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Chapter 25 – Camp Darby

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But He said to them, “I have food to eat that you do not know about…My food is to do the will of Him who sent Me and to accomplish His work.”

John 4:32 & 34

Scavenge to Survive

There was no centralized issue facility in Ranger School. The students were taken to abandoned structures and vehicles where antique equipment, ammunition, and rations were cached. Once they identified the cache, they had to determine the priority of what to take or leave. Wade’s squad was taken to a landing pad where a dilapidated UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter stood as a silent sentinel on the sun-baked tarmac of Camp Darby. Its faded paint and patches of rust were a stark contrast to the pristine olive drab uniforms of the assembled Ranger students. The once-proud war machine now served as a testament to the enduring legacy of Ranger training, even in this era of advanced technology. First Sergeant Miller’s voice boomed across the area, silencing the nervous chatter of the students.

“Listen up, Rangers! This relic is about to become your home for the next few hours. Welcome to the Darby Phase, where you’ll learn to improvise, adapt, and overcome using methods that have stood the test of time.”

Wade smiled, a mix of anticipation and determination in his eyes. Beside him, Ranger Metropax shifted nervously, his lanky frame dwarfed by the lifeless hulk that used to be a helicopter.

“Think they’ll let us fly it, Smith?” Metropax whispered, joking with his buddy.

Smith chuckled, shaking his head. “Not a chance, Metro. It’d take a miracle to get this baby off the ground again.”

The Rangers were divided into squads and tasked with scavenging gear from the helicopter’s interior. As they clambered into the cabin, the smell of stale fuel and dust filled their nostrils. Smith and Metropax found themselves in the cargo compartment, surrounded by olive drab canvas bags and wooden crates.

As they assembled their rucksacks and load-bearing equipment, Wade felt a connection to the Rangers who had come before him. “These packs were state-of-the-art back then,” Smith explained, showing Metropax how to adjust the straps. “They’ll do the job if you know how to use them.” They stuffed their rucks to the hilt with the necessary blank ammunition, rations, and other gear. They were surprised that the ancient backpack could hold over a hundred pounds if packed correctly.

The Darby Queen

First Sergeant Miller’s voice echoed in their minds as they navigated the challenging terrain. “This phase will test your ability to plan, prepare, and execute reconnaissance patrols. You’ll be evaluated on your leadership skills, your tactical proficiency, and your ability to work as a team. But first, you gotta make it through the Darby Queen.”

The infamous Darby Queen Obstacle Course, a grueling test of physical endurance and mental fortitude, consisted of 20 obstacles spread over a mile of uneven, hilly terrain.

As Wade approached the course, he could feel the eyes of the instructors upon him. He knew that his performance here would be a critical factor in his overall evaluation. Taking a deep breath, he launched himself into the first obstacle.

The course was a blur of rope climbs, wall scales, and log carries. Wade’s muscles screamed in protest as he pushed himself to the limit. His prosthetic hand, usually an asset, didn’t seem to present any advantage to the unique challenge as he navigated the obstacles.

Beside him, Metropax struggled with a particularly difficult rope climb. Without hesitation, Smith paused to offer encouragement and advice. “Keep going, Metro,” he called out. “Use your legs, not just your arms. You’ve got this!”

Metropax nodded, gritting his teeth as he redoubled his efforts. Together, they pushed through the pain and fatigue, crossing the finish line with nothing left in the tank.

As they collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, Wade felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see First Sergeant Miller standing over them, a rare smile on his weathered face.

“That’s what I like to see,” Miller said. “Rangers never leave a man behind. You two exemplify the spirit of this course.”

Recon

The next morning, the Rangers set out on their first patrol. The Georgia pines towered above them, casting long shadows across the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of pine needles and damp earth. They moved in tactical “V” formations, their boots crunching on fallen leaves and twigs.

The Rangers faced a series of graded patrols, each one designed to test a different aspect of their training. They conducted far and near reconnaissance missions and even participated in a simulated dropship operation.

When it was Smith’s turn to lead, he felt the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. He gathered his squad, issuing the warning order and assigning roles. As he spoke, he could see the trust in his teammates’ eyes. They were ready to follow him into the unknown.

As they pushed deeper into the forest, Wade recalled the fast-paced instruction they had received on troop leading procedures and principles of patrolling. Now, it was time to put that knowledge into practice.

The squad came to a halt at the edge of a clearing. Wade, who had been designated as squad leader for this patrol, gathered his fellow Rangers around him. “Alright, listen up,” he said in a low voice. “We’ve got a recon mission. Our objective is to gather intel on an enemy position about two klicks northeast of here.”

He quickly issued the operation order, assigning roles and responsibilities to each team member. Metropax would be the point man, leading the way with his keen eye for detail and natural instinct for navigation.

As they moved out, Wade felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He knew that his performance as a leader would be scrutinized not only by the instructors but also by his peers. The peer evaluation system was a crucial component of Ranger School, ensuring that only those who could earn the respect and trust of their fellow Rangers would advance.

The patrol moved silently through the underbrush, each Ranger hyper-aware of their surroundings. Suddenly, Metropax raised his fist, the signal to freeze. Then he motioned for Ranger Smith to move forward to join him.

“Whatcha got?” Wade whispered.

Metropax pointed to his ear. “Vehicle up ahead,” he murmured. “You can barely hear it. It must be on the dirt road here on the map.”

It was obvious that the Op-FOR (Opposing Forces, a simulated enemy unit) was patrolling the roads, looking for any unsuspecting Ranger students.

Smith nodded, his mind racing as he assessed the situation. This unexpected development could complicate their mission, but it also presented an opportunity to demonstrate their tactical awareness and adaptability.

“Good catch, Metro,” Smith whispered. “We’ll stay on azimuth, but stay alert. They’re probably looking for us but we found them first.”

They moved to their objective rally point, posted security, and performed a leader’s recon to get the lay of the land and confirm the location of the objective. Wade knew that if the Op-FOR were to discover them, he would automatically fail his patrol. Reconnaissance wasn’t something you could shoot your way out of. It took the utmost stealth and cunning, and by no means could they be discovered or compromised. The RI, Sergeant Kilby, looked on, scrutinizing Ranger Smith’s every move.

As Wade scoped out the area, he noticed a tall tree about 300 meters from the objective with a large open area between the two. Wade signaled to Metropax and whispered, “If I could climb the tree with my binos, I could probably get a pretty good look at the objective.”

