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What Are We Doing Here Anyway?
If the Lord Jesus had wanted us only to be holy and happy forever, why did He not take us right into heaven the moment we were saved? Think of the tears, the trials, and the temptations we would never have known. What displeasing of the Father, what offending of the Saviour, what grieving of the loving, patient, longsuffering Holy Spirit we would never have caused! Why did He leave us here in this world? Just what is the point?-The world! That's the point! But what do we, the people of God, have to do with the world?
In that Mount Everest chapter of the Bible, John 17, where the air is pure, the clatter of the world and the smoke of battle are never known. It is the silence of the sanctuary. There, ¡°Jesus lifted up His eyes to heaven¡±. We tremble even to listen to the voice of the Master in intimate communion with His Father and can almost hear, out of the realms of holy fire, the words, ¡°... put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.¡± Yet hear we must, for it is recorded that we might listen to the mighty intercessions of the Son of God for His own beloved who are ¡°in the world¡±. Seven times the Saviour speaks to the Father about His own and their relationship to ¡°the world¡±. First they are seen as a gift out of the world. To think of the Father giving His beloved Son to us is beyond us. But that the Father would present us to His Son as a gift leaves us utterly baffled.
The Saviour was soon to finish His mighty work and leave the world, but His own would be left in the world. Left in this evil realm-but, He has told them, not alone. He will not leave them ¡°orphans¡±.
He prays to the Father for their preservation because they will soon be identified as aliens by their lifestyle and likeness to Himself. It will be evident that they are not of the world.
The light of their lives will rebuke and convict the world and its dark and devious ways, so they should not be surprised that they will be hated by the world.
In the light of all this, the Lord Jesus prays not for their isolation but their insulation, that they might be kept from the world.
Now as we hear the Saviour's mighty intercession we are full of wonder. In the great and eternal purpose He sends them into the world! Why? His lambs among the wolves? The children among the lions? His beloved sent into the battlefield against the forces of hell? Almost in pain, we ask again, Why?
He leaves us wondering no longer why He left us here and why He sends us into the world that crucified Him and hates Him still. It is that others ¡°shall believe on Me through their word¡± and that by their oneness with Him ¡°the world may believe¡±.
So that is why He left us here! He still loves sinners of the world. So, He will tell His own again, as His last command before leaving and being ¡°received up into heaven¡±-¡°Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature¡±.
It is a master stroke of the enemy that he has diverted many of the Lord's people from this clear command. He has subtly changed the frequency of their hearing, so they no longer receive God's emergency calls. The enemy doesn't look so terrible; so why fight him?
Our swords are nicely polished and handsomely displayed. Our trumpets have been laid down. They were so crude, and anyway they gave such an uncertain sound the people didn't bother.
The Cross? The blood? Judgment? Hell, where the fire is never quenched? Parching thirst that is never relieved? The undying worm of a flawless memory that make thought an eternal insanity? Isolation in the blackness of a darkness where sight is eternal futility-forever, and forever, and forever? Surely we can't disturb and distress people with such barbaric notions - can we? Let's just all talk about love!
No one loved humankind like the Man of Sorrows. Yet He is the very One who raises the warning cry. He it was who went into the abyss alone to save us from that lost eternity. It is that love that warns!
There is no message like it. It comes out of the heart of God. It is the only message on the face of the earth with concrete promises and absolute assurances. It sweeps across every barrier man has raised of colour, language, education, and privilege. It offers pardon from sin and the gift of eternal life that brings us into the knowledge of God, so that we might fulfil the reason for our existence-His glory! It is the gospel of the glory of the blessed God.
Why is it, then, that in some assemblies this glorious gospel is hardly ever clearly preached? Why are we not shouting it from the housetops? Why are we not gossiping it among our neighbours? Why are we not nurturing our children in it and blessing the aged with its hope and glory? Why are we not fulfilling the reason we have been left in the world?
Maybe we just don't believe it!
J.B. ´ÏÄݽ¼(J.Boyd Nicolson)
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