Eyewitness Testimony and the Historicity of Scripture

  What does Scripture claim to be? Not what have “experts” said about it. Not what do the History Channel and unbelieving scholars say. What kind of claim does Scripture make for itself? A much fuller answer could be given by reviewing over many hours the many specific texts that speak to it, but a simple summary can be easily stated: the Scriptures claim to be the God-breathed, fully trustworthy, infallible and unerring Word of God, written and preserved for his people. We do not believe the Bible is a book about God written by men. We do not believe it is a record of what others have said about God. We believe it is a completely accurate and trustworthy guide to what God himself says. It is accurate in all that it represents, even when quoting the words of a liar or of the Devil himself. It is not an academic history or a scientific text, but it is accurate in its report of such matters, even if they are not its focus. And while Scripture’s true identity and nature is made known by the Holy Spirit testifying in the regenerate heart, its claims and reports can be tested and corroborated by the historical statements it makes. It is not an unverifiable piece of fairy tale or mythology. It is a historical work of literature testifying of real events involving real people in real places, and its authority is not ethereal but robustly earthly, practical, and powerful for real people living in real places down to the present day.

Fairy tales begin once upon a time in a faraway land, and they end with everyone living happily ever after--okay, technically that’s only true in the sissified Disney versions, but we’re drawing a contrast, not doing in-depth literary analysis of folklore. The fairy tale does not claim to be an historical story; it claims to be about something true that probably never happened. By contrast, much academic historical work and journalisming today claims to be a historical account regarding something that isn’t true. But the Scriptures claim to be both: historical and true to life. Actual and philosophical. And it does this not by recounting imaginary events in a faraway land but by recording real events involving specified persons, places, and times. The ending is a little like a modern fairy tale, but not exactly. The Bridegroom who was destined to be King saves his Bride, slays the Dragon, has a multitude of children, inherits a magical new world, and lives happily ever after together with them there, and everyone else burns in Hell.

Now some people are too enlightened to believe that Scripture is true in its recounting of history, but they say they are perfectly willing to accept it as a guide to faith and worship. How noble. They believe the Bible was written by a bunch of ancient, ignorant boobs who don’t really know what happened and can’t really be trusted concerning what they think they know, but we can definitely rely on them to tell us what to believe and how to get to heaven. This is the kind of proposal only a highly educated person could accept. Anyone with enough sense to come in out of the rain or who has ever had a real blister on his hand is more likely to call that nonsense what it is.

It matters what we think about what Scripture says, because you can’t say the book is false and undependable on one point without undermining everything else. Many scholars are content to mythologize John’s Gospel. It’s the “theological” account, not the original historical version. But that’s not what John says. He says in v.24 this is what really happened. It is eyewitness testimony. And if the witness gets his facts wrong, how can we rely on his testimony? It would be like saying a man was an intelligent, morally upstanding person other than being an arrogant, ignorant liar.

        We cannot speak out of both sides of our mouth when it comes to the Bible, and if you decide to believe that what the Bible says about itself is true, then you have to be prepared for the fact that much of the world will think you are the idiot. If you can’t believe the OT history, why would you think you can rely on the accounts of the resurrection? If the miracles of Jesus are ahistorical exaggerations, how can you trust his power to save you? Human authors will make mistakes. They get it wrong all the time. But if the Bible has errors and its history isn’t historical, the fault belongs to God, because he is the ultimate and infallible Author and Preserver of it. --JME

Finishing John's Gospel

 Final Thoughts as I Finish Preaching Through the Gospel According to John

I considered reviewing the major themes of John’s Gospel in this last sermon on the book, but decided against it. Instead I want to reflect briefly on this series which began on January 17, 2016. This is the 153rd sermon I have written in that series (though it will only be the 151st sermon posted on Sermon Audio from it--I’m not sure which ones are missing). This series began to be preached at Reformation Bible Church, one month after we began meeting at East Valley High School where we would continue to assemble for another 13 months. Reformation Bible Church became Reformation Orthodox Presbyterian Church in October of 2016. Some of you have been here for the entire series, but there are many new faces that have come since it began and a few that began the study with us but now are gone. Others came and went somewhere in between.