Metropax looked concerned. “That’s pretty unorthodox, Smith. No one mentioned tree climbing in any of our training. You think the RI will go for it?”

Wade thought for a moment. “Well… if we have security posted, don’t violate any principles, and get all the priority intelligence requirements… I can’t see why not.” 

Metropax grimaced but complied.

They slowly moved to the tree, and Wade had his men cover their three, six, and nine o’clock positions at the base. The RI looked at Wade and asked, “Ranger Smith, what in the world are you doing?”

“I’m going to climb this tree and do my recon from here,” Wade said with very little conviction.

The RI raised one eyebrow and shook his head. “Well Ranger, it’s YOUR patrol.”

Wade and Metropax glanced at each other, displaying their fear that this may have been a stupid idea.

It was an easy climb to get about 20 feet above the ground, but there was little concealment. Wade held his breath, hoping and praying the Op-FOR would never suspect such an unorthodox approach to reconnaissance. If they spotted him, it would be a No Go for sure.

He nervously jotted in his notebook the number of personnel, weapons and their types, structures and vehicles, and drew a simple sketch, remembering to annotate the compass heading and distances. He scrambled back down the tree and whispered to his men, “Let’s get the heck out of here!”

They moved most of the night and finally set up a patrol base eight kilometers from the objective, making double sure they weren’t followed. The RI changed the leadership positions, and Wade and Metropax moved to the perimeter to keep watch and pull security. It was 0330 in the morning, and they would each trade positions to get one hour of sleep before “stand to.”

The hours passed too quickly. It was as though they hadn’t slept at all. The RI called Wade to the center of the perimeter to counsel him on his performance the day before. Wade was almost certain the Sergeant didn’t approve of his harebrained idea.

“Ranger Smith, how do you think you did on your recon?” he asked with a blank face.

Wade was so sleepy, he had to pinch himself to stay alert enough to answer the RI’s question. “Well, Sergeant… I don’t think it was by the book… but I didn’t violate any principles that I know of?”

The RI let Wade stew a moment before he addressed the weary Ranger. “Well, Ranger… This is the first time I have ever seen a recon done like a monkey. Very unorthodox, indeed… But you are correct. You didn’t violate any principles of patrolling, and you retrieved all the priority intel requirements. Not only am I going to give you a Go on your patrol, I want you to sign this major positive spot report for initiative and ingenuity.”

Wade sat there dumbfounded. The RI snapped his fingers in front of Wade’s face. “Well Ranger, are you going to sign this or not?!”

Wade quickly snatched the pen from the RI’s grip. “Oh, uh, yes, Sergeant! Roger that!”

A new set of RIs replaced the old ones, and a new day of relentless trudging through the Georgia terrain continued. But Ranger Smith had the assurance he was going to the next phase, the mountains, if he just didn’t do anything dumb in the next few days.

Hallucinations

As they continued their patrols, the physical and mental strain began to take its toll. The Rangers had been operating on minimal sleep and limited rations, pushing their bodies and minds to the limit. This grueling regimen was designed to assess their physical stamina and mental toughness, key attributes of a Ranger.

By the fifth day of patrols, fatigue had set in hard. Smith found himself battling hallucinations brought on by sleep deprivation. As they moved through a particularly dense thicket, he swore he saw leopards leaping across his path. He blinked hard, forcing himself to focus and clear his head.

Beside him, Metropax was faring no better. During a brief rest halt, Smith watched in bemused concern as his friend stumbled toward a nearby tree, fumbling with imaginary coins.

“I could really go for a Snickers,” Metropax mumbled, his voice slurred with exhaustion as he attempted to insert the non-existent currency into what he perceived as a vending machine.

Wade gently pulled Metropax away from the tree. “Come on, buddy,” he said, his voice a mixture of amusement and concern. “Let’s get some shut-eye. We’ll be back on patrol soon enough.”

Despite their exhaustion and hallucinations, Smith and Metropax pressed on. They had learned to rely on each other, to draw strength from their shared determination. This bond, forged in the furnace of Ranger School, was as vital to their success as any tactical skill they had learned.

Driving On

As the days wore on, the challenges intensified.

The mission was a success, with the squad achieving their objectives and exfiltrating without detection. As they regrouped at the designated rally point, Smith could see the exhaustion on his teammates’ faces, but also the glimmer of satisfaction in their eyes. They had faced a challenge and overcome it together.

The final week of the Darby Phase brought a series of increasingly complex reconnaissance missions. But they had finally finished, each having passed their patrols. As the Rangers prepared for their transition to the Mountain Phase, there was a foreboding sense of anticipation in the air.

On their last night at Camp Darby, Smith and Metropax sat by a small pup tent in the dark, reflecting on their journey. The moonlight cast shadows across their faces, highlighting the changes wrought by their experiences.

“You know, Smith,” Metropax said, his voice quiet but steady, “I wasn’t sure I had what it took when we started this. But now…” He trailed off, gesturing at the camp around them.

Smith nodded, understanding the unspoken sentiment. “We’ve come a long way, Metro. But this is just the beginning. The Mountain Phase is going to push us even harder.”

As they sat in companionable silence, Wade pulled out his pocket New Testament and started reading, illuminating the pages with his red lens flashlight. His thoughts drifted to the challenges that lay ahead. The Mountain Phase, conducted in the rugged terrain near Dahlonega, Georgia, would test their skills in a whole new environment. They would face steep ascents, treacherous descents of the Tennessee Valley Divide (the TVD), and the constant battle against the elements.

But as he looked at Metropax, Wade felt a surge of conviction. He had not shared his faith with his Ranger buddy. “Metro, can I pray and ask God to help us make it through the mountain phase?”

Metro looked at Wade matter-of-factly. “Absolutely, Ranger buddy… if you think it will help.”

Wade gave a curious glance over his shoulder. “Have you ever heard the gospel?”

Metro looked skyward, pondering the question. “No… Don’t think I have.”

Wade leaned back on his ruck. “This book tells the story of God’s love for us and how we have all rebelled against Him in spite of that love. But God, our creator, didn’t reject us for our rebellion but actually leaned into it by sending His Son, Jesus Christ, to die for us. His death satisfied the penalty we should have paid for our own wrongdoing. The Bible calls this wrongdoing sin. And the penalty for sinning against God is death. But like I said, He sent His Son to pay that penalty for us by dying on a cross. But He didn’t stay dead. In three days, He rose from the dead to prove He is the King over everything, including death. And now He sits at the right hand of God pleading our case to God.”

