This is
the first conversation in what I hope will be a dialogue of hope and
joy. Not too long ago, I became acutely aware of my mortality.
Don't get me wrong, I've always had a sense of the brevity of our
time on this earthly vale. You can't be raised in an evangelical
christian home without being confronted with it. In fact, I was
surprised when my sixteenth birthday came and I was still alive and
kicking. Imagine my surprise to wake up at 57 and realize that I am
still alive and kicking. Unless I'm solving one of life's more
complex issues, (what to eat for breakfast, what task to do first,
etc....)I usually awake completely amazed that I'm here for another
day.
What
I'm feeling now is different.
There
is a knowing, a gentle acceptance, that my time on this earth is less
than the amount of time I've lived on it to this point. It's not a
morbid thought. In fact, I've begun to think about my remaining time
in a different light. Which is the reason for this blog/dialogue. I
want to do more than just document my days and thoughts about those
days. I hope to begin a dialogue with others of like faith. I don't
want to argue, I don't want to cram my thinking down anyone's throat,
I want to talk about the things of our Christian faith in a normal
tone of voice without the rancor so common among the rabid of the
faith. That is why I chose to title the blog “The Sparrows Perch.”
It
comes from Psalms 84 and the wonder the Psalmist felt as he watched
with envy the sparrows living within the tabernacle. For the
Psalmist, just one day in the court of God was better than thousands
among the wicked. The tiny sparrows could dare to enter the place God
had forbidden men to go, except for a handful of priests. The tiny
bird went about its life oblivious to the plight of mankind and the
reason for the structure it now inhabited. The posts, beams, beaver
skins, and draperies were perches from which to observe the business
of religion. The Psalmist couldn't help but notice how everything the
sparrow needed was provided for. It didn't live out its days in fear
of where the next meal was coming from, how it would be dressed, or
whether it could live another day. The sparrows perch was the
provision of God. From there, it could witness and testify to the
wickedness of man and the mercies of God. When the Psalmist wrote
Psalm 91, you can tell the effect the tiny sparrow had on the
Psalmist. You can see the envy with which he declares 'happy are
those who dwell in the shadow of the most high.' The sparrow is free
from the fowlers snare, the terrors of the hunter, the plagues, and
evil of man. If the Sparrows perch is the tabernacle of God, there
is nothing to fear. If his home is under the wings of the most high,
then there is nothing to fear. Life will bring nothing to him that
he can't escape or pass through.
For
me, the sparrow's perch is a place of hope and joy. It is wondrous
to live in that place where grace abounds and life is but a step to
life. It is a place where the innocence of children makes me ponder
the weightier things of God. It is a place where my soul is fed with
the mannah from heaven. It is a place where the mercies and grace of
God are revealed through the sacrificial work of the cross. The
sparrows perch is beyond endless controversies and the need to be
right about religion. So, everything you read here, like the
Psalmist, will be my observations and how I see them fitting what I
know of God.
Which
brings me to the day I took my grandchildren fishing. In one
instant, I learned about the holiness of God from the mouth of my two
grandchildren. It was a bright clear Saturday morning, and I'd
scheduled myself to do an estimate for one of the men in the church.
That weekend, my wife decided to take care of little Lindsey and
Brendan. The man I was going to do the estimate for, had a spring
fed pond on his property and I asked him if I could bring the
grandchildren with me to do some fishing. He agreed and I loaded the
little ones in the front seat of my truck. I threw my rods and reels
in the back of the truck, along with a can of corn, and an old tackle
box. This was the first time I'd ever had any grandchild in my truck.
I had to empty it of my console organizer and my briefcase in order
to make room for them. I buckled them in and patted Brendan on his
leg. “Alright! Let's go do some fishing.” I slipped the truck
in gear and began to drive off, when Brendan patted my leg.
“Grandpa,
turn the airbag off.”
“What?”
I asked.
“If
we're in the front seat, you have to turn the airbag off.” he
explained.
“Who
says?” I asked.
I
didn't understand. I thought airbags were to protect us. It didn't
make sense to me.
“Grandma
turns her's off when we ride with her.”
Little
Lindsey looks over and says “It's a law.”
“I
didn't know that.” I replied.
“Why
not?” Brendan asked.
Sparrow
moment! I was suddenly thrust into the holiness of God, as well as
the sinfulness of man in less than a second. I truly didn't know
that you had to have the airbag turned off when you have children in
the front seat. The airbag had never been turned off. It didn't
matter, if a policeman had pulled me over for any reason, he would
have written me up for failing to turn off the airbag. I was
ignorant of the law, but it wouldn't have mattered. The law is the
law. . . .
It
doesn't take men writing down the laws to make it a law. In almost
every culture, it is understood that to take a man's life without
reason, is wrong. To steal is to steal, no matter where you come
from or what religion you follow. To lie or deceive, is wrong in
every culture. Yet, when it comes to the holiness of God, who would
know that to step on a grave or touch a carcass of anything dead was
wrong? Who would know that to make an altar to God made of cut
stone was wrong, unless he revealed it to us. Unless he told us, we
wouldn't know what was offensive to him. We would be 'sinning,' but
not even realize it. There would be a judgment against us, but we
wouldn't know it. For a holy, righteous God, the offense would be
there, whether we realized it or not. We could complain or fain
ignorance, but it wouldn't matter. As the sovereign creator of the
universe, he is the one who determines what is offensive.
The
arrogance of man is revealed in our efforts to excuse or diminish the
offense. Religion makes some things more or less offensive to God
than others. We call them laws. By doing this, we hope to make
what we avoid or what we do a counterbalance to our offenses. We
create a tally sheet, a ledger, from which we hope to accrue credit
against the debit sheet of our sins. Our lives become a laundry list
of good things we did that we hope will outweigh the offenses. It is
a deplorable condition to be in. It doesn't matter whether you
believe in God or not. It doesn't matter whether you've followed
God's written laws as given to Moses or not. It doesn't matter.
I've become convinced, that God didn't reveal everything that was an
offense to him, because we couldn't have handled it. The laws given
to Moses were impossible to keep as it was.
Wicked,
sinful man, what is to be done? The reason God uses the phrase
'wicked, sinful,' is to make sure that everyone was covered. Wicked
people don't necessarily know that they are violating God's law,
because they aren't trying to live God's laws. Sinful men know what
offends God and do it anyway. Hence the scripture in Romans, 'all
men have sinned and fallen short of God's glory.' You suddenly find
yourself in the car of life screaming: “We're all gonna die, we're
all gonna die.” The chasm between you and God is beyond anything
your bridge of good works can span. All your acts of obedience pale
in comparison to the ignorant offenses committed over your lifetime.
BUMMER!
All
the while, the sparrow pops freely in and out of the tabernacle of
God. Holiness is holiness. The sparrow won't stand at the judgment
seat. We will! We were better off when we didn't know we were naked.
That is why the law is useless to save. It can't change us up. It
doesn't make us holy. It reveals the offense, and in revealing it,
makes the offense attractive. The sparrow just goes on singing
praises to God, while we on the other hang our head in shame. There
is seemingly no way for us to approach a holy and righteous being.
What are we to do?
That
will be the topic for the next blog.
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