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Friday, 20 June 2014

'Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,' Part 7

This Word spoken to Zerubbabel is the Cross; it is the Gospel. And only in standing on the Mount of Olives and looking back and down to the Mount of Zion do we see it - in embryo, in seed form, but it is perfectly formed. Only from the Mount of Olives do we truly 'see': from the Mount of Unction from whose ancient olive trees was the anointing oil of the Priests and Kings of Israel refined; to which David fled, barefoot like a priest, when fleeing from his son, Absalom; in whose dusty soil the tears and blood-sweat drops of Jesus fell; whose shaded walkways canopied the pathways of Jesus' feet from Bethany to Jerusalem; on whose trinity of mountain tops Solomon built altars to Chemosh and Molech; on whose defiled and detestable altars the reformer Josiah crushed human bones; and from whose lofty top Jesus ascended, and to which He shall return. If we do not 'see' from here, we do not 'see' at all. If we do not weep over her stones and take pity on her dust, we will never 'see' what Jesus saw and never 'see' as Jesus sees.

It is only from here, seeing through time, do we 'see'. The whole of Jerusalem stands in the shadow of the Mount of Olives - literally: the largest of the seven hills of Jerusalem, rising in the east, always beyond the Kidron Valley, always on the outside of Jerusalem. Only from outside do we see the City of God in context as she truly is: the site of idolatery, sacrifice, defilement, promise, anointing and salvation: death and resurrection together - valley and mountain.

The stone that Zerubbabel laid was Christ: first the foundation stone, then the capstone. Only the latter was cause for celebration; however, the day of small beginnings is always despised. It is always a humiliation first before it is a glory. And we know that no building of any significance in the ancient world was never established without sacrifice - including the pagan world, moreso the pagan world! So it is the same with Christ: the first to be laid and the last to finish the work that He inaugurates. He is the First and the Last in All Things, so it must be in the church. Of late, the foundation stone has been purely ceremonial and decorative, something for mayors to bless. It is often seen with a conspicuous inscription, facing outward and to the public commemorating a moment in time when the great and good cut a ribbon. Such a stone is functionless. Nothing rests on such a stone; it has migrated upward and away from an inconspicuous corner to seek the light of fame and glory. Not so the True Cornerstone: laid in the dust of a once proud but emasculated mountain, from Whom the whole house rises, to Whom the whole house refers and adjusts itself, hidden and buried in an obscure corner - the meeting of two axes where He hung His head. And because He takes the lowest place He is given the highest honour; He is the Capstone.

The question remains: not, have we migrated upward, but the the real question we must answer before we lay any stone at all: have we rejected Him? We would cry No! Of course not!, but such a cornerstone is apt to be rejected by builders, it often fails the examination on the basis of man's criteria. The cornerstone must never be referred to our standards, or measured by us, or our prejudices allowed to sway its selection. The Cornerstone I speak of was rejected and despised and was esteemed not. They took offence in that stone because it did not fit, but we are called to make Him our True North; He is the bottom and top, the First and the Last. If we are to be the ground and pillar of truth we must be laid down with Him. Why did the builders reject such a stone? It was mis-shapen and apparently 'crooked'; it was not showy enough: they wanted something to be displayed. They would have to individually cut every stone to fit around it; it would be too much work. The Cornerstone is the reference point. We may think we lay the stone but Zerubbabel is the only one called to and he is Christ.

 

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

'Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,' Part 2

"What are you, O mighty mountain? Before Zerubbabel you will become level ground. Then he will bring out the capstone . . .."
Zechariah 4:7

We want to start something; we want to plant and we want to build. Man has been doing this for millenia and he has built one of two cities: Babylon or Jerusalem, both with different foundations. One city of the 'I will' and the other of 'Your will'. But before a single stone can be dragged onsite, before a single stone can be laid as a foundation, before any of that starts, there is a mighty work to be done and it is not to build up into the air as in Babel - it has always been to dig down, down into the dirt to get to the rock.

And who is it that digs? It is not us who performs the work; it is the High Priest. And who is the High Priest if He is not Christ himself? And upon what or whom does He perform His destructive work? It is upon us. We are the object of His levelling. Up to this point we have got it completely wrong. We thought we were doing a work for God, but - in fact - it has been Him who needs to turn us into the workmanship of God. Like David, we have offered to build a house for His Name when in fact the Lord has turned round to refuse the offer. Instead, He will be the One to build a House for David to rule over for ever. We can always offer but God will always trump us; He always has something better in mind. We look to build something temporal when God looks to build something eternal.

That proud, rugged and wild mountain must be brought low and circumcised before God can begin to build. Where once people would say, 'Look at that fine, beautiful mountain,' they now say, 'Look at the temple mount, the house of God!' They no longer see the mountain, it has disappeared. Its pride has been brought low. Where once nothing could touch it save for groves of olives and wild animals, it is now brutalised under a building site, marred and scarred beyond recognition. Its lofty heights laid low, all that it took pride in is now despoiled. It is a woman bereft of her hair, a soldier shorn of his weapons. The mountain lies naked and exposed. The guts of the mountain have spilled over to reveal what is inside. And when people pass by to look at the work in progress they will be appalled - disfigured beyond that of any mount. They will not recognise the likeness of the mountain ever again. They will remember the former mountain and shake their heads. But the haughty mountian must go through this if it is to be beautiful once more for wholly different reasons. Before, it was beautiful for its own sake, now it is beautiful because of what it bares - a place for God to dwell.

Remember this when the stone masons get to work on your stone heart, when the chisels and the pick axes fall, when God digs deeper and flattens you out. You thought you were a mountain; now you are a footstool.

It will stop. The rasp of metal on stone will cease and all will feel like paradise. And when they bring out the capstone what a shout will rise up from the mountain. What delight will be yours when the perfect stone is laid on a perfectly level surface. Before anything is built the mountain has as its heart one joint, one union upon which everything is built, from which everything is measured. What delight will be yours when God comes to rest in your centre, upon you, without a gap between you . . .  complete contact.

You thought you were a mountain, now you are the resting place of God.

Sunday, 18 September 2011

Prepared in Obscurity

God prepares in the desert, in the quiet places out of the way of gazers. They disappear and then reappear. You cannot set your clock by them and they may seem inconstant. An earthly kingdom is not theirs and they will appear feckless in the ways of the world. They have not come to tend gardens but to the Lord. And - like an iceberg - the unseen dealings of their God are hidden from public view:
"Can anything good come out of Nazareth?"
"We know your parents!"
"Your brothers and sisters are here with us!"
"We know who you are! You're nothing special!"
Hidden is Bethlehem and the manger, the wise men, the shepherds and the angels but also the long trip into Egypt. Few will see these things. So don't get all antsy when you are not seen, for when you are hidden then you are with God in the secret place to abide. Obscurity is the birthing ground of the men and women of God: Moses, Gideon, David and little Israel. They begin and end in obscurity so that God will give them a lasting epitaph. And their praise is not from men but from God.