Metro’s face twisted. “And you believe this?!”

“Well, yes… but not at first. But once I opened myself to learning more about Him and His love, God started showing Himself to me in very crazy ways.”

“Well… no offense, but that’s what it’s going to take for me… I mean… I need some proof.” Metro leaned back and looked to the sky again. “You can certainly pray for that and that we will make it through the mountains.”

They both laid back to get some sleep under the stars. Wade looked at the brilliant expanse and prayed for Metro and himself. He prayed for Kristen and remembered to lift up Jay as well. The prayer was simple, short, and sincere. Then before he could say Amen, sleep overwhelmed him.

High Altitude Insertion

The next morning, as they prepared to board the awaiting Thunderhawk dropships that would take them to the Mountain Phase, First Sergeant Miller addressed the Rangers one last time. He gave a briefing about their extreme high altitude insertion into Mosby Army Airfield, at Camp Merrill, the mountain phase.

“You’ve proven yourselves worthy to move to the next phase,” First Sergeant Miller said, his voice carrying across the assembly area. “But your journey is far from over. The mountains will test you in ways you can’t imagine. Remember your training, trust in your Ranger buddies, and never, ever quit.” Miller continued, “This next insertion… nothing new to you, you’ve all been through Dropship Insertion School and you’ve all got a few Extreme High Altitude drops under your belts. Your mission is an airfield seizure and making the insertion from the edge of space into Mosby Army Airfield.” A few Rangers exchanged nervous glances. Miller let the weight of his statement sink in and continued.

“Mosby is a 400-meter-long grass strip, barely enough room to land a bird, let alone 30 drop pods. You will be jumping from 120,000 feet, retro-assisted fall for over three minutes, reaching speeds of over 600 miles per hour. You’ll have to rely on your equipment and your training to guide you safely to the ground.” He paused, his eyes scanning the faces of the Rangers. “This is not a simulated drop. This is the real deal. The Op-FOR will be waiting for you, and you’ll need to be prepared to fight as soon as you hit the ground.”

“Any questions?” Miller asked.

The Rangers shook their heads, their faces grim with confidence. They had come too far to have second thoughts now.

“Good,” Miller said. “Get your gear and board the birds. We launch in 30 mikes.”

The Rangers boarded the dropships that would take them to the edge of the atmosphere and then the Mountain Phase, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within them.

As the Thunderhawk ascended and the Rangers entered their drop pods, Smith looked out the viewport and watched as the Earth shrunk beneath him. The curve of the planet was clearly visible, and he could see the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. The sky above was a deep, inky black, studded with stars. Wade remembered feeling this small and insignificant on the first drop in DIS. Yet, at the same time, he felt an exhilarating sense of freedom. He was on the edge of space, about to embark on one of the best thrill rides the military had to offer.

The RI acting as the Drop Master came over the comms. “Approaching drop altitude. Get ready!”

Wade took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could feel the dropship slowing as it reached its final altitude. Then, the order came: “Green light! DROP!” The pods exploded to the side and the initial moments of freefall were disorienting. Wade felt weightless, as if he were floating in a dream. The Rangers had entered the void. Suddenly the retros fired to begin their descent.

He could see the Earth rushing towards him, but it seemed to take forever to get closer. He knew he was falling at an incredible speed, but it didn’t feel like it. It felt like he was suspended in time. Then, the atmosphere began to thicken. Wade could feel the air resistance building, slowing his descent. The G-forces pressed up on him, making it difficult to breathe.

Wade fought the blood rushing to his head, focusing on his training. He could see the airstrip and the drop zone rushing up to meet him. This was it… the Mountain Phase.

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The Dog Lady on the Beach – #105

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Welcome Back! Today, we’ll be looking at the Gospels of Matthew and Mark to see how Jesus responded to persistent faith and how He modeled rhythms of rest.  

So let’s get started.

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Matthew 15:21–28, Mark 7:24–30

Leaving that place, Jesus withdrew to the district of Tyre and Sidon. Not wanting anyone to know He was there, He entered a house, but was unable to escape their notice. Instead, a Canaanite woman from that region whose little daughter had an unclean spirit soon heard about Jesus, and she came and fell at His feet. Now she was a Greek woman of Syrophoenician origin, and she kept asking Jesus to drive the demon out of her daughter, saying “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is miserably possessed by a demon.” 

But Jesus did not answer a word. So His disciples came and urged Him, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.” He answered, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.” The woman came and knelt before Him. “Lord, help me!” she said. But Jesus replied, “First let the children have their fill. It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” “Yes, Lord,” she said, “even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs that fall from their master’s table.” “O woman,” Jesus answered, “your faith is great! Because of this answer you may go and let it be done for you as you desire.” And she went home and found her child lying on the bed, and the demon was gone and she was healed from that very hour.

My Thoughts 

I want to draw your attention to two insights from this passage. One is most commonly written about and the other a little bit more obscure but just as important.

The first is the woman whose daughter was tormented by a demon. She was a Gentile and outside of the scope of Jesus’ targeted ministry. She was a pest and the disciples were begging Jesus to get rid of her. After all, they were on vacation enjoying the beach (more on that in my second insight). Jesus finally addresses the woman with what could have only been received as an insult;

 “First let the children have their fill. It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”

Did Jesus just call this lady a dog? That’s how I would have taken it! But notice her humility and faith. She doesn’t get mad and storm off. She doesn’t call the cops for what could have been perceived as a racial slur (AKA hate speech). No, she humbly bows before the King of kings and wisely presents her petition in a way that Jesus cannot ignore;

 “Yes, Lord,” she said, “even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs that fall from their master’s table.” 

Now there are a few things that really get Jesus excited and one of them is extraordinary faith. (Remember the centurion who had more faith than anyone in israel? Matthew 8:5-13) Yes, although this woman was not part of the focus group and even a bother, Jesus was compelled to honor her request. Now that says a lot about how much joy God gets when we really trust Him and place our faith in Him! By the way, when you compare the two, I’d rather be called a dog than a sheep. Just saying.