I preached on the Book of Romans from February 2014 until September 2015, and the church changed a lot during that series too. That series began at what was then called Community Christian Church; by the end of Romans we were Reformation Bible Church and well on our way to becoming fully, confessionally Reformed. Before I finished chapter 3 a mass exodus had begun, eventually including nearly all of the elders who originally brought me to Arizona. One of them infamously announced, “I know I am a sinner, but I don’t like being reminded of it every Sunday!” Indeed. Those first three chapters of Romans are quite uncomfortable if you would rather not be reminded you are a sinner.

When I began preaching through Romans, I was a credo-baptist. By the time we finished the book I had baptized young children and an infant in four different households, including my own. If I had known in chapter 1 what I learned by the time we reached chapter 16, I would have handled some of the text a little differently. But I am gratified to hear periodically from people who are still listening to that series and find something helpful in it. It certainly was helpful to me.

I didn’t think I would survive the book of Romans. I’ve had a few doubts during the last five years in John. But God has graciously sustained my strength and this ministry. We’ve been on a roller coaster over the last seven years. I’ve never seen this kind of recurring and sustained stress and controversy in a church, nor have I ever seen the level of love, unity, joy, and enthusiasm in a local congregation. This church could have perished, collapsed, or closed a half dozen times since 2014, but here we are. We stand only by grace, and we will continue to proclaim sovereign grace so long as the Lord gives breath to our bodies and keeps our doors open.

If Romans was the birth pangs which introduced the gospel to a congregation that formerly had not known it (or had not heard it regularly and distinctly from the pulpit), then John (and the concurrent series on the Westminster Confession of Faith) has been our elementary education. We are not the church we were five or six or seven years ago. I am not the preacher, pastor, husband, or father I was then. We’ve changed. I think/hope/pray/trust we have grown. What’s humbling is realizing how much we still have to grow, how much more there is to know. It is humbling, and exciting. Considering how God used Romans to reform this congregation and how he used John to edify, equip, and empower it, what might he do next? How will the next book series and those after be used by God as instruments for his strengthening, sanctifying, and saving work?

At some point you will be done with me, or the Lord will. I am only a tool in his hand, and whenever he finishes whatever job he picked me up to accomplish, he will put me down. But I hope you are never finished with Romans or the Gospel of John. I hope these books continue to thrill you, fascinate you, and occupy you for the rest of your earthly sojourn. God used expository preaching--which was rarely, if ever, done in the churches of my upbringing--to teach me the gospel and open my eyes to grace. Expository preaching, not the preacher. I hope that is your experience as well. The power is in the message, not the messenger. God willing, the messenger will be forgotten. But I pray the message will burn, bright and hot, for the rest of your life. --JME (August 2020)

Following Jesus Through Death to Life

 John 21:18-19: Peter’s Challenge

The Challenge That Lay Before Peter

Put yourself in Peter’s sandals for a moment. What has your life been like over the last three and half years? Peter was already married when Jesus bade him follow. He had a wife to support and a mother-in-law as well. Andrew appears to have lived in the same house with them, and there was a fishing boat to maintain and a business to operate if the family was to survive. Yet when Jesus called, Peter knew where his first duty lay. He had followed the teaching of John the Baptizer, and he knew One was coming whose greatness would demand an allegiance like no other. John had identified that man as Jesus, and Peter’s brother, Andrew, had spent the better part of a day with this Teacher and coming home had assured Peter: “This is the Christ” (1:41). So Peter had left his fishing boat and the nets and trusting only in the providence of God and the generosity of Jesus’ supporters, he began a new life as a disciple.

