking questions. Not even when His response to their concern for His welfare sounded more like rejection than respect. Even then, Mary simply collected the memories. Cherished the moments. Rested her soul in the treasured proof that her faith, her trust, her confidence had not been misplaced. Never once does she regret her choice. (Luke 2:22-51)

There would be opportunities to do so. Many of them. Surely as she watched the people of Nazareth, their hometown, refuse and reject her Son, she wished to speak up, tell them to wise up. She didn’t. Rejected when she and her sons visited the place He was speaking and asked to see Him, surely her heart was wounded at His response. In pain, she could have whispered frustrated words about His deity conflicting with His humanity. She didn’t. In actions we often find nearly impossible to emulate, Mary calls to mind all the things she knows to be true. She casts her faith and trust in God and, although she probably isn’t always excited about the results, she says, “Yes,” to whatever God the Father is doing through their Son. (Luke 4:16-30)

It’s difficult to imagine. At least for me. My stomach flutters in nervousness right along with hers as I picture Mary frantically searching for her missing 12-year-old in a strange city. My spine stiffens in indignation even as my heart spasms in pain when Jesus speaks those words that seem intent on maternal alienation, “Who is my mother and brothers?” I stand in awe that she could so quietly acquiesce, so calmly take her place, so carefully hold her tongue. I shake my head in amazement that, when every other human mother (myself included) would try to micromanage the situation, Mary, in faith, steps back and says, “Yes, Lord,” staying out of the way and allowing God to be God. Even on the hardest day of her life. (Luke 2:43-51; Matthew 12:46-50)

Hanging by nails painfully plunged through His hands and feet into the rough-hewn wood of the cross, Jesus saw her. The blood dripping from his pierced brow almost obscured her bent head, but His heart would recognize her anywhere. She’d been there through the entire grisly event. Her tear-filled eyes had watched as the soldiers ruthlessly fastened His battered, bruised, broken body to that wood and carelessly jostled it into a standing position. She’d listened to His labored breathing. Watched His pain and agony. Felt it as though it was her own. Although tears flowed in endless torrents down her face, she made not one sound. No cries of anger. No screams of pain. No abusive words to the soldiers. She didn’t fling herself at the foot of the cross to howl out her grief. No. In that dark moment, when her firstborn Son hung dying for no fault of His own so He could offer eternal life to undeserving mankind, Mary’s faithful heart echoed the same word it had repeated over and over again throughout the preceding decades. Mary said, “Yes,” to the will and way of the Father. (John 19:25-27)

My heart breaks at the scene. Not just over the immense injustice and unmitigated brutality. It breaks over the woman at the foot of the cross. The woman who has spent her entire motherhood yielding to a power greater than her own. A mother standing by and saying, “Yes,” when her mind was most assuredly screaming, “No!” I have no idea how she did that. My heart is filled with immeasurable respect for the woman we so often brush off as simply “Jesus’ mother”. We pay her no mind, give her no credit. Yet she could teach us so much. Her unending hope and faith and trust in the great plan of God vastly trumps our own. 

So often we stand on the sidelines of our lives attempting to yell instructions at God, inaccurately assuming our nearsighted vision is better than His farsighted plan. How frequently we approach His will with carefully planned arguments and attempted bartering tools. How infrequently we come before Him in absolute faith, trusting that He is for us, working on our behalf. So certain are we of our own superiority in planning and doing that we fail to take advantage of the opportunity to simply rest in the knowledge that God is with us, working for us in the midst of the things we don’t understand, the ones that aren’t going according to plan, the things that seem out of control. How rarely are we courageous enough to sit down, shut up, and let God be God. How unusual it is for our hearts to whisper, “Yes, Lord,” even when our heads are screaming something else entirely.

Perhaps it’s just me, though, who finds myself in this situation. Maybe you have no idea what I’m talking about. Maybe you have been peacefully whispering, “Yes, Lord,” your entire life with no intention of changing. From the bottom of my heart, I applaud you. Stay the course!  Lead the way! But, if you are down here with me, your feet still made of clay, your heart often barely whimpering out an, “Okay,” because the, “No,” in you is so strong, take heart. We can do this! We, too, can be like Mary. Not on our own, but with the help of Almighty God. 

