The "Why?" Behind the "What?"

HOW IT ALL BEGAN…

This journey back to the cross began when the leadership of the church I was attending decided to skip Good Friday. What? Seriously? Cut out the one day on the Christian calendar that makes sense of all the others?

No explanation was given. We were simply told to do something “good” on the day. Nothing wrong with “good” — hopefully it is something we do every day rather than something we save up for a special occasion. But the question sprang to mind: Why ignore Calvary? Are we so afraid of what a journey to the cross says about us that we look for a way to erase it from our calendars in a vain effort to erase it from our hearts and minds? Or is it simply no longer “politically correct” to use the “S” word, which is the reason why there needed to be a sinless sacrifice on that cross in the first place? Or is it the suffering that turns us off? Escaping suffering seems to be the heart cry of the Western world just as much as it is a daily experience for many people in so many places of the world. Or is all this simply a product of our “selfie” society. I’ve never heard of a church cancelling the celebration of Mothers’ Day or Fathers’ Day. Many congregations have, at the very least, a moment of silence to commemorate those of their number who died in the name of freedom during the world wars. But what about the One who fought and won, for our eternal liberty and at the cost of His own life, the greatest battle of all?

Paul’s prayer was that his only boast be in the cross (Galatians 6:14) even though it was a shameful death reserved for the worst of criminals. Should not we also boast in it, shameful though it is, since our souls depend upon it?

Even the Resurrection, glorious as it was, would not have happened without Calvary. His resurrection is proof of His power. The death is proof of His love. Both are essential.

So began the journey, as much my version of a protest as anything else. But as I journeyed I moved beyond my need to defend the keeping of the day to appreciating more than ever the meaning of the cross.

Like Paul, I can boast in nothing else except “Christ and Him crucified” (1 Corinthians 2:2, KJV) because everything, without exception, is mine only because of what He did at Calvary.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Who's Keeping Watch?



Because the Lord kept vigil that night…” —Exodus 12: 42

Tucked away at the end of Exodus 12 is a verse that is easily skipped over. 
This chapter describes the last plague—the plague to end all plagues—the death of the firstborn of animals and humans. The ritual needed to prepare for this disaster—and to prevent it from impacting the Hebrews—is described in detail.
As God had promised, the angel of death passed over Egypt at midnight. The Almighty kept His promise, “When the Lord goes through the land to strike down the Egyptians, he will see the blood on the top and sides of the doorframe and will pass over that doorway, and he will not permit the destroyer to enter your houses and strike you down” (vs. 23).
This last plague was enough for Pharaoh. He urged Moses and the Israelites to go—and go quickly. They did, not even adding yeast to the next day’s bread that was waiting in their kneading troughs (vs. 34, 39). They needed to go before Pharaoh changed his mind again.
Of course the symbolism of this “pass over” drives us to the cross, illustrating what Christ did, and will do, for us. The destroyer cannot touch us. As believers we are covered by the blood He shed on Calvary.
But what struck me is a phrase that appears in the final instruction that Moses was given just at the end of the chapter. “Because the Lord kept vigil that night to bring them out of Egypt, on this night all the Israelites are to keep vigil to honour the Lord for the generations to come” (vs. 42).
The Passover continues to be an important observance for orthodox Jews to this day. I don’t know if they “keep vigil” as part of their observance, but the phrase caught my eye. It suggests that every year, in celebration of the night the destroyer passed over Egypt and did not touch any of the Hebrews because of the blood of the lamb on the doorpost—the night God Himself kept vigil to make sure that none of them were touched—the Jews held what we used to call a “watchnight service.” They watched, waited, remembered, celebrated, kept vigil until midnight as part of their observance of the greatest moment in their history.
We used to celebrate the “watchnight service” in our churches as December 31st rolled into January 1st. At midnight we met in the auditorium to welcome in the New Year with a prayer and praise service. I don’t know how the tradition started. It’s not a bad one, but perhaps it is misplaced. Perhaps it is on Good Friday that we, as redeemed believers saved from the touch of the destroyer because of the blood of Jesus Christ, ought to be keeping vigil in celebration of the greatest day in our history.
The tendency is to limit our Good Friday observance to an hour so as not to inconvenience anyone or intrude on family get-togethers, or, as in my experience, to ignore it altogether. But perhaps we need to learn a lesson from the Hebrews of ancient days. If they were to keep vigil to remember how God saved them from physical death, how much more should we keep vigil to remember how Christ has saved us from eternal death and has given us new live at the cost of His.

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