Thursday, February 26, 2009

They Shall Be My People, and I Will Be Their God

That they may walk in my statutes, and keep mine ordinances, and do them: and they shall be my people, and I will be their God (Ezekiel 11:20).

Not in position only, but in practice. The world will look at us and our true identity will be undeniable. Not because of what we have done, but because of what He has done. Daddy would say "Boy when you leave this house, you will act like you are a Solomon; folk will know you are my son." And that is in affect what God is saying here.

Israel is being chastened through exile from the land for their abominable and detestable practices. Ezekiel asked God if He will destroy them. Yet in the mist of their rebellion, God details His faithful intentions for Israel. God said: I will give them one heart; I will give them a new spirit; I will take out the stony heart; I will give them a heart of flesh. Notice the personal pronoun "I".

Just as He cannot save us without faith in His Son, He cannot bless us without conformity to the likeness of His Son. Yet He places both responsibilities squarely on His own shoulders. The one who justifies is in fact the same one who sanctifies. As Paul wrote, "He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ" (Phil 1:6). He pushes, pulls, puts us out to bring us in. He molds, makes, and shapes us into that which brings Him eternal pleasure.

And that is the beauty of our redemption; we have been saved to the utmost. In spite of our present condition: abominable and detestable, we have been declared to be His people by His immutable voice. We will be indwelled with a passion for Him by His unquenchable love. We will be made His people by His unstoppable hand.

We may go willingly like Enoch or we may go kicking and screaming all the way like Samson, but our destiny is certain and sure; we will be His people and He will be our God. As William Cowper wrote in his hymn, "The Contrite Heart",

The Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart or no?

Oh make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Yuri,
Thanks for the blogs. Googled "the day of redemption" and read your post from 07, and then other blog entries. Very encouraging!!
Roger Smith