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Sons And Brothers

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SONS AND BROTHERS

“Jesus said, ‘Do not hold me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’ Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news, ‘I have seen the Lord!’ And she told them that He had said these things to her.” John 20:17-18 NIV.

Mary was overwhelmed with joy. All she wanted to do was to hold her Master and never let Him go. There were so many things she did not yet understand. For now, Jesus was alive and that was all that mattered. But for Jesus, there were still things to accomplish to fulfil the imagery of the Old Testament Scriptures.

After the high priest had sacrificed the second goat on the Day of Atonement (the first goat was the Azazel — the live goat that carried the sins of the people out into the wilderness), he had to take the blood into the Most Holy Place and sprinkle it on the Mercy Seat to make atonement for the people. No one was allowed to touch him until he had reappeared from behind the veil.

Was Jesus referring to this imagery when He stopped Mary from touching Him? Later on when He met His disciples in the upper room, He invited Thomas to touch Him, to probe His wounds so that he would be sure it was really Jesus. Why did He contradict Himself?

“But when Christ came as high priest of the good things that are already here, He went through the greater and more perfect tabernacle that is not made with human hands, that is to say, not part of this creation. He did not enter by means of the blood of goats and calves; but He entered the Most Holy Place once for all by His own blood, thus obtaining eternal redemption.” Hebrews 9:11 NIV.

The writer to the Hebrews does not give us an idea of when this happened. It could be   that at some time between Jesus’ appearance to Mary Magdalene and to the disciples in the upper room, He had presented His blood to the Father as an eternal atonement for sin. How else can we understand the apparent contradiction between His instruction to Mary and His invitation to Thomas? I am not starting a new heresy, just wondering!

Jesus used a little phrase that has captured my attention, ‘…My brothers…’ For the first time in His association with His disciples, He called them “brothers”.  Something had changed His relationship with them, from “servants” to “friends” (John 15:15) to “brothers”. There was a new blood relationship with them that had not existed before. He referred to God as His Father and their Father, not “our Father” in a general way which would not have drawn their attention to the newly-formed family relationship.

Again we are indebted to the author of Hebrews for throwing light on Jesus’ words.

“In bringing many sons and daughters to glory, it was fitting that God, for whom and through whom everything exists, should make the pioneer of their salvation perfect through what He suffered. Both the one who makes people holy and those who are made holy are of the same family. So Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers and sisters.

“He says, ‘I will declare your name to my brothers and sisters; in the assembly I will sing your praises.'” Hebrews 2:10-12 NIV.

The unthinkable has happened. Brothers and sisters! That puts us who believe in Him on the same level as He is. The same love that the Father has for His Son He has for His sons and daughters. Through His grace He has raised us up and seated us with Christ in the heavenly realms (Ephesians 2:6, 7). He has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in Christ.

It’s all about Him. He has reinstated us into His family and given us the status and privileges of sonship. We are no longer slaves but sons, and He had given us the Spirit of sonship and the witness of the Spirit that were are indeed children of God. He has given us His name, His blessing, His home and an inheritance in His Son which are all the benefits of sonship.

What more do we need?

Agony To Ecstasy!

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AGONY TO ECSTASY!

“Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the feet. They asked her, ‘Woman, why are you crying?’ ‘They have taken my Lord away,’ she said, ‘and I don’t know where they have put Him.’ At this she turned around and saw Jesus there, but she did not realise that it was Jesus.” John 20:11-14 NIV.

Poor Mary! Her eyes were so swollen with weeping and her mind so dulled with grief that she seemed almost to have lost her senses. Two angels were sitting in the tomb where the body of Jesus had lain but they didn’t even startle her. She did not react in fear or wonder. They asked her a question and she replied as though she were talking to her next-door neighbour.

She did not appear to be surprised at the sight of unearthly beings or wonder who they were or what they were doing there. To her at that moment it might have been an everyday occurrence to see angels sitting in a tomb guarding empty burial cloths!