During Jesus’ ministry Peter saw many amazing things. In the same synagogue Peter had attended every week, the disciple saw a demon-possessed man identify Jesus as “the Holy One of God,” and he saw Jesus silence the demon with a word and then rip the evil spirit out of the man’s body with only the power of his voice. Peter had heard of exorcists before, but he’d never seen anyone like this! When Peter returned home that same day, he discovered his wife’s mother gravely ill, incapacitated in bed with a high fever. Jesus came to the bed and took her hand, and suddenly she was completely well! Over the next year Peter saw Jesus heal hundreds of sick people and cast out many demons. Lame men were made to walk, the deaf to hear, the blind to see. Lepers were cleansed, and the oppressed were set free.

One day a synagogue ruler came to Jesus for help. His daughter was very sick, near the point of death, and Jesus agreed to come and heal her. But they were delayed on the way. The Lord stopped to help a woman who had been sick and unclean for many years. Jesus even took the time to stand in the street and listen to her story. It was an amazing work, but in the meantime, a servant came from the ruler’s house to announce that his daughter had died. If only Jesus had not wasted so much time with the woman! Maybe the girl might have survived. But Jesus seemed to take little notice of what the servant said. He went on to the house with the grieving father, and Peter was one of only three disciples he allowed to accompany them. When they got to the house, Jesus told the crowd of mourners not to cry because the girl wasn’t dead, just sleeping. They mocked his foolishness. It must have been very awkward and embarrassing. But Jesus seemed unfazed. He put all of them outside the house, took Peter, the other two disciples, and the girl’s parents into the room where her body was laid out. It was obvious she was dead. Peter didn’t know what Jesus was thinking to say otherwise. It seemed callous and ridiculous, not the kind of thing a holy man ought to say. But then Peter watched as Jesus walked over to the body, grasped the dead girl’s hand, spoke to her gently, and then the girl’s eyes opened… and she sat up. That wasn’t the last time Peter would see Jesus raise someone from the dead, but he never got used to it.

Peter heard parables by the sea and explanations in the house. He watched Jesus feed large crowds in the wilderness with just a few loaves of bread and fish… twice. He saw Jesus instantly stop a storm on the sea by speaking to the wind. On another night he saw Jesus walk on top of the water, and when Peter called out to the Lord--what was he thinking that night?!--Jesus told him to step out of the boat, and Peter did.

Peter knew Jesus had enemies, and he observed many confrontations between Jesus and them as well. He suspected they wanted to kill him, and a couple of times he saw angry crowds try. But Peter was prepared for the possibility. He kept his sword close and was ready at a moment’s notice to fight and die so that Jesus could escape and survive. As Passover once again drew near, Jesus seemed increasingly somber. He had been talking a lot about his death. He seemed to think it was certain, even when Peter assured him it was not. Peter tried to help Jesus see that these morbid predictions were unnecessary and liable to discourage the other disciples, but Jesus simply didn’t understand. Peter tried to be patient with him and encourage him whenever he could.

The night of the Passover, Peter was with Jesus and the other disciples in the Upper Room eating the meal. The Lord had been acting strange all night. He washed the disciples’ feet after supper, something he never should have done as Peter tried to point out. Peter wanted to help Jesus understand the proper decorum for a future King, but the Teacher could be rather stubborn and unwilling to receive wise correction and suggestions. But then Jesus began talking about how all of the disciples were going to abandon him. This was beyond a morose or depressing moment; this was completely inappropriate and wrong! Peter had to speak up. “Not so, Lord! That’s not going to happen. Don’t talk that way. We will stand by you.” But Jesus doubled down. “Really, Peter? Before this night is over you will deny me three times” “No way!” Now Peter was upset. It was too bad Jesus was feeling discouraged, but Peter wasn’t about to let this kind of slander go uncorrected. “Even if all the rest of these guys leave you, I never will! Even if I have to die with you, I will not deny you!”

You know what happened after that. Peter went to the garden with Jesus, and that traitor Judas showed up with a group of armed men. Peter drew his sword and swung for the closest man’s head. He just needed to buy Jesus enough time to slip away in the dark, and if he was lucky, perhaps Peter’s sword would reach Judas before the rest of the men took him out. Peter was ready to sign his promise with blood that night. He did not expect to leave that garden alive. But then Jesus spoke in the dim flickering torchlight. “Stop, Peter. Put away your sword. I don’t need your help. You can’t save me.” Peter did as he was commanded, albeit in a daze. And as he watched, Jesus was arrested and led away by his enemies, and Peter’s whole world collapsed.

