The Abegg Love Letters

To those who have been called, who are loved by God the Father and kept by Jesus Christ; mercy, peace and love be yours in abundance. -Jude 1:1


As Missionaries with United World Mission, we serve in Latin America to provide support & training to missionaries on the field. We work with Latin Partner Ministries that focus on everything from theological education to medical care, from children’s homes to retirement homes. Our goal is to come along side organizations & amplify their impact for good and the Gospel.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Easter -Jars of Clay & Houses of Prayer


As I prepare to celebrate Easter, the definitive event of what is and must be the foundation for every Christian, I’m confronted with Jesus’ pre-crucifixion words in Mark 11

“Is it not written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer for all the nations’? But you have made it a den of robbers.”

Jesus spoke these words even as He drove the moneychangers and crooked venders out of the temple’s outer courts where they preyed upon those purchasing sacrifices for Passover in accordance to Jewish law and tradition. The outer courts (as opposed to the inner courts where only Jews were allowed) were intended…or rather God ordained, for non-Jews, the “Gentiles” to
witness a people dedicated to the worship of God, and honoring Him for the grace and mercy He poured out on His people. This was the place for “the nations” to interact with God’s people, those who were to be interceding for the nations before God. Outsiders were supposed to experience something different here, to witness a people set apart and living uniquely as a result of their relationship with God. An experience to bring the outsider in, as they themselves responded to God in worship and prayer as a fulfillment of God’s original call to Abraham:
 “…I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing…and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.” (Gen. 12:2).



However, those visiting the temple during Passover were instead confronted with a people, and a system that had grown up designed to fleece them of every penny, sending them away empty handed and un-fulfilled, scarred in their attempt to know this merciful God.  

Jesus’ response to this scene removes any thought of a weak and trembling savior. His shocking actions confront us with the Holy and righteous fire of God. “...And making a whip of cords, he drove them all out of the temple, with the sheep and oxen. And he poured out the coins of the money-changers and overturned their tables.” (John 2).  


Wrath was flung at those who would not extend the grace and mercy they themselves had received, yet chose to ignor.

So what’s this mean for me? This thought has haunted me since delving into Mark 11 during this past Palm Sunday's sermon. The temple is long gone, but Christ now dwells within His people (1 Cor. 3, Eph. 2, 1 Pet. 2). What does it mean for those who follow Christ to be “a house of prayer for the nations”?

Am I a house of prayer for “the nations”? 

Are those around me encouraged toward prayer when they witness my life? Does my life reveal the glory that dwells within, the way the Temple pointed to God’s love and provision for His people through a sacrifice for the sin that separated them from Him?  Like the Temple, does my life ultimately point towards the final, all fulfilling sacrifice of Christ that removed the un penetrable barrier between sinful man and Holy God?  

  

In so many ways, like the venders in the temple courts, I see how short I fall on a daily basis, still wallowing in my own self-centeredness and sin. Stuck in the mud, muting the glory that is meant for those around me to see.

But then there’s Easter...


That terrifying, hope filled morning beyond the Cross where the dead come to life! Where Christ triumphed over the grave because there was nothing left… no weight, no sin, no power of Hell that could hold Him down! This is the Christ that lives in me. That dwells in His people as living temples of flesh and blood, not a cold, dead temple of stone. I am…we are His living temple, designed and formed to be a place for the Nations to encounter the risen Christ and the mercy and grace that flow through Him. Not because we are making ourselves so, but because we are already made so by His loving sacrifice and mighty hands.
  

We may be broken vessels, simple jars of clay, but the treasure and hope contained within surpass all deepest desires and highest hopes. We were made to exist in and share this very glory with all the nations that surround us every minute of the day.  

“…But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.” (2 Cor. 4:7)

May the Lord bless, encourage and draw you to Him this Resurrection Sunday