How do I know? Can I prove it? You bet I can! The Word of God says so. It says the One who is in us is greater than the one who inhabits the world. The God who says we can do anything through Him is greater than the one who is against us. The Father who said His strength is sufficient for every problem, every trial, every ounce of suffering has promised and nothing can stop Him from fulfilling His word! So take heart! Anchor your hope and faith securely in the God who never abandons His people. Trust Him. Trust Him to know what you don’t know. Trust Him to do what you can’t do. Rest your soul in His promises, keep your mind stayed on Him, let His peace fill you, and just like Mary, may you confidently whisper, “Yes, Lord!”  (I John 4:4; Romans 8:31; Philippians 4:13; II Corinthians 12:9; Ezekiel 12:28; Deuteronomy 31:8; Isaiah 26:3-4)

With the final stroke of Malachi’s pen, the prophets fell silent. For 400 years they remained such, their tongues and pens still. The people who originally held so much hope of the imminent birth of the Christ-child had passed away. Ensuing generations would gradually grow less and less hopeful. Tired of waiting. Tired of hoping. Tired of wondering if they had misinterpreted the sacred text. 

Where was God anyway? Never had he been late in fulfilling His promises. What was taking so long? When the captives in Egypt cried out to God for release, He sent Moses and Aaron to rescue them. When the waters of the Red Sea trapped them helpless at the mercy of their captors, He didn’t hand them directions for a year-long bridge-building project. He parted that water then and there. When they needed water and food in their trek through the desert, He didn’t drop down a packet of seeds and a shovel for them to plant and wait for the harvest. He covered the ground in manna and had Moses strike a rock. Over and over again, when faced with unbeatable enemies, God had never needed days or weeks, months or years to invent and implement a strategy for salvation. Not even once. He’d had it ready before they even needed it. All they had to do was ask. (Exodus 7; Exodus 14:21; Exodus 17; Psalm 105; II Chronicles 20)

So what was the hold-up? Centuries had passed since God had promised the Messiah would come and dwell among them. It hadn’t happened. He hadn’t come. No matter how patiently they waited and hoped. Regardless how fervently they prayed and begged. In spite of their constant glances heavenward, the skies remained brass. God remained silent. They couldn’t see His hand at work so, steeped in discouragement, they determined He wasn’t working at all. 

They desperately wished He was. They wished He would send the promised Christ-child. It would make their lives so much easier if only He would come and silence the critics. It would make the embarrassment of unfulfilled waiting more palatable. The scoffers constantly asking where their Messiah was would suddenly be speechless. The naysayers forever wondering what was holding Him up would have their answer. The doubters always questioning if there had been a misinterpretation, if the prophets had simply been too aged to accurately hear the voice of God would know without a doubt that their waiting had not been in vain. As it stood, the continued waiting added up to so much speculation and taunting it was easier to pretend the cynics were right, to agree there could have possibly been a mistake. 

There was no mistake. In that 400 years of alleged silence, God was busy. He was doing what the prophets could never do, what they could never adequately express, what they would run out of ink attempting to record. Kingdoms would rise and fall. Prophecies would be fulfilled. People would be given opportunity after opportunity to place their faith and hope in the promise of God and trust Him for the fulfillment. Even when the answer was a long time coming. Not everyone stayed the course. Religious factions were born. The path to eternal life leaned heavily on works and adherence to the law. People quit believing God was sending a rescue, so they attempted to make one of their own. Because they were so busy being god for themselves, they largely failed to notice when the heavens responded.

When everyone believed God was unmoving, inactive, non-verbal, He moved. Into this silence, He spoke. Words of hope to one of the few still listening, still believing hearts. To Zechariah he sent an angel with the news of a child. To people who had long since relegated their hope of procreation to the rubbish bin, God said, “Let there be life.” And there was.

Born of God’s alleged inaction, John the Baptist came to prepare the way for Jesus Christ. There was little fanfare. The miraculous circumstances of his birth would go unnoticed. It had happened before. Barren births littered their history. Sarah. Rebekah. Rachel. Hannah. God had been speaking life into barren places since the dawn of time. There would be no glory or glamour. No one would revere or respect him. His demise would rest on the evil whim of a wicked woman and her corrupt child. But his work. His work would be imperative. (Genesis 11:30, 25:21, 29:31; I Samuel 1-2; Matthew 14:1-12; Genesis 1-2)