Jesus was alive again, and evidently, for reasons Peter would never understand, Jesus had forgiven him and still loved him and still wanted to use him as a shepherd for his flock. Peter was still trying to wrap his mind around it when Jesus spoke again on the beach that morning.

“Most assuredly, I say to you, when you were younger, you girded yourself and walked where you wished; but when you are old, you will stretch out your hands, and another will gird you and carry you where you do not wish.”

This He spoke, signifying by what death [Peter] would glorify God.

And when He had spoken this, [Jesus] said to him, “Follow Me.” (vv.18-19)

There it was. Peter had been ready to die in the garden that night, but that proved not to be God’s will. But now Jesus told him in no uncertain terms, “If you choose to follow Me on this next journey, it will end in your death. You won’t survive the next part of this story. Now, Peter, follow Me.” There was no question what following Jesus would cost. Peter had been ready to be a martyr, and now he knew for certain that if he followed Jesus, one day he would be.

Scripture does not record the circumstances of Peter’s death, but since ancient times the fathers of the Church have spoken with one voice that he died in Rome during the reign of Nero. Tradition says that he was crucified upside down, which is historically plausible though in Peter’s case the evidence for this manner of death comes later. In the end Peter’s promise was signed with blood, but not in the way it would have been in the garden that night. There Peter hoped to die as a warrior, laying down his life in order to spare Jesus from shedding his blood. In the end Peter died as a martyr, a witness, a preacher of righteousness, laying down his life in service to the One who had first shed his blood for Peter and by doing so redeemed him from sin, pride, and foolishness.

When Jesus Calls a Man, He Bids Him Follow Through Death into Life

Jesus’ prediction of Peter’s death is extraordinary. Few disciples ever know conclusively that they will be martyrs when they begin their ministry. There is a particular way in which this admonition and exhortation applies to those whom Christ calls as pastors of the flock. Though not all will be martyred as Peter was, nevertheless those ordained to feed and tend Christ’s sheep are called to “spend and be spent” (2Cor. 12:15) and to “die daily” (1Cor. 15:31) in that service. Many of us who are pastors should be ashamed at how little we give, how quick we are to complain, and how weak is our commitment in the same office of service where so many men gave their lives.

This is not a sermon for pastors, so what does our Lord’s words to Peter have to say to the rest of Christ’s sheep? Is this only a personal word from the Lord, one that has little relevance for the rest of us? It is personal, and we should not twist it into a command for all people. But it is valuable as an illustration of the nature of discipleship. When Jesus calls a man to follow, he bids him to follow through death into life.

We are saved by grace alone through faith alone in Christ alone, but what does the life of a justified person look like? What does discipleship demand of us? Jesus said, “If any man desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross every day, and follow Me” (Lk. 9:23). To follow Jesus means to love him alone, not merely more than our family, our fishing business, or even our own lives (cf. Lk. 14:26, 33). Forsaking all others, we give ourselves wholly to him. Paul states it this way in Romans 14:7-8: “For none of us lives to himself, and no one dies to himself. For if we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. Therefore, whether we live or die, we are the Lord’s.” How does the first question of the Heidelberg Catechism explain it?

That I am not my own, but belong—body and soul, in life and in death—to my faithful Savior, Jesus Christ. He has fully paid for all my sins with his precious blood, and has delivered me from the tyranny of the devil. He also watches over me in such a way that not a hair can fall from my head without the will of my Father in heaven; in fact, all things must work together for my salvation. Because I belong to him, Christ, by his Holy Spirit, also assures me of eternal life and makes me wholeheartedly willing and ready from now on to live for him.

The disciple knows that “in the midst of life we are in death” (1662 BCP). As Paul would say in Galatians 2:20: “I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me,” or again in 2 Corinthians 5:15: “He died for all, that those who live should live no longer for themselves, but for Him who died for them and rose again.”