On to the second insight. Notice where Jesus was – Tyre and Sidon.  And notice why He was there – “Not wanting anyone to know He was there.”  Wait, what? Is Jesus taking a break? You better believe He was! And the district Tyre and Sidon is a coastal region on the Mediterranean. Could Jesus have been spending time on the beach? Why not? I can just hear the disciples gasp when they see the vastness of the Med compared to their “Sea of Galilee.” Here’s my question; Why would it be so incredibly hard to believe that Jesus and His men were taking a vacation? I mean, think about the pace they were keeping. Even when Jesus suggested that they “Come away by themselves to a secluded place and rest a while.”   5000 people showed up to dinner. They were keeping a hectic schedule, frequently going without meals themselves. (Mark 6:31)

As often as Jesus was wrongfully chastised for violating the law of rest you’ve got to believe the Lord of the Sabbath would show us how to take a break. He actually goes on retreat at least two more times to be alone with His disciples. (Mark 8:27, John 11:54)

My Story

We built a 10×10 cabin on the backside of our property for the purpose of having a place to get away and spend time with God in solitude. We had some folks visit our place and we gave them the grand tour of our property and the “Quiet Time Cabin.” Later we found out that the cabin was jokingly renamed the “Shack of Shame.” It was supposed to be a joke but you know what they say, “A joke is just a veiled way to say what you’re really thinking.” 

You have to ask the question, “Why would our friends be adverse to a place of rest and contemplation?” Well, one, these were Paratroopers and Special Forces folks and they rest when they die. And secondly, hard core disciple-makers are not known for taking rest seriously. And then again, neither were the children of Israel. 

But as I look at Jesus taking a nap during a storm, the Omnipotent Father resting on the seventh day of creation, and the penalty for breaking the Sabbath in the Old Testament (look it up, it’s the same as witchcraft, sorcery, and adultery), I’m pretty convinced that God is serious about rest. It’s only for our own good and we’d do well to “Take 5” on a regular basis. 

Our Action Plan

Now it’s time for some applications. Here’s some ideas;

  • As a disciple-maker, are you looking for people with extraordinary faith, even if it’s outside your “ministry target?”
  • Talk to those you are discipling and come up with a profile of someone with extraordinary faith
  • Do a personal inventory – Do you have an adequate rest rhythm? 

In reflecting on Jesus’ encounter with the Canaanite woman and His retreat to Tyre and Sidon, we see the importance of persistent faith and the value of rest in our lives. By embracing these lessons, we can deepen our trust in God and cultivate a healthier balance between ministry and rest, just as Jesus modeled for us.

La señora del perro en la playa – 105

¡Bienvenidos nuevamente! Hoy, analizaremos los Evangelios de Mateo y Marcos para ver cómo respondió Jesús a la fe persistente y cómo modeló ritmos de descanso.

Comencemos.

Mateo 15:21-28, Marcos 7:24-30

De allí partió Jesús y se fue a la región de Tiro y Sidón. No queriendo que nadie supiera que estaba allí, entró en una casa, pero no pudo pasar desapercibido. En cambio, una mujer cananea de aquella región, cuya hijita tenía un espíritu inmundo, oyó hablar de Jesús, y fue y se postró a sus pies. Era una mujer griega de origen sirofenicio, y le pedía que expulsara al demonio de su hija, diciendo: «Señor, Hijo de David, ten compasión de mí; mi hija está miserablemente poseída por un demonio».

Pero Jesús no respondió ni una palabra. Entonces sus discípulos se acercaron y le rogaron: «Despídela, porque sigue gritando detrás de nosotros». Él respondió: «Sólo a las ovejas perdidas de la casa de Israel fui enviado». La mujer se acercó y se arrodilló ante Él. «Señor, ayúdame», le dijo. Pero Jesús le respondió: «Primero deja que los niños se sacien. No está bien tomar el pan de los hijos y echárselo a los perros. Ella le respondió: «Sí, Señor, hasta los perros comen debajo de la mesa las migajas que caen de la mesa de sus amos». Jesús le respondió: «Mujer, ¡qué grande es tu fe! Por esta respuesta puedes irte y que se cumpla lo que deseas». Cuando volvió a su casa, encontró al niño acostado en la cama; el demonio había desaparecido y ella quedó sana desde aquel mismo momento.

Mis Pensamientos

Quiero llamar su atención sobre dos ideas de este pasaje. Una es la más comúnmente escrita y la otra un poco más oscura pero igual de importante.

La primera es la mujer cuya hija estaba atormentada por un demonio. Ella era gentil y estaba fuera del alcance del ministerio de Jesús. Era una plaga y los discípulos le rogaban a Jesús que se deshiciera de ella. Después de todo, estaban de vacaciones disfrutando de la playa (más sobre eso en mi segunda idea). Jesús finalmente se dirige a la mujer con lo que solo podría haber sido recibido como un insulto:

“Deja primero que los hijos se sacien. No está bien tomar el pan de los hijos y echarlo a los perros”.

¿Jesús acaba de llamar a esta mujer perro? ¡Así es como lo habría tomado yo! Pero note su humildad y fe. Ella no se enoja y se va furiosa. Ella no llama a la policía por lo que podría haber sido percibido como un insulto racial (también conocido como discurso de odio). No, ella humildemente se inclina ante el Rey de reyes y sabiamente presenta su petición de una manera que Jesús no puede ignorar;

“Sí, Señor”, dijo ella, “hasta los perrillos comen debajo de la mesa las migajas que caen de la mesa de sus amos”.

Ahora bien, hay algunas cosas que realmente entusiasman a Jesús y una de ellas es una fe extraordinaria. (¿Recuerdas al centurión que tenía más fe que nadie en Israel? Mateo 8:5-13) Sí, aunque esta mujer no era parte del grupo de enfoque e incluso una molestia, Jesús se vio obligado a honrar su pedido. ¡Eso dice mucho sobre cuánto gozo obtiene Dios cuando realmente confiamos en Él y ponemos nuestra fe en Él! Por cierto, cuando comparas los dos, prefiero que me llamen perro que oveja. Solo lo digo.

