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For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and will be joined to his wife, and the two will become one flesh. This mystery is great - but I am actually speaking with reference to Christ and the church. (Ephesians 5:31, 32)
“We are gathered today to join these two in holy matrimony,” I said to the Russian congregation.
Ivan emigrated to the United States where he met beautiful Vera. She had been abandoned by a husband back in the Soviet Union. Ivan would mend Vera’s heart, and Vera would enrapture Ivan with her aurora borealis eyes. But there was a deeper reason why they were getting married. Before I pronounced them man and wife, they asked me to explain to friends and family the true purpose for their union.
Marriage was instituted in the Garden of Eden as a mirror for the relationship within the Trinity. Throughout eternity, there has been/is/will be perfect love shared between the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. They fulfill each other in absolute bliss. By creating us in their image, they let us taste their relational joy.
If there is acceptance in marriage, it’s because there is infinite acceptance inside the Trinity. Why does God insist on lifelong monogamy? Because he wants for us the absolute faithfulness enjoyed between Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Children spring from our marriages because creation births from the blessed union within the Holy Trinity, and we mirror them. Security, companionship, and passion belong to us because they belong to them.
Ivan and Vera’s marriage was doomed if they thought their purpose was to satisfy each other’s deepest longings. No spouse can give what only comes from God. Vera and Ivan knew that. So they wanted me to tell the witnesses they were only mirrors. Their ambition was to reflect the union forever celebrated inside the Godhead. That’s why they came together, and it’s why their marriage is a success.
Prayer: Heavenly groom, use my life to reflect your unity and love.
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You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit, fruit that remains… (John 15:16)
“Many are called, few are chosen,” a nurse said to me when I was nineteen.
She wrapped gauze around a surfing injury on my foot, but said nothing more. Was it a warning against surfing, a prophetic utterance, or not directed at me?
The nurse quoted Jesus, as he finished his parable of the wedding banquet. He lifted a finger, and pointed to the simple truth that many are invited to the wedding feast of the Savior, but few come.
Forty years of contemplating the cryptic words haven’t resolved the mystery. I still wonder in what sense we choose Christ, as opposed to being chosen by him. Many are my theological betters who have stubbed their toes on this question. I can happily wait until heaven for the answers, but perhaps some outer layers of truth are accessible now.
The majority of the world’s population doesn’t profess Christ, or they don’t display fruit to substantiate their claim. So why me? I’m not smarter, more godly, or less self-serving than many who are not saved. I can’t explain why I’m rescued by Jesus, I only know that I am, and so I stand with my mouth open, the drool unchecked.
On the other hand, following Jesus requires every ounce of my energy. The treadmill started slow. Admitting I needed a Savior was all the spiritual exercise I could handle. As I got in shape, the speed increased. It’s exhausting work to die to self. Keeping in step with the Spirit saps every calorie, and yet, somehow, I know this, too, is from him.
It’s not my effort that brings me salvation. Jesus both died for my sin and empowers me to serve him. The only part I have is to say yes.
Mine is a simple, plain choice. I choose him, because he chose me.
Prayer: Lord, your love for me is my greatest joy and most profound mystery.
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Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God. (Romans 15:7) (NIV)
I visited my friend, Seru, in Fiji the other day. I caught him in a foul mood. At first he wouldn’t talk. I picked up one of his trinkets, and he snatched it out of my hand. Then he lay down and ignored me. When I pestered him to play a game, he changed the rules and cheated. Still, I was thrilled to have him near.
I overlook Seru’s behavior, because he’s three years old. I love him as a one of a kind feat of God’s creation. He has a sharp mind, a munchkin voice, and dimples on his hands behind each of his ten little fingers.
Seru is a work in progress. I don’t rush him toward adulthood, but relish each stage along the way. I rejoice in what Seru is, and disregard everything he’s not.
The acceptance I have for Seru is far exceeded by the acceptance God has for me. Love for me soaks into his heart like rain in the desert. He cherishes the me he created, while he moves my sin to Jesus. God keeps the good, redeems the bad, and looks forward to what I’ll become.
I’m patient with Seru because I know God will grow him over the years. Just so, God peers into the future and sees me completed in heaven. That’s why he’s forbearing—he knows what’s coming, and that I’ll eventually get there. He doesn’t force me to skip ahead, but rejoices over each stage of my development.
The grace I have for Peru, the grace God has for me, I can have that grace for all people. There is no room for me to refuse others the same acceptance I have so undeservedly received. No, I can never again be that infantile.
Prayer: Savior, thank you for accepting me. Help me accept others.