You may not be called to die as a martyr, but you have been called to live as one. Your life does not belong to you. You belong to Jesus Christ. He bought you with his blood. You don’t find time to make for him, he gives you time to work for his glory. Prayer and worship is not secondary but primary. All of life is now a vehicle for and exercise of Christian service. Whether reading your Bible, washing the dishes, rocking the baby, loving your spouse, reading fairy tales to your kids, or sharing a meal with your brothers: “whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God” (1Cor. 10:31). Because soon you will stand before him, and then it won’t matter so much how far you advanced in your education or career. No one will care about your grade point average on Judgment Day. We won’t be comparing annual salaries, stock portfolios, or the various cars we owned and drove during our lives in this world. None of these things are evil, by the way. In fact, being a disciple of Jesus transforms every one of them. But your motivation in each pursuit has now changed. You no longer seek to excel for your glory and self-advancement. You pursue excellence because you seek to bring glory and honor to him.

Would you follow Jesus if you knew for certain that doing so would end in your death? Because as a matter of fact, unless Jesus returns first, it will. You may not be crucified or stoned or shot by a firing squad. But you will die in the service of Christ, because that is the only way that a disciple ever leaves this world. Death is the doorway into the presence of Christ, and since every breath that we take and everything that we do we do as disciples through faith in Christ and for God’s glory, then you will die in the same way. It may be in a car crash or from a heart attack or from cancer or simply old age. But whenever and however it happens, you will die in faith and hope and for God’s glory. You can be sure of that. You won’t finish this next part of the journey alive. You must walk through the valley of the shadow of death to reach Mount Zion on the other side. But Jesus will walk there with you. He knows the way, because he walked it before. And now he says to you, “Follow Me.”

Pastoral Application: Are You Prepared to Die Daily with Christ?

We are weak, complaining, selfish, and easily discouraged people. I say we because that is easier than saying me. But it’s just as true of me as any of you, and it is considerably more true of me than some of you. One of the ways the stories of the martyrs in both Scripture and Christian history helps us is in admonishing us to stop acting like spoiled, selfish, whiny children. Jesus calls us to be child-like, not child-ish. Calvin develops the point in this way:

“In Peter we have a striking mirror of our ordinary condition. Many have an easy and agreeable life before Christ calls them; but as soon as they have made profession of his name, and have been received as his disciples, or, at least, some time afterwards, they are led to distressing struggles, to a troublesome life, to great dangers, and sometimes to death itself. This condition, though hard, must be patiently endured. Yet the Lord moderates the cross by which he is pleased to try his servants, so that he spares them a little while, until their strength has come to maturity; for he knows well their weakness, and beyond the measure of it he does not press them. Thus he forbore with Peter, so long as he saw him to be as yet tender and weak. Let us therefore learn to devote ourselves to him to the latest breath, provided that he supply us with strength.

“In this respect, we behold in many persons base ingratitude; for the more gently the Lord deals with us, the more thoroughly do we habituate ourselves to softness and effeminacy. Thus we scarcely find one person in a hundred who does not murmur if, after having experienced long forbearance, he be treated with some measure of severity. But we ought rather to consider the goodness of God in sparing us for a time. Thus Christ says that, so long as he dwelt on earth, he conversed cheerfully with his disciples, as if he had been present at a marriage, but that fasting and tears afterwards awaited them, (Matthew 9:15.)”

--John Calvin, Commentary on the Gospel of John

I have no doubt many of you would be glad to die with Christ if called upon to do so. But how many of us are joyfully living for Christ right now? Will we gladly die daily? We may not be martyred in a dramatic moment, but we are called to live as martyrs every day. Will you lay down your life for Jesus: when the dishes need to be washed, the clothes need to be folded, the kids need to be comforted, the bills need to be paid? Will you lay down your life when the TV beckons but the Scripture has remained unopened? Will you lay down your life when your body craves rest, but your soul is parched for lack of prayer? Will you lay down your life when you are weary and discouraged and when it feels as though there is no point in going on? Will you lay down your life by living it for God’s glory, and keep pressing forward because you know he calls you home?