Her reply was exactly what she was thinking. Someone had stolen her Lord’s body and she was distraught because she no longer had free access to the place where she could go to mourn and remember. She had nothing left of Him but memories, and now those memories were stained by more loss, not only the loss of His presence but now also the loss of His earthly remains.

What could she do now but go away and nurse her terrible grief? The pain in her gut was unbearable. She felt as though she would die of sorrow and disappointment. Great sobs wracked her body as she turned to walk away, dismissing the unusual event as though it were of no consequence.

Through the blur of tears she saw someone standing outside the tomb, but she did not recognise Him because tears and grief had blinded her.

“He asked her, ‘Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?’ Thinking He was the gardener, she said, ‘Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have put Him and I will get Him.”’  John 20:15 NIV.

Really, Mary! Did you think that you, a frail woman, could carry away a heavy, dead weight corpse? And where would you put Him? In your house, in the front room? She was not only blinded but irrational at that moment. She did not even recognise her beloved Master’s voice. She expected nothing but to mourn at the tomb of the one she loved more than life.

I try to imagine how Jesus felt at that moment. Mary was broken with grief. She had watched Him die. She had seen where He had been buried and had come to mourn for Him…He was ecstatic with joy. He had endured the cross, conquered death and was on the point of revealing Himself to the first person who would ever see Him alive in His resurrection body.

“Jesus said to her, ‘Mary!’ She turned towards Him and cried out in Aramaic, ‘Rabboni!’ (which means “Teacher”).” John 20:16 NIV.

What a moment! Disclosure! Revelation! Understanding! Unparalleled delight! Mary exploded with joy! In an instant, her sorrow vanished and was replaced with ecstasy. Jesus was alive and that was all that mattered. Her name, uttered by her Lord, changed everything. All the tender love of the Son of God for a daughter He had rescued and given new life, was packed into that one word.

He had done it! He had taken the devil on and won. Mary represented the whole human race and especially those who would, like her, now be able to embrace Jesus as the Son of God and their Lord, entrust their lives to Him and submit to His loving authority over them for the rest of their lives. She had seen Him, heard Him and she was content.

Have you seen Him with the eyes of faith? Have you heard Him call your name? Do you know that He is alive? Forever? And so are you?

He Saw And Believed!

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HE SAW AND BELIEVED!

“Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance. So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, ‘They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put Him.'” John 20:1-3a NIV.

John’s story sounds so true-to-life, doesn’t it?

Mary Magdalene is so distraught about the death of her Master that she can’t sleep. She gets up before daybreak and hurries noiselessly through the dark streets of the city until she comes to the tomb. What is she going to do there? She probably doesn’t know. She just wants to be there one more time, to be near her beloved Master.

In the light of the full moon, as she nears the tomb she notices that something is amiss. Instead of the huge round stone sealing the entrance, it has been rolled away, leaving a gaping hole. She stops for a moment to assess the situation and then turns and runs, as fast as her legs can carry her, back to the city. Her first thought? ‘I must tell Peter! He’ll know what to do.’

With rasping breaths she gasps out her story. ‘He’s gone! They’ve taken Him away. I don’t know where He is.’ That’s all. The stone has been moved. Something’s wrong.  Without even going inside the tomb to check whether He is still there, the only conclusion she can come to is that His body has been stolen.

“So Peter and the other disciple started for the tomb. Both were running, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. He bent over and looked in at the strips of linen lying there, but he did not go it.

“Then Simon Peter came along behind him and went straight into the tomb. He saw the strips of linen lying there, as well as the cloth that had been wrapped around Jesus’ head. The cloth was still lying in its place, separate from the linen. Finally the other disciple who reached the tomb first, also went inside. He saw and believed. (They still did not understand from Scripture that Jesus had to rise from the dead) Then the disciples went back to the others where they were staying.”  John 20:3b-10 NIV.

Peter and John wrap their cloaks around them and rush off to see what the woman is talking about. By this time it is beginning to get light. John, the younger man, outruns Peter and reaches the tomb first. The stone has been rolled away, just as Mary had said. He stops at the entrance, hesitant to go in. He bends down and peers into the gloom. As his eyes become accustomed to the dark, he sees something strange. The grave clothes are still lying there, intact but empty. The body has gone.

