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The one who worshipsneedsthe one who proclaimsneedsthe one who servesneedsthe one who worships.
▲You’re in Bethany. The home of Lazarus and his sisters Mary and Martha.
Peer through the window…what do you see?
There’s Martha, sleeves rolled up and ready to serve,
an Energizer® bunny—reliable, hardworking Martha.
Over there is Mary. on her knees. While Martha serves with her hands,
Mary lifts her hands in praise and prayer. For she loves to worship, she lives to pray.
And Lazarus? He’s talking about Jesus.
He’s sharing his pinch-me-I’m-dreaming testimony.
“Because of Lazarus many of the Jews were…believing in Jesus” (John 12:11).
Marthas who serve, Marys who pray, and Lazaruses who testify
—all seated at the table together.
In God’s house, each one plays a different role. But each one is needed.
The one who worshipsneedsthe one who proclaimsneedsthe one who servesneedsthe one who worships.
◑Chapter one – The People in God’s Kingdom
This is the Kingdom Jesus proclaimed:
a Kingdom of acceptance, eternal life and forgiveness.
▲1. First of all, it is a kingdom where the rejected are received.
“The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cured, the deaf hear….”
None were more shunned by their culture than the blind, the lame, the lepers, and the deaf.
They had no place. No name. No value. Canker sores on the culture.
Excess baggage on the side of the road.
But those whom the people called trash, Jesus called treasures.
▲In my closet hangs a sweater that I seldom wear. It is too small.
The sleeves are too short, the shoulders too tight.
Some of the buttons are missing, and the thread is frazzled.
I should throw that sweater away. I have no use for it.
I’ll never wear it again.
Logic says I should clear out the space and get rid of the sweater.
That’s what logic says.
But love won’t let me.
Something unique about that sweater makes me keep it.
What is unusual about it? For one thing, it has no label.
Nowhere on the garment will you find a tag that reads,
“Made in Taiwan,” or “Wash in Cold Water.”
It has no tag because it wasn’t made in a factory.
It has no label because it wasn’t produced on an assembly line.
It isn’t the product of a nameless employee earning a living.
It’s the creation of a devoted mother expressing her love.
That sweater is unique. one of a kind. It can’t be replaced.
Each strand was chosen with care. Each thread was selected with affection.
And though the sweater has lost all of its use, it has lost none of its value.
It is valuable not because of its function, but because of its maker.
▲That must have been what the psalmist had in mind when he wrote,
“you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” Ps.139:13
Think on those words. Your were knitted together.
You aren’t an accident. You weren’t mass-produced.
You aren’t an assembly-line product. You were deliberately planned,
specifically gifted, and lovingly positioned on this earth by the Master Craftsman.
“For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works,
which god prepared in advance for us to do.” Ephe.2:10
In a society that has little room for second fiddles, that’s good news.
In a culture where the door of opportunity opens only once and then slams shut,
that is a revelation.
In a system that ranks the value of a human by the figures of
his salary or the shape of her legs…let me tell you something:
Jesus’ plan is a reason for joy!
Jesus told John that a new kingdom was coming—a kingdom where
people have value not because of what they do, but because of whose they are.
▲2. The second characteristic of the kingdom is as potent as the first:
“The dead have life.” The grave has no power.
The year 1899 marked the deaths of two well-known men—
Dwight L. Moody, the acclaimed evangelist,
and Robert Ingersoll, the famous lawyer, orator, and political leader.
The two men had many similarities.
Both were raised in Christian homes. Both were skilled orators.
Both traveled extensively and were widely respected.
Both drew immense crowds when they spoke and attracted loyal followings.
But there was one striking difference between them—their view of God.
Ingersoll was an agnostic and a follower of naturalism;
he had no belief in the eternal, but stressed the importance of living
only in the here and now.
Ingersoll made light of the Bible, stating that “free thought will give us truth.”
To him the Bible was “a fable, an obscenity, a humbug, a sham and a lie.”1
He was a bold spokesman against the Christian faith.
He claimed that a Christian “creed [was] the ignorant past
bullying the enlightened present.”2
Ingersoll’s contemporary, Dwight L. Moody, had different convictions.
He dedicated his life to presenting a resurrected King to a dying people.
He embraced the Bible as the hope for humanity
and the cross as the turning point of history.
He left behind a legacy of written and spoken words,
institutions of education, churches, and changed lives.
Two men. Both powerful speakers and influential leaders.
One rejected God; the other embraced him.
The impact of their decisions is seen most clearly in the way they died.
Read how one biographer parallels the two deaths:
Ingersoll died suddenly. The news of his death stunned his family.
His body was kept at home for several days
because his wife was reluctant to part with it.