It would be an onerous task. Not only would he have to take on the pagans and infidels, he would have to sway those who already believed they knew the way to God. Those who had chosen to throw in with the idea that forgiveness of sin and eternal life could be earned by legalistic adherence to the law. Those who had chosen to stop waiting for the promised Messiah and create a way to Heaven on their own. Those who mistakenly believed there was a side door, a rear entrance, an unguarded gate through which they could eternally enter the presence of Almighty God. (Matthew 3; Luke 3:1-22)

John the Baptist was tasked with straightening out the crooked paths of twisted human thinking. He was charged with preparing people who now doubted Jesus’ coming, to accept Him when He came. He was assigned the duty of preparing hearts now set in their ways to change for the better when Jesus called them. John was precisely placed in a society poised to reject the Messiah out of hand, to show them that their kingdoms were for a lifetime, but the kingdom of God would have no end. His mission was to convince society to open their eyes, lift up their heads, and be ready. Jesus was coming. Coming to do a work in their day that they would never believe could happen until they saw it. (Habakkuk 1:5; Isaiah 9:6-7; Luke 1:76-79; Mark 1:1-8) 

As a teenager, depressed by the deepening evil of the world around me, I once mentioned to my Dad how scary it was to be living in those times. He vehemently disagreed. “Oh, no,” he said, “These are the most exciting times to be a Christian! Isn’t it exciting to see what God is going to do next?!” Decades later I find myself wholeheartedly agreeing. The angels are not silently waiting for the signal to blow the final trump. The saints are not holding their applause awaiting that rapturous announcement. God is not sitting silently as the world spirals out of control. Oh no, friend. God is still very busy. He is up to something so amazing you wouldn’t believe it even if I had space to type it all.  

And He wants us to be part of it. He wants us to stop looking forlornly around, bemoaning the horrific state of the world in general and our society specifically, and remember that He is not finished working. Instead of clustering together in clandestine meetings encouraging one another to continue white-knuckling until the second coming, we need to place our faith in His word and believe He still wants to do magnificent work in our day. We need to know in our hearts and believe in our heads that He is not through with humanity. He has not quit calling people to Himself. He has not stopped saving souls. In this moment, when we are tempted to believe the shots have all been called, the moves have all been made, God wants to sweep in and do amazing work in our day that will silence the critics, confound the naysayers, and dump the doubters on their heads. Do you believe it? 

Do you believe that into the spiritual silence of recent years, God wants to once again send the saving grace of Jesus Christ? Do you believe He is calling you to prepare the way? He is. He is calling you to repentance, revival, renewal. He is calling you to examine your own heart and life. Clean it out. Clear out any obstructions to the presence of God within you, the work of God in your life. Sow righteousness and love in those places you’ve let lie dormant. Grow attitudes and actions that vibrantly exhibit the grace of God in your life. Let the peace of God so fill your heart and soul and mind that the chaos of this world absolutely cannot shake you. Allow the excitement of the living, present, active Jesus Christ to spill from your soul and flow to the barren lives around you. Step out of your comfort zone, your happy place, your fulfillment center and go be a way-maker. Make way for the glorious work of Jesus Christ! (Hosea 10:2; Joel 2:12-13; Philippians 4:6; Matthew 3:8, 5:16; )

Centuries ago, after centuries of silence, God sent Jesus into a broken, bruised, barren world starving for hope and help and healing. In spite of the valiant work of John the Baptist, so many missed Him. Although Jesus has long since ascended to sit by the Father, He still walks among us. The world today is just as broken and bruised and spiritually barren as it was then. People are still starving for hope and help and healing. Just as John the Baptist was called to prepare the way for Jesus then, we are called to do so now. Called to be way-makers. Called to clear the way for God to work and move among us. May we choose to answer the call. May we choose to be way-makers. May revival fill our land. Isn’t the very thought exciting? (Habakkuk 3:2; Luke 4:16-30; Mark 16:19; Psalm 85:6)

His heart lightened as his gaze fell over the gathered people. The worst of times had finally birthed the best of times. It had been a long time coming. A long, treacherous trek.  Many had been the roadblocks and near-certain cessation of the journey. Some days required every ounce of his God-given courage. Often sleepless nights were spent in broken prayers for wisdom. Hours of instructions and leading and encouraging the people had nearly drained his emotional fortitude. He wouldn’t change a thing. The hardships had all been worth it. The outcome was greater than he could have hoped.