Peter arrives, panting and, true to character, goes straight into the tomb. He also sees empty grave clothes but sees something else even more puzzling. The cloth over Jesus’ face is lying, not with the grave clothes but by itself, almost as though the body had melted out of it, leaving it in place where the head had been.

John joins Peter in the tomb and stares at the strange sight. Slowly the truth begins to dawn on him. This is no act of grave robbers. No one can remove a body without disturbing the grave clothes. Why would they take the corpse and leave the burial cloths behind? He hears the echo of Jesus’ words in his mind, “…Rise again on the third day! …Rise again on the third day,” and at last it all begins to make sense.

Finally everything Jesus had told them fell into place and John believes. What a life-transforming experience! “He saw and believed!” The evidence is beyond dispute. He is an eyewitness to the most earth-shattering event in history. A dead man comes back to life as He had predicted. That can mean only one thing — everything else He had said was true.

Many people have made outrageous claims about themselves and their beliefs and, on the strength of those claims have started religious systems which others had devotedly followed. One thing is missing, though — the evidence. Jesus alone produced the proof that He is who He said He is, and that faith in Him is the only way to the Father.

A Tender Moment

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A TENDER MOMENT 

“Near the cross of Jesus stood His mother, His mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw His mother there, and the disciple whom He loved standing nearby, He said to her, ‘Woman, here is your son,’ and to the disciple, ‘Here is your mother.’ From that time on, the disciple took her into his home.” John 19:25-27 NIV.

A little group of women, alone and vulnerable in a crowd of abusive men and Roman soldiers. Did they care? They cared enough about Jesus to ignore the hostile mob around them. They stood near the cross, near enough to hear His laboured breathing and to watch the pool of blood spreading on the ground beneath the cross. They clung to one another for support and comfort in their grief. The one who was suffering the agony of hell, innocent as He was, was dearer to them than any other person on earth.

As much as He needed His disciples at that moment, (and only His beloved disciple was near enough to talk to), Jesus needed the women. They loved Him. They believed in Him, no matter what the religious authorities and the Roman government had done to Him. They wept for Him and for themselves for their loss. He was beyond their touch and their help. They would no longer be able to care for Him, prepare food, mend His garments, listen to His gracious teaching and be close to Him.

Mary, His mother felt it the most. Did she not carry Him in her womb for nine precious months as she pondered on the angel’s message and felt His tiny life stirring within her? Had she not borne the pain of His birth, and known the joy of holding the soft bundle in her arms? Had she not suckled Him and watched Him grow sturdy and strong?

Did she not lovingly nurture Him to robust young adulthood and then have to let Him go after thirty years of His being there in her home caring for her as her first-born son? Did she not often hold His strong hands, calloused from the hard work which her beloved Joseph had taught Him to do?

She felt as though her heart was being ripped from her chest. Although He had been long gone from her home, she knew He was still there somewhere, alive and available from time to time as He moved around the country. Now she could only watch helplessly as His life slipped away. He was so young, too young to die. All she would have left would be her precious memories.

John also stood nearby. Many thoughts flooded his mind as he watched the gruesome scene with horror. He had only know Jesus for just over three years, but they were three action-packed years, full of never-to-be forgotten miracles and riveting new ideas in the company of a man who was like no one he had ever known. He had watched and listened, and had eventually been convinced and embraced Jesus as the Son of God.

Jesus’ love was gentle, tender and all-encompassing. He cared about the throw-away people, who lived on the fringe of society, whom everyone else considered trash. He was bold and courageous in the face of open hostility from the powerful religious leaders. He spoke the truth in the face of criticism, anger and abuse and was unfazed by the threat of death because He knew who He was and why He had come. He almost seemed to invite arrest and the possibility of execution because He fearlessly exposed their hypocrisy and refused to back down on His claims.