It was eventually removed for the sake of the family’s health.
Ingersoll’s remains were cremated,
and the public response to his passing was altogether dismal.
For a man who put all his hopes on this world,
death was tragic and came without the consolation of hope.
Moody’s legacy was different. on December 22, 1899,
Moody awoke to his last winter dawn.
Having grown increasingly weak during the night,
he began to speak in slow measured words.
“Earth recedes, heaven opens before me!”
Son Will, who was nearby, hurried across the room to his father’s side.
“Father, you are dreaming,” he said.
“No. This is no dream, Will,” Moody said,
“It is beautiful. It is like a trance. If this is death, it is sweet.
God is calling me, and I must go. Don’t call me back.”
At that point, the family gathered around,
and moments later the great evangelist died.
It was his coronation day—a day he had looked forward to for many years.
He was with his Lord.
The funeral service of Dwight L. Moody reflected that same confidence.
There was no despair. Loved ones gathered to sing praise to God
at a triumphant home-going service.
Many remembered the words the evangelist had spoken earlier that year
in New York City: “Someday you will read in the papers that Moody is dead.
Don’t you believe a word of it. At that moment I shall be more alive
than I am now…. I was born of the flesh in 1837;
I was born of the Spirit in 1855. That which is born of the flesh may die.
That which is born of the Spirit shall live forever.”3
▲Jesus looked into the eyes of John’s followers and gave them this message.
“Report to John…the dead are raised.”
Jesus wasn’t oblivious to John’s imprisonment.
He wasn’t blind to John’s captivity.
But he was dealing with a greater dungeon than Herod’s;
he was dealing with the dungeon of death.
But Jesus wasn’t through. He passed on one other message
to clear the cloud of doubt out of John’s heart:
“The good news is preached to the poor.”
▲Some months ago I was late to catch a plane out of the San Antonio airport.
I wasn’t terribly late, but I was late enough to be bumped and
have my seat given to a stand-by passenger.
When the ticket agent told me that I would have to miss the flight,
I put to work my best persuasive powers.
“But the flight hasn’t left yet.”
“Yes, but you got here too late.”
“I got here before the plane left; is that too late?”
“The regulation says you must arrive ten minutes before
the flight is scheduled to depart. That was two minutes ago.”
“But, ma’am,” I pleaded, “I’ve got to be in Houston by this evening.”
She was patient but firm.
“I’m sorry, sir, but the rules say passengers must be at the gate
ten minutes before scheduled departure time.”
“I know what the rules say,” I explained.
“But I’m not asking for justice; I’m asking for mercy.”
She didn’t give it to me.
▲But God does. Even though by the “book” I’m guilty,
by God’s love I get another chance.
Even though by the law I’m indicted, by mercy I’m given a fresh start.
“For it is by grace you have been saved…not by works,
so that no one can boast.” Ephe.2:8~9
No other world religion offers such a message.
All other demand the right performance, the right sacrifice,
the right chant, the right ritual, the right séance or experience.
Theirs is a kingdom of trade-offs and barterdom.
You do this, and God will give you that.
The result? Either arrogance or fear.
Arrogance if you think you’ve achieved it, fear if you think you haven’t.
Christ’s kingdom is just the opposite. It is a kingdom for the poor.
A kingdom where membership is granted, not purchased.
You are placed into God’s kingdom. You are “adopted.”
And this occurs not when you do enough,
but when you admit you can’t do enough.
You don’t earn it; you simply accept it. As a result, you serve,
not out of arrogance or fear, but out of gratitude.
▲I recently read a story of a woman who for years was married to a harsh husband.
Each day he would leave her a list of chores to complete
before he returned at the end of the day.
“Clean the yard. Stack the firewood. Wash the windows….”
If she didn’t complete the tasks, she would be greeted with his explosive anger.
But even if she did complete the list, he was never satisfied;
he would always find inadequacies in her work.
After several years, the husband passed away.
Some time later she remarried, this time to a man who lavished her
with tenderness and adoration.
One day, while going through a box of old papers,
the wife discovered one of her first husband’s lists.
And as she read the sheet,
a realization caused a tear of joy to splash on the paper.
“I’m still doing all these things, and no one has to tell me.
I do it because I love him.”
That is the unique characteristic of the new kingdom.
Its subjects don’t work in order to go to heaven;
they work because they are going to heaven.
Arrogance and fear are replaced with gratitude and joy.
1 George Sweeting and Donald Sweeting, “The Evangelist and The Agnostic,”Moody Monthly, July/August 1989, 69.
2 Ibid., 67
3 Ibid., 69
2 Ibid., 67
3 Ibid., 69
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Your Place At God’s Table Published by Word Publishing ©1995 by Max Lucado
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