When he’d first been given the report, Nehemiah almost wished he hadn’t asked. Although some of the Jewish exiles had returned to Jerusalem, their life wasn’t better. They were struggling. They were in despair, reproach, shame. The wall around Jerusalem, built to keep out their considerable enemies, was in miserable disrepair. Sections were broken. Stones had fallen out. Part had been consumed by fire. Other places appeared as though no wall had ever existed. They were defenseless. Completely vulnerable. Unprotected. Living in constant anxiety and fear of enemy encounters. More importantly, no one was doing anything about it. It broke his heart. Weighted his soul. Troubled his countenance. Enough to draw the attention of the king. (Nehemiah 1)

Perhaps it wouldn’t have taken much for the king to notice a change in Nehemiah’s demeanor. He was the cupbearer, after all. The man whose life stood between King Artaxerxes and death by poisoned wine. His character was impeccable. His loyalty absolute. Perhaps over time they had forged a bond. A relationship where they could speak freely with one another. The king could bemoan current affairs. The servant could offer insight regarding those outside the palace walls. The Bible doesn’t actually tell us the exact nature of the relationship, but it seems safe to assume Nehemiah had more pull with Artaxerxes than a simple sipper. Maybe the notice came from an oddly formed friendship. Perhaps it flowed from a silence normally filled with chatter. Maybe it sprang from a perceived continual threat of death. Most likely, it was an answer to the prayers Nehemiah had been continually crying out to his God. 

For days he’d been fasting and praying. Reminding himself of who God is. Confessing sin on behalf of himself and the people in Jerusalem. Failures and foibles and outright rebellions. There were no excuses. None could ever be acceptable. They deserved punishment. But God is faithful. Years before, in another time, another place, God made a promise. If they would return to Him and keep His commandments he would gather His people together back to the place He had chosen to place His name. It would be a fantastic work, and Nehemiah wanted to be part of it. He simply needed permission to go. A softened royal heart. A willing kingly hand.

In another time, another place, under a different king, the response to Nehemiah’s grief and outlandish requests might have been different. It would take little time to list kings and leaders whose hardened hearts would have happily refused his appeal. But God was already at work. Artaxerxes rubber-stamped the requests. All of them. Leave of absence. Letters of passage. Leverage with lumbermen. Nehemiah had passed the first hurdle. 

It wouldn’t be the last. Although the letters allowed him to pass, he made no friends on his journey. The governors of the intervening provinces were not pleased to see him or hear of his intent. No one wished him well or offered help. His survey of the dilapidated wall around Jerusalem was even more discouraging than his imagination had dreamed. Broken walls. Burned gates. Crushed rubble. Everything needed rebuilding. It would take weeks of steady work and the hands of many willing workers. It would also take armed guards. (Nehemiah 2)

For so long the city of Jerusalem had sat unprotected, fair game for bandits, marauding kings, and criminals. Easy prey with no wall of protection. Anything of value continually at risk of being carted away. Property. Women. Children. The wall would make it a fortress. A place that could offer at least a modicum of safety and peace to its inhabitants. A place into which no one could sneak for dastardly activities. A place Sanballat and Tobiah weren’t interested in having created. Gathering their cohorts, they concocted a plan to stop the work. 

Seeds of discord, confusion and misinformation spread throughout the surrounding Jewish communities. Some said the builder’s strength was failing. Some thought they would never accomplish such a monumental task. Others begged them to just come live with them. But God is not surprised or stymied by the ridiculous things that flow from man’s lips. He strengthened them through the words of Nehemiah. “Do not fear them. Remember the might and power of your God. Keep fighting. Keep working.” And they did. 

With posted guards and every man armed, they kept working. When the enemy came against them with words and threats, they kept working. When fear held them in a grip so perilous their flight response seemed the best option, they held fast and kept working. Why? Because they knew the words of Nehemiah were true. God was with them. God would be their strength. God would fight for them. And He did. (Nehemiah 3-4)

Fifty-two days from the start of the project, in spite of perils and troubles and threats and feuds, the wall was finished. The harrowing journey was over. Jerusalem was again a walled, gated, protected city. Celebratory excitement filled the air. Rejoicing and praising rang from their lips. For the first time in decades they felt a sense of rest. It was a moment they would never forget. Resounding with words they would never forget, a call to worship came from the lips of the Levites strongly resembling the words of Nehemiah when he first asked for their help in rebuilding the wall, “Get on your feet!” Get up. Get busy. The wall was finished but their job was not. There was more to do. They needed to bless the Lord.