Pasemos a la segunda idea. Observa dónde estaba Jesús: Tiro y Sidón. Y observa por qué estaba allí: “No quería que nadie supiera que estaba allí”. Espera, ¿qué? ¿Jesús se está tomando un descanso? ​​¡Será mejor que creas que lo estaba! Y el distrito de Tiro y Sidón es una región costera del Mediterráneo. ¿Podría haber estado Jesús pasando tiempo en la playa? ¿Por qué no? Casi puedo oír a los discípulos jadear cuando vieron la inmensidad del Mediterráneo en comparación con su “Mar de Galilea”. Mi pregunta es: ¿por qué sería tan increíblemente difícil creer que Jesús y sus hombres se estaban tomando unas vacaciones? Piensen en el ritmo que llevaban. Incluso cuando Jesús sugirió que “se retiraran a un lugar solitario para descansar un poco”, 5000 personas se presentaron a cenar. Tenían un horario muy apretado y con frecuencia se quedaban sin comer. (Marcos 6:31)

Por más que Jesús fuera injustamente reprendido por violar la ley del descanso, hay que creer que el Señor del sábado nos mostraría cómo tomar un descanso. De hecho, se retira al menos dos veces más para estar a solas con sus discípulos. (Marcos 8:27, Juan 11:54)

Mi Historia

Construimos una cabaña de 10×10 en la parte trasera de nuestra propiedad con el propósito de tener un lugar para alejarnos y pasar tiempo con Dios en soledad. Tuvimos algunas personas que visitaron nuestra propiedad y les mostramos un recorrido por nuestra propiedad y la “cabaña del tiempo de silencio”. Más tarde descubrimos que la cabaña había sido rebautizada en broma como “la cabaña de la vergüenza”. Se suponía que era una broma, pero ya sabes lo que dicen: “Una broma es solo una forma velada de decir lo que realmente estás pensando”.

Tienes que hacerte la pregunta: “¿Por qué nuestros amigos serían reacios a un lugar de descanso y contemplación?” Bueno, en primer lugar, estos eran paracaidistas y miembros de las Fuerzas Especiales y descansan cuando mueren. Y en segundo lugar, los hacedores de discípulos incondicionales no son conocidos por tomarse el descanso en serio. Y, por otra parte, tampoco lo eran los hijos de Israel.

Pero cuando veo a Jesús durmiendo la siesta durante una tormenta, al Padre Omnipotente descansando en el séptimo día de la creación y el castigo por quebrantar el Sabbath en el Antiguo Testamento (búscalo, es lo mismo que la brujería, la hechicería y el adulterio), estoy bastante convencido de que Dios se toma en serio el descanso. Es solo para nuestro propio bien y haríamos bien en descansar de forma regular.

Nuestro Plan de Acción

Ahora es el momento de aplicar algunas ideas. Aquí hay algunas:

Como hacedor de discípulos, ¿está buscando personas con una fe extraordinaria, incluso si está fuera de su “meta ministerial”?

Hable con aquellos a quienes está discipulando y elabore un perfil de alguien con una fe extraordinaria.

Haga un inventario personal: ¿tiene un ritmo de descanso adecuado?

Al reflexionar sobre el encuentro de Jesús con la mujer cananea y su retiro a Tiro y Sidón, vemos la importancia de la fe persistente y el valor del descanso en nuestras vidas. Al aceptar estas lecciones, podemos profundizar nuestra confianza en Dios y cultivar un equilibrio más saludable entre el ministerio y el descanso, tal como Jesús nos lo demostró.

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Kingdom Kernel #5 – The Multiplicative Mission of the King

Isaiah 9:1-7 & Jeremiah 23:1-8 – The Multiplicative Nature of God’s Kingdom: A Prophetic and Christological Exploration

 Introduction

The concept of the multiplicative nature of the Kingdom of God is a profound theme woven throughout Scripture, revealing the expansive and transformative power of God’s reign. This essay will analyze this concept, focusing on the word “multiply” in the context of Isaiah 9:1-7 and Jeremiah 23:1-8, while using Jesus as the perfect example to follow.

 Etymological Analysis

In Hebrew, the word for “multiply” is רָבָה (rabah – Strong’s H7235), which means to increase, become numerous, or grow. This term appears in Isaiah 9:7, where it is prophesied that “of the increase (מִרְבֵּה, mirbeh- Strong’s H4766) of his government and of peace there will be no end.” The root word carries connotations of abundance, expansion, and fruitfulness, all of which are central to understanding the nature of God’s kingdom.

 Theological Significance

 Biblical Foundation

The concept of multiplication is foundational to God’s interaction with humanity. In Genesis 1:22,28, God’s first command to living creatures and humans is to “be fruitful and multiply.” This command is reiterated to Noah and his sons after the flood (Genesis 9:1,7), establishing multiplication as a divine mandate for creation.

 Covenant Promises

God’s covenant with Abraham further emphasizes this theme. In Genesis 17:2,6, God promises to multiply Abraham exceedingly and make him fruitful. This promise becomes a cornerstone of Israel’s identity, as seen when Moses reminds God of His promise to multiply Abraham’s descendants (Exodus 32:13).

 Isaiah 9:1-7

This passage presents a powerful prophecy of the coming Messiah who will bring light to those in darkness and increase the nation’s joy. The prophecy culminates in the promise of an eternal kingdom established and upheld with justice and righteousness. Jesus fulfills this prophecy, bringing light to the world (John 8:12) and establishing a kingdom that continually expands.

 Jeremiah 23:1-8

This text further illustrates the multiplicative concept, promising a righteous Branch from David’s line who will reign wisely and execute justice. This Messianic figure, identified as Jesus, will gather the remnant of God’s flock and cause them to be fruitful and multiply (Jeremiah 23:3). This multiplication is not just in number but in righteousness and faithfulness to God.

 Jesus as the Perfect Example

Jesus, as the perfect embodiment of God’s kingdom, exemplifies this multiplicative nature throughout His ministry. He begins with twelve disciples but ultimately commands them to “go and make disciples of all nations” (Matthew 28:19), initiating a process of exponential growth. This multiplication is not merely numerical but encompasses spiritual transformation and the spread of God’s reign.

The multiplicative nature of God’s kingdom is evident in Jesus’ parables and actions. In the parable of the mustard seed (Matthew 13:31-32), Jesus describes the kingdom starting small but growing into something vast and life-sustaining. Similarly, the parable of the yeast (Matthew 13:33) illustrates how the kingdom’s influence permeates and transforms society. Jesus demonstrates divine multiplication in action by feeding the 5,000 with five loaves and two fish (Luke 9:16), a physical manifestation of God’s ability to multiply resources beyond human expectation.

 Divine Attributes and Redemptive Plan

This concept reveals God’s desire for His reign to extend to all aspects of creation. It demonstrates His redemptive plan to restore and multiply what was lost through sin. The multiplicative nature of the kingdom points to Christ’s eternal reign, which will continue to expand in influence and power throughout eternity. This is further illustrated in Ezekiel 36:10-11, where God declares He will multiply people and animals on the land of Israel, symbolizing the restoration and growth of His kingdom.