Listen to Him in His dying moments. As awful as His agony was at that moment, He saw His mother and felt her sorrow. With painful gasps He entrusted her to His beloved friend, John, and John to her. She would have a new son, and John a new mother, united in their grief and in their love for Jesus.

As we inch our way through these terrible hours, six long hours of unspeakable suffering, we see a naked man, clothed in His own blood and the spittle of those who despised Him, wearing His royal robe with dignity and honour because it represented victory over prejudice, bigotry, and irrational hatred; His tender love for those who loved Him and forgiveness for those who hated Him and tortured Him to death. His final, rasping words were words of compassion for those who suffered with Him, always forgetting Himself in the face of the needs of others.

His plight at that moment was His response to the greatest need of all, the need of all mankind to be reconciled to the Father and to come back home. He paid the debt so that we can be forgiven and accepted into God’s forever family.

Transformed – By Death

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TRANSFORMED – BY DEATH 

“Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honour. Martha served while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with Him.” John 12:1, 2a NIV.

I find it strange that, for the first time the name of Lazarus, Martha and Mary’s brother was mentioned apart from his sickness and death in John 11. Although Jesus visited their home in Bethany many times, Lazarus did not feature until after he was raised from the dead. There is no indication that the two sisters even had a brother until now.

Is it possible that Lazarus was unsympathetic, even hostile to Jesus before he died? The sisters called him, “The one whom you love,” but that does not mean than he had any sort of relationship with Jesus. Jesus loved the rich young ruler and yet he chose not to follow Him and walked away.

Did Jesus allow Lazarus to die so that he could go to the grave an unbeliever; to awaken him to the truth that there is an afterlife and that there is only one way to the Father, after all, and that is through Jesus?

For the first time, at the dinner given in Jesus’ honour in his home, Lazarus was among those reclining at the table. John makes sure that his readers understand that it was in Jesus’ honour, not Lazarus’, that Martha arranged this function. The fact that Lazarus was one of the dinner guests meant that Jesus and he were reconciled. Did he refuse to eat with Jesus until now because he did not believe in Him?

Although this is conjecture, if it is the truth, Jesus might deliberately have allowed Lazarus to experience death and then bring him back to life again so that he would know what it was like to be separated from God and then be given another opportunity to believe in Jesus.

“…with Him.” Is that a loaded statement? It almost sounds as though John wanted to emphasize Lazarus’ new intimacy with Jesus. Jesus would have occupied the place of honour at the table, but where was Lazarus seated? “With Him,” right beside Him; perhaps reclining on Him as John had done at the Passover meal.

I think it was more than gratitude that brought Lazarus to faith in Jesus. He was probably one of those men who was too proud or too stubborn to acknowledge that he was wrong. He needed a wake-up call (pardon the pun) far stronger than the teaching, or even the healing miracles of Jesus. Was he one like Thomas who demanded to poke his finger into Jesus’ wounds before he would believe?

Whatever Lazarus needed to shake him out of his unbelief, Jesus met him and he became a convinced and devoted follower. He had tasted death and returned. The Pharisees could argue that the man born blind was not blind or not healed or whatever else they wanted to believe but they could never argue away the truth that Lazarus was decaying in the tomb and Jesus called him back to life.

“Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped His feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.” John 12:3 NIV.

This verse completes the picture and gives one a feeling of satisfaction. Each member of the Bethany family is in his or her place; Martha in the kitchen, serving; Lazarus at Jesus’ side, reclining; and Mary at Jesus’ feet, adoring; each one worshipping Jesus in the appropriate way! Finally, Lazarus has come home. He has become a member of God’s family and has taken his rightful place in his human family.

It was a long and difficult road for him. He had to endure the suffering of his mortality to gain an understanding of his immortality. In His love for Lazarus, Jesus allowed him to walk right into physical and spiritual death to feel the magnitude of God’s grace and to receive the gift of everlasting life that was wrapped up in His own death and resurrection. In the course of a few days Jesus would be where Lazarus had been so that Lazarus could be where He was.

He did that for him and for us too…!