It would have been so easy for the people to settle into their new, more secure life and forget everything that had made it possible. The blood. The sweat. The tears. Their misguided human minds could have put praise where it didn’t belong. Their hardworking selves. Their fearless leader Nehemiah. The generous king Artaxerxes who provided safe passage for Nehemiah and access to lumber for beams and building. In their joyous excitement to have the wall of Jerusalem and the gates of the Temple back in place, it would have been simple to forget God altogether. Except they couldn’t. The Levites wouldn’t let them. 

They wouldn’t let them remember only the most recent victory. No. They took them back to the dawn of time. The moment when their omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent God, the One who exists from eternity to eternity, spoke the earth and all within it into existence. They reminded them that it is only through Him that humanity lives and breathes and is. He is their God. The God who entered into a one-sided covenant with His people. Knowing they were likely to fail at keeping their half, He entered just the same because His love, His longing for them was too great to deny. Time and again their sin had them in bondage, afflicted, abused. But God had rescued them over and over again, ready to forgive, gracious, merciful, full of unconditional love. His guidance and protection had brought them through the desert into kingdoms with great possessions. Eventually, they forgot Him again, but He never forgot them. Every time they cried, He answered. He continually kept His side of the covenant no matter how often they botched theirs. They needed to look back, even if they weren’t going that way, remember the amazing things God had done for His people, and get on their feet in praise and thanksgiving to their magnificent God!  (Nehemiah 5-9)

So do you. At a time when it is easy to look around you and be discouraged, disappointed, dispirited, don’t. Look back! As far back as your mind can remember. Recount the miraculous things God has done. All of them. Go back to the dawn of time. Read Genesis 1. Allow yourself to be amazed that from nothing God made everything. Recount Jesus’ birth. Find the accounts in Matthew and Luke. Read them for yourself. Let the wonder of the virgin birth wash over you again as if it was the first time you’ve heard it. Ponder Calvary. Feel the pain of nails maliciously driven through flesh. Hear the anguished cry of “It is finished!” Watch his chest heave that final time. Accept the responsibility, the knowledge, it was for you. It was all for you. Every tear. Every pain. Every drop of blood. Freedom from guilt and sin and hell. You don’t deserve it. Could never earn it. Yet still it was done. All for you. (Matthew 1-2, 27; Luke 2, 23; Mark15; Romans 5:6) 

So why are you still sitting there? Get on your feet! Get busy! Bless the Lord your God! He is always with you, rejoicing over you with singing. He daily covers you with His blessings, even when you don’t see them. His love for you is eternal, immovable, unmeasurable, even when you don’t feel it. His heart for you is Heaven, even when it seems a long way off. He’ll do anything to get you there, even if it takes a long trek through a dark valley of enemies. God has always been there, will always be there. This absolute truth should make your heart resound, your soul rise up, your voice cry out. The heavens should be exploding with the sounds of your praise. You should be on your feet!  (Zephaniah 3:17; Psalm 68:19; Jeremiah 31:3; II Peter 3:9; Psalm 23:4; Psalm 100; Psalm 150)

The sounds of exuberant rejoicing reverberated throughout the encampment as the people relished the miraculous victory of a silent march and a carefully timed shout. It was music to his ears. The edges of Joshua’s lips lifted in the semblance of a smile. The people were right to rejoice. Loudly. It had been an astonishing victory. The strongholds of Jericho toppled as though constructed of parchment and ill-prepared paste, proving to the people both within and without that God was intent on giving His people victory. 

Courage was born as Jericho fell. Men who had worn their concern like armor into battle now readied themselves with confidence. Absolute faith that the God who brought victory through marching and shouting would bring victory to His people again and again. Joshua believed it, too. He always had. From the time Moses sent him as a spy to gather intel on Canaan, Joshua had believed with every fiber of his being God would always come through for his people. It was this belief that had him wasting no time dispatching spies to assess the susceptibility of Ai. 

Situated just a short journey outside of Jericho, Ai was a tiny town by comparison. No towering, fortified walls. No mighty, valiant army. It would be an easy battle. A skirmish really. Quick. Clean. Successful. Riding the festive emotions of their recent win, no one thought this battle would be more difficult than the previous one. No one believed they could lose. Not the spies who had taken stock of the town. Not the military leaders. Certainly not Joshua.