 Implications for Believers

For believers today, understanding this concept transforms our perspective on kingdom work. It encourages us to see our small acts of faithfulness as seeds of exponential growth in God’s hands. The parable of the talents (Matthew 25:20-21) illustrates spiritual multiplication through faithful stewardship, challenging believers to actively participate in the kingdom’s expansion. We are called to recognize that our efforts, empowered by the Holy Spirit, can have far-reaching effects.

 Conclusion

The multiplicative nature of God’s kingdom, exemplified perfectly in Jesus, reveals a dynamic, ever-expanding reign that transforms individuals, communities, and ultimately the entire creation. It calls us to embrace our role in this divine multiplication, trusting that God can use our faithful obedience to produce abundant fruit for His kingdom. This concept illuminates Jesus’ kingship and the expansive, eternal nature of God’s kingdom, offering both scholarly insight and inspirational truth for contemporary Christian understanding.

Disciple-Maker’s Short Story

The Mission to Multiply

The mess hall buzzed with the usual lunchtime chatter, but in a quiet corner, Sergeant First Class Hernandez and Lieutenant Banks sat engrossed in conversation. Their trays of food lay half-forgotten as they leaned in, discussing matters far beyond the day’s training schedule.

“So, LT, what’s on your mind today?” SFC Hernandez asked, noticing the thoughtful expression on his young platoon leader’s face.

Lieutenant Banks hesitated, then spoke. “Sergeant, I was reading Jeremiah 23 and Matthew 28 this morning. There’s something about God wanting to multiply His followers that’s got me thinking.”

Hernandez nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Ah, you’ve stumbled upon the Great Commission, sir. It’s the heart of what we’re called to do as believers.”

“The Great Commission?” Banks furrowed his brow. “I’ve heard that term, but I’m not sure I fully grasp it.”

Hernandez leaned back, his eyes alight with passion. “It’s simple, yet profound, sir. Jesus, after His resurrection, gave us a mission. He said, ‘Go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you.'”

Banks nodded slowly, absorbing the words. “So it’s about spreading the faith?”

“It’s more than that, sir. It’s about multiplication. Think of it like our military strategy. We don’t just want to hold ground; we want to expand our influence, right?”

“Right,” Banks agreed.

“Well, the Great Commission is God’s strategy for expanding His kingdom. It’s not just about converting people; it’s about making disciples who will, in turn, make more disciples. It’s exponential growth.”

Banks’ eyes widened with understanding. “Like a chain reaction.”

“Exactly, sir. And here’s the kicker – this isn’t a new idea. It goes all the way back to God’s promise to Abraham that all peoples on Earth would be blessed through him. The Great Commission is the fulfillment of that ancient promise.”

Banks leaned forward, his food completely forgotten now. “So how do we do this, Sergeant? How do we fulfill this Commission?”

Hernandez smiled warmly. “Sir, we’ve been doing it since the day we met. Remember when I first shared my faith with you? That was the Great Commission in action. And now, look at you, diving into Scripture, asking questions, growing in your faith. That’s discipleship.”

Banks sat back, a look of awe on his face. “I never thought of it that way. You’ve been living this out all along, haven’t you?”

“You caught me with my hand in the cookie jar, sir!” They both laughed. “It’s our mission and it’s not always easy, but it’s what we’re called to do. Just like we train our soldiers to be leaders who can train others, we’re called to be disciples who make disciples.”

“It’s a big responsibility,” Banks mused.

“It is,” Hernandez agreed. “But remember, Jesus said He has all authority in heaven and on earth, and He promised to be with us always. We’re not doing this alone.”

As they finished their lunch, Banks looked at Hernandez with newfound respect. “Thank you, Sergeant. For living this out, for showing me what it means to follow Christ. I want to be like that – like Jesus, multiplying His love and truth wherever I go.”

Hernandez nodded, his eyes shining. “That’s the goal, sir. To become more like Jesus every day, and to help others do the same. That’s the heart of the Great Commission.”

As they stood to leave, both men felt a renewed sense of purpose. Their mission as soldiers took on a deeper meaning, intertwined with a greater calling – to be part of God’s multiplicative kingdom, spreading His love and truth to all nations, starting right here in their own platoon.

From the Bottom of My Heart? – #104

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Welcome Back! Today, we’ll be looking at the Gospels of Matthew and Mark to see some of Jesus’ views of the heart. 

So let’s get started.

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Matthew 15:10–20, Mark 7:14–23

Jesus called the crowd to Him and said, “All of you, listen to Me and understand: A man is not defiled by what enters his mouth, but by what comes out of it.” If anyone has ears to hear, let him hear.” 

After Jesus had left the crowd and gone into the house, His disciples inquired about the parable. They said, “Are You aware that the Pharisees were offended when they heard this?” But Jesus replied, “Every plant that My heavenly Father has not planted will be pulled up by its roots. Disregard them! They are blind guides. If a blind man leads a blind man, both will fall into a pit.”

Peter said to Him, “Explain this parable to us.” Jesus asked “Are you still so dull? Do you still not understand? Do you not yet realize that whatever enters the mouth goes into the stomach and then is eliminated? But the things that come out of the mouth come from the heart, and these things defile a man. Nothing that enters a man from the outside can defile him, because it does not enter his heart, but it goes into the stomach and then is eliminated.” (Thus all foods are clean.) He continued: “What comes out of a man, that is what defiles him. For out of the heart come evil thoughts, murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false testimony, greed, wickedness, deceit, debauchery, envy, slander, arrogance, and foolishness. All these evils come from within, and these are what defile a man, but eating with unwashed hands does not defile him.”

My Thoughts 

I’m not sure, after reading Jesus, I want to use the phrase, “From the bottom of my heart” as a way to express my sincere love. Jesus addressed the heart many times in His teaching. It usually exposes the “true you.” I don’t know about you but when I look inside, I’m shocked at my innards. I would have to agree with the prophet Jeremiah;

“The heart is more deceitful than all else and is desperately sick; Who can understand it?” (Jeremiah 17:9 NASB)

The next verse is even more scary;

“I, the LORD, search the heart, I test the mind, even to give to each man according to his ways, according to the results of his deeds.” (Jeremiah 17:10 NASB)

But thank God, He’s in the business of changing hearts!