Conclusion

Our word martyr comes from the Greek word for witness. The martyrs bore witness of Christ and sealed their testimony with their own blood. Without minimizing the magnitude of their sacrifice, do you see that it is only a particular manifestation of the kind of dedication every disciple is called unto? Live for Christ, die, and be received into glory. That is the pattern, the plan, the path that we are called to walk in this valley of shadow. We are men and women, boys and girls, who live eternally, but we live and walk among the dead while we are here. Let our lives bear witness to God’s glory. Let our love for one another--for saints and spouses, children and co-workers, neighbors and enemies--be a testimony of God’s grace and power which has transformed us. Let that testimony be sealed in how we die, as we face the moment of death as those who have been delivered from the fear of it, who welcome it, embrace it, and enter into it knowing we will live with Christ on the other side. If you follow Jesus, you must die. Now Jesus beckons you, “Follow Me.” Amen.

This is My Father's World

It is both exciting and frustrating to have a creative idea for a story only to discover someone else already wrote the key part in a previously published work. “There is nothing new under the sun” (Ecc. 1:9-10). Technically speaking, human beings are not creative. We are constructive. What we call creativity is a manifestation of the divine image in which we were made. We like to create and name and speak life into, just like our Maker. But all of our creating is really only reassembling. We are working with existing parts. No one has ever invented a new color. Now one has ever drawn a never before seen shape. And no one has ever told a truly unique story. We use words like creative, unique, and one of a kind, but this is accomodative flattery. God made every line, circle, color, archetype, and theme with which we construct our works of art.

 

God is creative. He spoke the universe into existence ex nihilo, out of nothing (Heb. 11:3). His Word made light and sky, land and trees, birds and fish, mammoths and men. He called the stars by name, and suddenly they appeared where there had only been darkness before (Psa. 147:4). Those stars sang and the angels shouted for joy as Yahweh laid the foundations of a world that did not exist until then (Job 38:7). Did you know the stars sang at creation? Maybe you thought stars were simply balls of burning gas in outer space, but “even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is but only what it is made of” (who knows the reference?). God made the choir first and flung it into the heavens so that there would be songs of joyful praise as he shaped the worlds with his voice. God’s Word became fire and ferrum, formations of rock and fungi, flora and fauna, and finally the flesh of Man. He made dirt, and then he made a shape from that dirt and breathed air into it, and gave his creation a name: Adam, mankind.

 

You and I are animated mudpies imitating our Maker by pretending to make things that have never been seen before. But you have never even once been creative in your entire life, and neither have I. Give up every shape, color, and concept you ever encountered in this world. Promise not to use words, gestures, or thought since he gave you all of those too. Surrender your body, brain, and the air your breath. Then, in the nothingness that is left, create. You can’t, and neither can I. We live in God’s world. We work with God’s materials. We are God’s creation. And we live, move, and play according to the rules he established. We can only do what we do because God did what he did, and because what God made and did works.

We must enlarge our vision of the world in which we live, a world made out of words. We are characters in a story which the Master Author is speaking, figures stitched into a massive tapestry acting out great trials and great deeds, cast members in a grand drama never realizing we are reading off a script, children playing at the feet of our Father in joyful ignorance that it is he who gave us life, built our house, gave us our toys, and delights to observe us as we grow. “This is my Father’s world,” and we should never forget it. It’s easy to do so, to be distracted by busyness and by the importance, so-called, of our work, work that makes the crayon scrawling of a two-year seem like real art. We thought what we produced was so much more important. But each of us is that child: scribbling on paper with the crayons our Father gave us, and experiencing his delight in what we are so proud of creating. --JME

The Church, the State, and COVID-19

 