Tumbling back into camp, the spies reported their findings and offered their advice. It was a small task. They could scale back their forces. Sending an entire army to route this little burg would be overkill. There were few people, no strongholds. Two or three thousand should do it. Easily. Everyone else could stay home, rest up, sharpen their swords for the next battle and await the message to come collect the spoils of war.  

The message never came. It seemed the soldiers had hardly marched out to battle before they were rushing back into camp. Some wounded. Most winded. All wondering what had just occurred. Their easy battle had taken an unexpected turn. It was the strangest phenomenon. As they approached the city of Ai, their stalwart confidence had begun to flag. Fear gripped the hearts of seasoned warriors. Their footsteps became uncertain. The steady beat of marching feet slowed. As they stared at the easily breachable line of Ai’s forces their hearts became faint. Instead of lifting their swords and taking the town, they lifted their feet in a vigorous sprint toward home. 

Standing at the ready, the army of Ai watched them come with silent aplomb. Not one muscle moved. Not one eye twitched. So focused were they on the approaching army that they noticed every changing nuance of their foe. The less than confident cadence to their march. The restless movements of their hands. The darting fear in their eyes. And the men of Ai stood up just a little straighter. Their spines stiffened with resolve. This would not be Israel’s day. Taking advantage of the palpable fear and obvious hesitation in the oncoming troops, the men of Ai advanced. As they charged, the Israelite army took to their heels. Some to their homes. Some to their death. All to a crushing defeat. 

Like a dousing of water suffocating the dancing flames of a joyous campfire, the jubilation bubbling in the camp of Israel was instantaneously smothered as their men were unceremoniously defeated by an army they should have handily deposed. The people were overcome by fear. In spite of the unexpected loss of husbands, fathers, brothers, friends, solemn silence reigned. Confusion warred against reason. Questions bombarded the mind of every elder and military leader. They had been so confident when they set out for battle. What had happened out there? Where was the God who had given them victory over Jericho? Was He not still the same God? Were they not still His people? Or had He abandoned them there to be prey for the enemies surrounding them?

Clearly Joshua wondered the same things. He knew his men. He would never question their readiness for battle. They were fighting men. Men who knew how to wield a sword and shoot an arrow. Men who had no trouble blackening an eye or brutally taking a life. He’d sent them out with utter confidence they would come home victorious, waving the spoils of war high above their heads. But they hadn’t. Some hadn’t returned at all. The weight of those casualties crushed his heart. His mind couldn’t obliterate the sight of his troops hurriedly hobbling back over the hill winded from their cowardly backtracking. In bewildered desperation, he did the only thing his baffled brain could think to do. Joshua hit his knees. 

Falling to the ground, Joshua bent double, his face literally in the dirt, and cried out the questions violently battering his soul. Had God brought them out of Egypt, through the Red Sea, over the desert, and across the Jordan just to deliver them up for death and destruction by the Amorites? And yes, their cowardice was inexcusable, but did God realize the inhabitants of the surrounding enemy territory would hear of this defeat and come in droves to kill them? His people, and thus His name, would be extinguished from the face of the earth. Was this God’s plan all along? Was He going to stand by and let this happen? Had God brought them through hell and high water only to allow them to be slaughtered between Jericho and Ai? Of course not. Joshua knew that. But still his desperate heart cried out one last question. “What then are you going to do to preserve the greatness of your name, Lord?” (Joshua 7:6-9)

If Joshua was expecting a pat on the back and some heavenly mollycoddling, he was in for a grand surprise. God’s answer was all business. “Get up! Get busy. There is sin in your camp.” Joshua’s mouth must have gaped in surprise. He had no way of knowing what Achan had done. He didn’t know they were housing a thief and liar sitting on goods taken from the forbidden spoils of Jericho. But he did know what covering sin would do. It would make them weak and fearful, susceptible to attack, unable to stand before their enemies. They would lose, not just their battle acumen, but their spiritual acuity as well. The God who had walked with them, delivered them and prospered them would no longer dwell among them. Because God cannot, does not, will not share His holy habitation with covered sin. (Joshua 6-7)

Perhaps Joshua sucked in a fortifying breath as he arose to begin the monumental task of ridding the camp of sin. Surely he faced the process of separating the tribes, the households, the individuals with reticence. Surely he dreaded commencing the commands that must be followed. No man of his godly stature would relish the spiritual demise of another. Yet it had to be done. Sin had to be evicted. Having God remain in their midst was worth so much more than a few baubles and trinkets of unauthorized goods. As much as it must have pained Joshua to order the demise of Achan and his household, he knew with surety that the presence of sin would always equal the absence of God. (Proverbs 28:13; Psalm 5:4; Matthew 6:24; Joshua 7:12) 

