But it is also a book with hope. It’s the book where the swords are beaten into plowshares. And “No one shall make them afraid; for the mouth of the Lord of hosts has spoken“.
And this Chapter 6, Verse 8. He has told you, O mortal, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness and to walk humbly with your God?
This is my favorite verse for several reason. First, because it was my father’s favorite verse. And second, because some famous Jewish scholar said that this verse was the essence of the Bible, that all the rest was just amplification. But mostly it is my favorite because of the last bit, Walk humbly with your God.
Not behind your God. Not at His command. But with your God. Side by Side.
God could have chosen to rule over us by fear. He could command, and things would be so just because He said so. He could smite us with lightning bolts and herd us around like cattle. But that’s not what He chose to do. He chose to govern us with love, and He chose, He created us so that we could have a relationship with Him.
If you read every blog I write and only walk away with one thing, I hope this is it. This is personal.
Your relationship with God, with the Lord can be a personal, one on one, give and take. And your salvation is also personal.
I was working in a bank, this was so long ago, and the women were telling me about a girl who had worked there before, and she told them that she had started on a new diet, and she told them that she knew she was going to succeed this time because she had asked God to help her. And these women were laughing. This was so funny!
And I couldn’t figure out what was funny. They said God didn’t have time to care about whether or not this woman lost weight.
Why not? He has time to count the hairs on my head, which changes every time I brush my hair or pull my ponytail holder out. He has time to care about the things, even the little things which matter to us.
One of my nephews recently converted to another religion, and we were sitting at the table after dinner as we often do, talking, and we were discussing the similarities between his religion and mine.
I was saved when I was nine years old, and at the time I was 54. I had been a Christian for 45 years.
I don’t even remember what I was saying, but I said something about knowing that He died, He sacrificed Himself for me. And it just flooded me. This knowledge just ran through me.
He didn’t die for some theoretical, nameless, faceless person in the future. He died for me. For me. And for you.
How He did that when I didn’t even exist yet, I can’t tell you. That’s for God to explain.
There’s a small story in Mark 10. It doesn’t get told very often:
Jesus and the disciples went to Jericho. And as they were leaving, they were passing through a crowd, and a blind man called out to Jesus, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!“ The people around him told him to be quiet, but he called out again. “Jesus stood still and said ‘Call him here.‘ “
Jesus stood still. Jesus stopped. He heard one voice, and He stopped.
He was here to save the whole world, and He stopped for one voice.
And He’ll stop for your voice.
You did not chose me, but I chose you. John 15:16