God's Power, Purpose, and Promise in Suffering

Cheer Up, It Could be a Brain Tumor

Ever since I announced that I and several members of our family had been tested for COVID last week, I have received daily inquiries about how we are feeling and whether we are symptomatic. I am grateful for the concern and completely flummoxed as to how to respond. After all, all of us felt fine when we were tested and in the days immediately afterwards. But over the weekend I had a mildly sore throat for a couple of days, for the last couple of days I have had a moderate headache, and several times I have felt a little winded, usually near the end of my daily run of 3-5 miles. Obviously, I must have COVID and should expect any day now to check into the ICU. Or maybe it is allergy season, maybe I had a mild cold, maybe my voice is strained from reading aloud to my kids for a couple of hours on the Lord’s Day, maybe it is hard to run 5 miles when the temperature outside has already hit 100 degrees. Then there was that monkey bite. He assured me he had not been out of the country recently, but when have you ever known a monkey to tell the truth?

How am I feeling? I’m feeling fine! Does that mean I am well? Of course not. Some of you were feeling fine just before you were diagnosed with cancer. Maybe the sore throat and headache are a sign of something very serious. Maybe I do have COVID and my symptoms will grow worse. If you are feeling unwell at all, it must be COVID. There can be no other explanation. Don’t bother me with statistics and declining mortality associated with the virus. Don’t tell me that hospitals are not overrun and that the vast majority of people, more than 99% of those under the age of elderly, are in no serious danger from this virus. Don’t bother me with facts because I have seen the news and received expert epidemiological insights from my friends on Instabook and Facegram. I know better than you that we are all going to die.

Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written,

The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them.

(Psalm 139:16)

Being born is a terminal condition. Unless Jesus returns first or you prove to be another Enoch or Elijah, every one of us is going to die someday. It may be sooner than we expect, or much later. It may be in circumstances that we will be able to anticipate, or it may catch us completely by surprise. It may result from factors we might have seemed to be able to avoid, or it might be the consequence of factors entirely out of our control. But you are going to die someday, and so am I. God already wrote every day of our lives in his book before the first day of our life began. He did not tell me how many days there will be in my story, and I don’t need to know. I only need to focus on being faithful today in view of that day when I stand before him, knowing that one day today will be that day.

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren. (Romans 8:28-29)

What exactly are you afraid of? “I’m not afraid of death, Pastor, I’m just afraid of dying.” If I had a dollar for every time someone has said that to me, I’d have a lot of dollars. Three times in my life I have been laid in a hospital bed and thought seriously I would not leave it alive. Three times in my life I have prayed what I thought would be my last prayer before seeing Christ face-to-face. Those moments are clarifying. I decided after the first time I would rather not die in a hospital bed. But I don’t have much control over that, and neither do you. I can eat my plant-based diet and avoid heart disease and diabetes, only to choke to death on a brussel sprout. I can run and exercise five or six days a week and control my weight and blood pressure, only to be hit by a car or keel over from heat stroke. Or I can become sick or injured again through circumstances outside of my control and end up, once again, in that hospital bed, praying what I think may be my last prayer, only next time maybe it will be.

It is easy to live in fear. This world is a scary place, and I have a very fragile body. God could have made us gorillas, but the man hasn’t been made who would not be torn limb from limb in hand to hand combat with a great ape. We each have a large brain with extraordinary cognitive capacity and also an easily cracked skull. God made our bodies to heal and repair themselves in ways that defy scientific understanding, but those same bodies grow weaker and more susceptible to injury and disease as long as we live. I don’t know if I have COVID or not, but I have been dying for more than 41 years. Some conditions might kill me more quickly, but being born on this side of the Fall will get the job done. Man is born to trouble, and thus man is subject to fear. But the Bible calls us away from fear, to walk by faith in God’s sovereign and saving purpose.