It still does, you know. The addition of sin always results in the subtraction of God. He doesn’t live where sin abides. We tend to act like it isn’t so. We hold onto our grudges, our hurts, our hate. We tend little gardens of ill will, anger, and bitterness. We whisper gossip, tell tales, spread falsehood. Somehow we manage to convince our wayward hearts God doesn’t see, doesn’t know, doesn’t care. Then, when hardships and horrors come our way, we flop on our faces and cry out to God begging Him to do something, change something, fix everything. Casting a blind eye at our bulging sack of pet sins, we cry out words similar to Joshua’s, “What are You gonna do about this, Lord?” (Isaiah 29:15; Psalm 44:21; Jeremiah 16:17; Proverbs 6:16-19; Psalm 66:18)

Friend, if there is a duffle bag of secret sins tucked in the closet of your heart, God’s answer is going to sound very similar to the one He gave Joshua. “Get up. Get busy. Get rid of your sin.” All of it. Because God sees them. He sees your secret sins. He hears your whispered words. He reads your vengeful thoughts. All the things you hide from the public, the things you think no one knows. God knows. And He says they have got to go if you want Him to stay. But God will never force you. The choice will always be yours. Salvation or sin. Victory or defeat. God or satan. Heaven or hell. As you stand at this crossroads, staring at your options, weighing the outcome, I pose to you the question you have likely asked God a thousand times, “What are you gonna do about it?” (Psalm 94:7-11; Joshua 24:15; Psalm 90:8; Ephesians 5:11; Luke 16:13)

For the past two weeks I have been trekking through the book of Leviticus. It is an annual pilgrimage. A marathon more than a fun run. A journey more than a vacation. Still I persist. Short on stomach strength and long on mental imagery, it seems I am often up against some verbal depiction I am hesitant to read. Or fully comprehend. Bloody sacrifices. Growing, discolored skin lesions. Bodily discharges. Child sacrifices. I often reach the end of the book with a sigh and heartfelt gratitude that I’m not hauling the little black bull affectionately dubbed “Snuffles” to the slaughter for no fault of his own. That and the fact that I live on this side of the New Testament. 

Leviticus is a much more comfortable read from our 21st-century vantage point. We have 63 additional Biblical books to read along with it. Books that complete the story. Books that tell us how Jesus came to be the ultimate sacrifice. Books that record the tearing of the temple veil giving humanity direct access to the Father. Books that tell us we don’t have to sacrifice animals and grain to nullify our sin. Oh, yes, Leviticus is a much better read from where we now sit.

At least it usually is. Until this year. This year, Leviticus took me by surprise. Nearly buried at the end of chapter 2, tacked almost as an afterthought to the meticulous instructions for grain offerings comes a command that tangled the thought lines of my 21st-century brain. It inextricably mixed my Old Testament commands and my New Testament teachings, although it seems not to easily fit in either place. The verbiage is reminiscent of a frequent kitchen reminder.  In common colloquialism, it would likely read, “Don’t forget the salt.” 

Immediately my mind had questions. My logic asks why. Why salt a sacrifice? God isn’t going to eat it. He’s not going to taste the acrid smoke of burning bread floating up to Heaven. It seems such a strange addition to the exacting instructions for the handling of acceptable offerings. And they were exacting! So detailed were the requirements, it is clear the method mattered as much as the sacrifice. Perfect, spotless animals. Carefully prepared grain offerings. Bread baked following precise instructions. Flour. Oil. Hold the leaven. Don’t forget the salt. 

When God’s words projected from Moses’ mouth into the ears of the people, they must surely have had a response similar to mine. Questions arose in their minds. Eyebrows went up. Someone sucked in a sharp breath. Salt was a treasured commodity. Useful for multiple things. Food preparation. Preservation. Medicinal properties. It didn’t come easily. They didn’t cultivate it in their fields or rear it in their barns. They likely were not excited about tossing salt on every sacrifice. 

