Picture
silence. What do you see?
Nothing.
Darkness. The absence of sound. Stillness. A
period of time without speech or noise.
400
years of silence. 400 years without a voice from the Lord calling out to His people.
400 years of waiting for the promise of a Messiah to come to fulfillment. And
the Lord’s people waited, wanting, desiring, longing, hoping, wondering.
And
as a baby’s cry pierced the cold night air, the darkness would be shattered in
a million places forever. It would go to China, to Australia, Rome, Greece, South America, India, Japan, Mexico, Chicago, Eureka... The light was now shining in the darkness, and the
darkness could not overcome it.
A
messenger was sent to prepare the way for this Messiah. Before the foundations
of the world were laid, it was determined that John the Baptist would lead and
prepare the way for the light. And he did. “John appeared baptizing in the
wilderness and proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins.”
(Mark 1:4)
And
when John had accomplished the purpose to which he had been sent, “Jesus came
into Galilee, proclaiming the gospel of God, and saying, “The time is
fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand; repent
and believe in the gospel.”
And
all through the gospels you see this incredible story falling into place,
perfectly fulfilling all of the prophecies that had spoken of its coming. You
see the Great Rescuer coming and interacting with people. For the first time,
you see God Himself come to dwell with, walk with, laugh with, do life with….sinful
men.
Men
who, despite their massive failures, would become so radically transformed by
seeing the greatest glory of Jesus and believing in this gospel. Men, who would
stake their very lives on its truth, would turn the world upside down, and
whose sweat and blood would pave the way for people like me and you to hear
about and believe in the gospel.
Men
who had walked with Jesus.
In
Mark 9, we find three of these men on a mountain top with Jesus (Peter, James,
and John), and their first hand encounter with the glory of God coming down and
being revealed. (Check out Mark 9:1-13)
Jesus
has just finished telling them that he has come to suffer and to die, and then
he leads 3 of his closest disciples on top of a mountain with him. Here they
get a phenomenal, epic “mountain top” experience that completely blew them
away.
And
while I’ve been meditating on their encounter on the mountain, my mind has been
going the most to the verse following.
(Mark 9:8) “And suddenly, looking
around, they no longer saw anyone with them but Jesus only.”
I love
the mountain top experiences of walking with the Lord. When the glory appears
so bright, when you are blown away by the Lord, when the Word speaks so clearly
and loudly, and when it “seems easy” to be led into worship. When Jesus feels
close, spending time with Him such a joy, prayers are being answered, our
hearts refreshed, we love our church….the list goes on.
But,
regardless of what some might say, life is not lived on the mountain top. Life
is not lived in a constant, spiritual high. It’s living in the day to day faithfulness
on the road. Some people may be blessed with more mountain top seasons, but
eventually all of us are asked to live out our faithfulness in the routine of
doing life. And if you’re like me, when you stay there awhile, you can often
begin to doubt what the Lord is really up to. You long for the spiritual high,
but it’s not coming. It can feel tiring, dry, even hard. Or maybe you have a
short season on the mountain, but coming down hits you like cold water in the
face as temptation and life quickly set in.
As I am
writing this, I am thinking of a new friend I have made up here in Chicago. A
new friend who faithfully attends church and small group week after week…alone.
A
friend who faithfully keeps praying every day for her husband and children and
grandbabies to come to know Jesus.
A
friend who has taught me some things these past few months.
Recently
we were given the task of setting up a Christmas tree for a church party, and she
taught me how to make a Christmas tree stand out of rocks and old buckets and
sand. Things you find in back alleys and in church basements.
She’s
challenged me in my love for God’s Word. Her Bible is so marked up and
highlighted, that it’s falling apart. She loves meeting with Jesus in her
mornings.
She
tells me she can’t read very well and never wants to read out-loud because she
never completed an education past the 7th grade when she dropped out
to have her first baby. But she doesn’t let that stop her from digging into the
Word.
She
always tells me she’s blessed, even when she says it with tears in her eyes
because of how hard her week has been.
She never
misses church, even when I find her sitting alone in the back.
I don’t
know how many of her weeks, how many seasons she has gotten on the mountain
with the Lord, but I can write this with so much confidence that in her darkest
days and greatest struggles, this verse is her hope.
Jesus
is with her.
She
may no longer see anyone with her, BUT JESUS ONLY.
And
it’s enough for her to keep walking faithfully day in and day out.
My promise
verse of 2011 has been Psalm 139:5, “You hem me in, behind and before, and lay
your hand upon me.”
I
look behind and you’re there, then up ahead and you’re there too.
Jesus
has been all over 2011, whether we have spent much or very little on the
mountaintop. This is to bring much hope to the believer that even if we look
around and it feels no one else is still walking with us, Jesus is.
Will
He be enough for you this next year? Will you be alright if you look around and
it’s Jesus only?
Will you still praise Him if you doesn’t allow you to experience the mountaintop for a long time, but calls you to the road?
Will you still praise Him if you doesn’t allow you to experience the mountaintop for a long time, but calls you to the road?
Will
you acknowledge that Jesus has been there, behind you in these last 12 months,
and He’s already there up ahead in 2012?
Jesus
only. May that promise be more than enough for us all.
When I was growing up,I remember a sweet old saint, Grandma Gotcher, saying, "The mountain tops are beautiful, but the valley is where the good dirt is." The valleys are where you grow.
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