“Moreover, I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; and I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” (Ezekiel 36:26 NASB)

“I will give them a heart to know Me, for I am the LORD; and they will be My people, and I will be their God, for they will return to Me with their whole heart.”  (Jeremiah 31:33 NASB)

“being manifested that you are a letter of Christ, cared for by us, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.” (2 Corinthians 3:3 NASB)

Now on the last day, the great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, “If anyone is thirsty, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture said, ‘From his innermost being will flow rivers of living water.'” (John 7:37-38 NASB)

As disciple-makers, we acknowledge our sinfulness from the depths of our hearts, yet we also rejoice and share the good news that the Great Heart Surgeon is at work in those who seek His help.

My Story

After 45 years of professing Christ as Lord and Savior I’ve become a pretty good person…on the outside. In recent years I’ve become painfully aware that the Christian camouflage I wear on the exterior is not enough to “walk in a worthy manner” before the Lord. (Colossians 1:10) As Jesus clearly states, God sees it all, outside and INSIDE!

I’ve taken several steps to correct my “stinking thinking.” I’ve memorized key passages like;

We are destroying speculations and every lofty thing raised up against the knowledge of God, and we are taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ (2 Corinthians 10:5)

And

Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things. (Philippians 4:8)

I’ve read a couple of very helpful books that were very helpful;

A Deeper Walk: A Proven Path for Developing a More Vibrant Faith

By: Marcus Warner

Winning the War in Your Mind: Change Your Thinking, Change Your Life

By: Craig Groeschel 

But the most significant things I’ve done is to pray and ask for God’s help and to intentionally work on this area of life. By His grace I’ve seen some transformation but am committed to staying vigilant in the heart. 

Our Action Plan

Now it’s time for application. Here’s some ideas;

  • Answer this question from Scripture: “Can God hear our thoughts?”
  • Do a Bible study with those you are discipling on what Jesus says about the heart.
  • Wear a Heart Monitor – Intentionally keep track of your thoughts throughout the day and identify those that honor God and those that do not.

Jesus’ teachings on the heart emphasize the importance of inner transformation and aligning our thoughts with God’s will. He reminds us that true discipleship involves not just outward actions, but a genuine change of heart, requiring constant vigilance and reliance on God’s Word and grace to cultivate pure thoughts and intentions.

¿Desde lo más profundo de mi corazón? – 104

¡Bienvenidos nuevamente! Hoy, analizaremos los Evangelios de Mateo y Marcos para ver algunas de las opiniones de Jesús sobre el corazón.

Comencemos.

Mateo 15:10-20, Marcos 7:14-23

Jesús llamó a la multitud y les dijo: «Escúchenme todos y entiendan: el hombre no se contamina por lo que entra en su boca, sino por lo que sale de ella. Si alguno tiene oídos para oír, que oiga».

Después de que Jesús dejó a la multitud y entró en la casa, sus discípulos le preguntaron sobre la parábola. Dijeron: «¿Saben que los fariseos se ofendieron al oír esto?». Pero Jesús respondió: «Toda planta que mi Padre celestial no haya plantado será arrancada de raíz. No les hagan caso, son guías ciegos. Si un ciego guía a otro ciego, ambos caerán en un hoyo».

Pedro le dijo: «Explícanos esta parábola». Jesús les preguntó: «¿Todavía son tan torpes? ¿Todavía no entienden? ¿Todavía no se dan cuenta de que todo lo que entra por la boca va al estómago y luego se elimina? Pero lo que sale de la boca, del corazón sale; y eso es lo que contamina al hombre. Nada de lo que entra en el hombre desde fuera puede contaminarlo, porque no entra en el corazón, sino que va al estómago y luego es expulsado. (Así que todos los alimentos son limpios.) Y continuó: “Lo que sale del hombre, eso es lo que lo contamina. Porque del corazón salen los malos pensamientos, los homicidios, los adulterios, la inmoralidad sexual, los robos, los falsos testimonios, la avaricia, la maldad, el engaño, la lujuria, la envidia, la calumnia, la arrogancia y la insensatez. Todos estos males salen de dentro, y eso es lo que contamina al hombre, pero comer con las manos sin lavar no lo contamina”.

Mis Pensamientos

No estoy seguro de que, después de leer a Jesús, quiera usar la frase “desde lo más profundo de mi corazón” como una forma de expresar mi amor sincero. Jesús se dirigió al corazón muchas veces en sus enseñanzas. Por lo general, expone el “verdadero yo”. No sé ustedes, pero cuando miro hacia dentro, me quedo impactado por mis entrañas. Tendría que estar de acuerdo con el profeta Jeremías:

“El corazón es más engañoso que todo lo demás y es perverso; ¿quién lo entenderá?” (Jeremías 17:9 NVI)

El siguiente versículo es aún más aterrador:

“Yo, el Señor, escudriño el corazón, pruebo la mente, para dar a cada uno según su camino, según el resultado de sus obras” (Jeremías 17:10 NVI)

Pero gracias a Dios, ¡Él se dedica a cambiar corazones!

“Además, les daré un corazón nuevo y pondré un espíritu nuevo dentro de ustedes; quitaré de su carne el corazón de piedra y les daré un corazón de carne.” (Ezequiel 36:26 NVI)

“Les daré un corazón para que me conozcan, porque yo soy el Señor; y ellos serán mi pueblo y yo seré su Dios, porque volverán a mí con todo su corazón.” (Jeremías 31:33 NVI)

“Siendo manifiesto que ustedes son una carta de Cristo, escrita no con tinta, sino con el Espíritu de Dios vivo; no en tablas de piedra, sino en tablas de corazones humanos.” (2 Corintios 3:3 NVI)

En el último y gran día de la fiesta, Jesús se puso en pie y alzó la voz, diciendo: «Si alguno tiene sed, venga a mí y beba. El que cree en mí, como dice la Escritura: De su interior correrán ríos de agua viva». (Juan 7:37-38 NVI)

Como hacedores de discípulos, reconocemos nuestra pecaminosidad desde lo más profundo de nuestro corazón, pero también nos regocijamos y compartimos la buena noticia de que el Gran Cirujano del Corazón está obrando en aquellos que buscan Su ayuda.

Mi Historia

Después de 45 años de profesar a Cristo como Señor y Salvador, me he convertido en una persona bastante buena… por fuera. En los últimos años me he dado cuenta dolorosamente de que el camuflaje cristiano que llevo por fuera no es suficiente para “andar como es digno” delante del Señor. (Colosenses 1:10) Como Jesús afirma claramente, Dios lo ve todo, ¡por fuera y por dentro!