They would do it. It was non-negotiable. God required it. And God always has a reason for His requirements. They are never just whims He thought up to push or press us to our wit’s end. He spends not one moment thinking up ways to annoy, irritate or frustrate His children. No. There is always a reason for God’s requirements. Salting the sacrifice was no different. God wouldn’t taste the sacrifice, but it would still make His taste buds dance. Why? Because every time they tossed that liberal pinch of salt on their sacrifice it was a reminder to themselves and a statement to God that they were still aware of the covenant they had made with Him. They were still willing to do what it took to be His people. They still accepted Him as their God above all other gods.

It was also a reminder that they were still in covenant with God Himself. He was at work on their behalf. He was fighting their battles. He was moving behind the scenes to protect and prosper His people. When they stood in places where things seemed impossible, the God who had entered into covenant with them was the same God with whom nothing would ever be impossible. They could trust Him. Not just to rescue them from unfavorable predicaments, but to hold up His end of the covenant. Because God had never, could never, would never renege on His word. That salt reminded them that no matter where they were, no matter the circumstances they were up against, their covenant-keeping God would never leave them or forsake them. He would always hold up His end of the bargain. (Isaiah 41:10; Luke 1:37; Genesis 18:14; I Kings 8:56)

Little has changed in the intervening centuries. We are still called to offer sacrifices to God. Not blemishless bulls and rams. Not precisely prepared birds and grains. Just ourselves. God wants us. All of us. Every. Single. Part. Minds and bodies. Time and talents. Thoughts and words. Resources and relationships. God wants it all. Every part of us. He wants us to come out from the world. Be different. Be changed. Be renewed. He wants us to enter into a covenant relationship with Him that cannot be undone by persecution, trials, frustrations, or fears. He invites us to fully lean into our covenant-keeping God. He wants us to trust Him. And He wants some salt on it. (Romans 12:1-2; Matthew 22:37; Luke 14:26; Proverbs 3:5-6)

More than 1,400 years after Moses spoke God’s words to the Children of Israel, at a different place, in a different time, to different people Jesus was still asking His followers to salt their sacrifice. Not in the same words. Not in an identical context. But salt just the same. At the end of the beautiful blessings we know as the Beatitudes, Jesus reminds us that we are the salt. The salted living sacrifice presented to God for His use. We are His ambassadors. We are His likeness. We are the presence of God in the middle of a nation far from Him. The preservation of godly principles in a world that is quickly tossing them over. We are the covenant keepers, the life preservers, the salt shakers. (Matthew 5:13; II Corinthians 5:20; II Timothy 2:15-25; Romans 6:13)

Just as the salt on the sacrifices of those Old Testament people cost them, being the salt of the earth might cost you. Not everyone will be enamored with or excited by the accuracy of your moral compass or your map that takes the high road. Do it anyway. Don’t break the covenant you made with God to be His person, His salt, His messenger in a world fraught by fainthearted, indecisive, amoral opinions. Don’t waver when persecutions, falsehoods, and evils come against you either. The God who entered a covenant with you has never left, will never leave, His people alone to fight on His behalf. He will be with you in trouble to deliver you. You can trust Him. Stay the course. (Romans 8:28; Philippians 1:12; Matthew 5:10-11; James 1:2; Deuteronomy 31:8; Psalm 91:15; Exodus 14:14)

Admittedly, the social climate of our day is violently unrelenting in its endeavors to turn you away from following God. They tell you a God of love wouldn’t ask you to sacrifice your own wants, whims and wishes to follow Him. They try to convince you the Bible can’t possibly mean what it clearly says. They say God doesn’t care what you do. They live like they believe it. They press and pressure you to do the same. Don’t do it. God always has a reason for His requirements and that reason is always in your best interest. Don’t fall to social pressure. Be the salt. (II Timothy 2:15-25, 3:1-5; I Corinthians 2:14; II Corinthians 4:4; James 4:4)

In a time when you are pressed on every side to forget who you are in Christ and become something you were never meant to be in the world, remember who you are. You are a finite, flawed human being in a covenant relationship with an infinite, impeccable God. Be awed and amazed by that. The great God of the universe who needs nothing and relies on no one chooses to enter a binding, indissoluble covenant with mere humanity. A covenant of loyalty and friendship. A covenant that promises His presence and protection through every circumstance on your earthly journey. The requirements are few but exacting. Offer yourself a living sacrifice to God. All of you. Every. Single. Part. And don’t forget to be the salt! (Colossians 3:2; Ephesians 4:24; Acts 17:24-25; Isaiah 42:5; Psalm 89:34; Hebrews 13:5; Matthew 28:20)