The Lord wrote every day of my life in his book before my life began. He wrote about the fall from a tree as a young child that wounded my pride but did not seriously hurt me. He wrote about the car crash sometime later that cracked my sister’s skull and sent several members of our family to the hospital but did not kill any of us. He wrote about the childhood illness that became a defining feature of my life and altered my path and career plans forever. He wrote about the miscarriage, about my son’s near-death experience with the same condition that afflicted me, and about the three times I lay in a hospital bed and thought I had seen my wife and children for the last time. He wrote about each of those experiences--and only he knows how many more--and he wrote them into the story so that in some way his glory would be more fully displayed and I would become more like Christ. We know, not we think, not we hope, not maybe if everything works out, we know that all things, not some things, not just good things, not most things, we know that all things work together for the good of those who love God, who are the called according to his purpose. Even my sickness, even my suffering, even my sin, even my sorrow? Especially my sorrow. “Better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting, for that is the end of all men; and the living will take it to heart” (Ecc. 7:2).

What if everything you fear is part of God’s plan and good purpose to draw you closer to him? Because it is. What if every experience in every moment of every hour throughout every day of your life was planned by God and ordered so that nothing can ever happen that is truly, ultimately, eternally to your harm but only, always, and ultimately for your everlasting good? Because it is. What if the fear you have, which is perfectly natural, is an unspiritual, untrusting, and unnecessary response to circumstances which are completely in the control and under the oversight of the God who loves you more than you know and better than anyone in this world ever could? Because it is.

And as we stayed many days, a certain prophet named Agabus came down from Judea. When he had come to us, he took Paul’s belt, bound his own hands and feet, and said, “Thus says the Holy Spirit, ‘So shall the Jews at Jerusalem bind the man who owns this belt, and deliver him into the hands of the Gentiles.’ ”

Now when we heard these things, both we and those from that place pleaded with him not to go up to Jerusalem. Then Paul answered, “What do you mean by weeping and breaking my heart? For I am ready not only to be bound, but also to die at Jerusalem for the name of the Lord Jesus.”

So when he would not be persuaded, we ceased, saying, “The will of the Lord be done.”

(Acts 21:10-14)

I am not suggesting we should be indifferent to the dangers around us. I am not suggesting it is possible to be completely without worry and care. If it were possible, God would not have to command us so often in Scripture, “Do not worry; Do not be afraid,” and then continue to forgive us for disregarding what he told us not to do. I believe in taking reasonable precautions. I eat a healthy diet, exercise, lock my doors at night, and wear my seatbelt when I drive. I even wear a mask outside when the government tells me too. And none of these things will make any difference on the day God has appointed for me to die. I am not a fatalist. I believe that God works through means, and our choices are part of how he works, secondary causes that make a difference in daily outcomes. But it is his plan that governs the outcome. It is his will that guides my life, not my own.

Christians should not be reckless people, but we should live with reverent abandon. Reverent abandon recognizes that God is in control, and we can trust him with our wellbeing, our lives, our children, and our future. Reverent abandon recognizes that worry and fear are sinful, even if natural, and are responses of unbelief, not of faith. Reverent abandon recognizes that until God calls me home, I am bullet-proof, and at the hour he calls me home, no amount of preparation or protection can thwart his summons. Reverent abandon recognizes that nothing can happen to me except what he will use for the greater manifestation of his glory and the greater good of conforming me more fully to the image of his Son. He will use even the worst of experiences of my life, the most painful, the most harrowing, and the last experience that will end my life, to draw me closer to himself and more fully prepare me for glory. So what are you afraid of? COVID? Seriously?

Sing, pray, rejoice. Jesus is risen, death has been broken, and the saints of God have been justified once and forever. Love your wife, enjoy your kids, celebrate your grandkids, and pray for the great-grandkids (and great-great-grandkids) you will never know but who are already known to our Lord. Live your life with gratitude and gusto. Stop moping around like someone who has nothing to hope for beyond this life. You were not weaned on a dill pickle. You were re-created, cleansed, consecrated, adopted, and called to everlasting joy in Jesus Christ. The earth is the Lord’s and all its fullness, but he did not make it because he needed a world--he made it for you. Enjoy God’s gifts and graces. Live fully, die faithfully, and then rejoice eternally. Maybe that headache is COVID, or maybe it is a brain tumor. Who knows? As a matter of fact, God does. If he is not worried about it, why should I? --JME