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Believing the words


With Zacharias, there had been no glory, no praise, no wonder, no joy.

Only silence.

Troubled, afraid, and full of doubt, the priest at the altar could only ask, How?

But with the magi, there was a search. And at the end of the search, there was great joy, and a falling to the ground worship.

I have to ask myself, "Why are these two responses to the same event so different?" I mean, what causes a priest to doubt, and a star-gazer to search?

Zacharias had a strong pedigree, and so did his wife. He was in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing.

So where exactly did the doubt come from, Zach?

In all fairness to this man of the cloth, I don't think his response is really any different from mine at certain points of my life. (The sad thing for Zacharias? His maybe one-time point of fear and doubt is recorded in a book whose words have no changed over the centuries. Ouch).

I, too, have been in the right place, doing the right thing, only to ask the same uncertain, faithless question...How will I know for certain?

If I'm just looking at the text, I might see one difference between the priest and the astronomer.

It's in the words: for this is what has been written by the prophet.

The magi were wise because they weren't just following the signs in the sky; they were following the Creator's words, as well.

They went to Bethlehem because God had put a star in the heavens long before by only His words, and He would later put those same words into the mouths of His prophets.

Where is He? We've come to worship Him, the King of the Jews, Messiah, Ruler, Shepherd, God's Son".

Matthew records so many names for Jesus in the Wise Men chapter, and they all give witness to what the prophets had told us to look for long before.

Zacharias and the magi had both been prepared by prophetic words regarding a Savior, yet only one of these could rejoice at the now-revelation words.

Zacharias seemed to miss the signs, and sometimes, we do too.

Fear and doubt mingle their way into the heart that knows the right places and the right times, yet cannot help but take the faithless How question before the Lord.

But I'm so glad Zacharias' story doesn't end in verse 23, where it reads he went back home.

When the faith word was written by his aged hand, praise for God finally leaped out of his no-longer silent lips.

And do you know what came out? Prophecy fulfilled. House of David...holy prophets words...God remembered His covenant with Abraham.

Zacharias quoted Hannah's praise words from 1 Samuel, as well as words from : Ezekiel, David, Moses, Malachi, and Isaiah. He went back to the promises he had laid down in his fear-moments, and filled now with the Holy Spirit, he sang praise for them.

In the final words from this aging priest, Zacharias looks at the child now in his arms and says,

Go before the people, and prepare them well for the Sunrise who visits us from on high. There are many who sit in darkness and death's shadow; people who still don't see the star. In His tender mercy, God has chosen you to give His people the knowledge of salvation. He's coming to rescue all of us from the hands of our enemies. Don't ask "How" with doubt-filled questions as I did, son. Just guide our feet--mine included--into the way of peace. Follow His signs--all of them. Keep looking up, and take us all to that same place where magi were found, falling to the ground in worship.

I read the words again, and I open my treasure-filled heart to present all of me to all of Him.

I am the sometimes doubting priest.

I am the sometimes seeking trail-rider.

And I am the one who falls to worship, now filled with Holy Spirit praise...because I believe His fulfilled words.

Glory. Praise. Wonder. Joy.

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About Me

I am a learner.  I have an insatiable desire to learn, so I read a ridiculous amount of books.  And, because I love to read, I process my thoughts through journal-writing. 

I guess this would also make me a writer.  

I think that a writer puts their time into something they want to read again, and hopefully invite someone else to read as well.  The words mean something to them, and they want those words to mean something to others, too.

I believe that readers and writers are also pretty good story-tellers, and there is nothing I love more than a good story.

Stories tell us the things we need to know, and not just the facts we seem to think define us.  I am more interested in someone who drives a 95 Astro van than someone who drives a new car with a personalized license plate, because I know there's a story behind it (and I love that I am married to the one who drives the van).

So I wrote a book called Tell Me a Story.  In it, you will find stories of people that most don't sit and listen to; maybe because they've never traveled out of the country in order to hear them.  Or maybe they've never really thought about the importance of just listening. 

I didn't listen because I thought I was special; I listened because I believed they were. 

I've taught high school Bible for more than 20 years, written curriculum for all of my classes, led mission trips around the world, taken lots of pictures, made lots of journal entries, and prayed every single day for the people whose faces appear in my heart.  Each blog post will take you to a story; some will be from my memory, some from my journal posts, some from people I'm around every day, and others will be from the best Story-teller I know, Who wrote a book long before I did.   His story keeps writing new stories in mine.  I hope someday to get mine published so that others will be encouraged to read more of His.

 

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