He tomado varias medidas para corregir mi “pensamiento apestoso”. He memorizado pasajes clave como:

Destruimos especulaciones y toda altivez que se levanta contra el conocimiento de Dios, y llevamos cautivo todo pensamiento a la obediencia a Cristo (2 Corintios 10:5)

Y

Por lo demás, hermanos, todo lo que es verdadero, todo lo honesto, todo lo justo, todo lo puro, todo lo amable, todo lo que es de buen nombre; si hay virtud alguna, si algo digno de alabanza, en esto pensad. (Filipenses 4:8)

He leído un par de libros que me resultaron muy útiles:

A Deeper Walk: A Proven Path for Developing a More Vibrant Faith

Por: Marcus Warner

Winning the War in Your Mind: Change Your Thinking, Change Your Life

Por: Craig Groeschel

Pero lo más importante que he hecho es orar y pedirle ayuda a Dios y trabajar intencionalmente en esta área de mi vida. Por Su gracia he visto cierta transformación, pero estoy comprometido a permanecer vigilante en el corazón.

Nuestro Plan de Acción

Ahora es el momento de ponerlo en práctica. Aquí hay algunas ideas:

Responda a esta pregunta de las Escrituras: “¿Puede Dios escuchar nuestros pensamientos?”

Realice un estudio bíblico con aquellos a quienes está discipulando sobre lo que Jesús dice acerca del corazón.

Use un monitor cardíaco: lleve un registro intencional de sus pensamientos a lo largo del día e identifique aquellos que honran a Dios y aquellos que no.

Las enseñanzas de Jesús sobre el corazón enfatizan la importancia de la transformación interior y de alinear nuestros pensamientos con la voluntad de Dios. Él nos recuerda que el verdadero discipulado no solo implica acciones externas, sino un cambio genuino de corazón, que requiere vigilancia constante y confianza en la Palabra y la gracia de Dios para cultivar pensamientos e intenciones puros.

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Chapter 23 – The Cost of Survival

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“O Lord, I beseech You, may Your ear be attentive to the prayer of Your servant and the prayer of Your servants who delight to revere Your name, and make Your servant successful today and grant him compassion before this man.”

Nehemiah 1:11

In the Shadow of Grief

The hospital buzzed with a whirlwind of organized chaos. Kristen moved with a sense of purpose and proficiency, her hands steady as she triaged patients and coordinated with the overwhelmed medical staff. The acrid smell of burnt flesh and the metallic tang of blood filled the air, a grim reminder of the battle that had raged outside.

As she finished stabilizing a Marine with a severe plasma burn, Kristen caught sight of Captain Hollister approaching. His face was a mask of grim determination, but there was something in his eyes that set her on edge. She straightened, steeling herself for whatever news he brought.

“Dr. Kitzler,” Hollister began, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. “I… I’m afraid I have some bad news about Corporal Kovacs.”

Kristen’s heart skipped a beat, but her training kicked in. She observed Hollister’s body language, the slight hesitation in his words, the way his eyes couldn’t quite meet hers and blinking faster than usual. Her mind raced, piecing together the puzzle.

“Wade was killed in action during the Skravak assault,” Hollister continued, his words sounding rehearsed. “He died protecting his fellow Marines and…”

Kristen tuned out the rest of Hollister’s prepared speech. She knew he was lying. The signs were all there – the inconsistencies in his story, the forced emotion in his voice. But more than that, she knew Wade. She had felt his presence, his determination when he rescued her from the bunker.

“Always,” he had promised. And she believed him.

Tears welled up in Kristen’s eyes, not from grief but from the sudden, crushing realization of what this meant. Wade wasn’t dead, but he might as well be. Whatever had happened, whatever he was involved in, it was big enough to fake his death. Big enough to tear them apart.

She thought back to their brief reunion, the feeling of safety in his arms, the way his prosthetic hand had gently cupped her cheek. How long would it be before she felt that touch again? Would she ever?

Hollister mistook her tears for grief, awkwardly patting her shoulder. “I’m sorry for your loss, Doctor. Kovacs was a fine Marine and…”

“Thank you, Captain,” Kristen cut him off, her voice surprisingly steady. “If you’ll excuse me, I have patients who need me.”

As Hollister nodded and turned away, Kristen took a deep breath, pushing down the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She had a job to do, lives to save. And somewhere out there, Wade was fighting his own battle. She had to believe they would find their way back to each other.

For now, all she could do was hold onto his promise. Always.

Behind Closed Visors

The hangar bay thrummed with nervous energy as Marines and sailors scrambled to prepare for the next wave of Skravak attacks. Amidst the organized chaos, Wade and Mayumi stood silently, their newly anonymous personna a stark reminder of their altered reality.

Captain Venn approached, his face etched with the weight of command. “Briggs, Torres,” he barked, “you’re on escort duty. Top secret cargo to the ISC Yorktown.” His eyes flickered meaningfully towards Wade and Mayumi.

Briggs nodded sharply. “Understood, sir.”

“Kovacs…Kato!” Venn continued, his voice low, “scrape those name plates off your armor. Visors stay down at all times. As far as anyone’s concerned, you’re KIA. Don’t give them reason to think otherwise.”

Wade’s hands moved mechanically, pulling out his K-bar and using it to erase the paint stamped plate from his battle-scarred armor. Each scrape of metal against metal felt like severing another tie to his life, to Kristen.

As they prepared to board the dropship, Venn pulled Wade aside. “I expect you to keep your commitment, Marine,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “The Rangers will be waiting for you when this is over.”

Wade nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. The promise of joining the Rangers, once his driving ambition, now felt hollow compared to the ache in his chest. How would Kristen handle the news of his “death”? What would their future look like, if they even had one?

As he stepped onto the dropship’s ramp, a memory surfaced – clear and vivid as the day it happened. The first time he saw Kristen, that voice in his head: “This is the woman you are going to marry.” At the time, it had seemed like a fleeting thought, a romantic notion. Now, it felt like a lifeline, a promise from the Lord Himself.

The Thunderhawk’s engines roared to life, drowning out the cacophony of the hangar. Wade took his seat, his anonymity preserved behind the darkened visor. Across from him, Mayumi sat equally silent, her own thoughts hidden behind her faceless helmet.

As the craft lifted off, Wade’s gaze was drawn to the planet below. Somewhere down there, Kristen was facing a world that believed him dead. The thought twisted in his gut like a knife.

“You okay in there, cargo?” Briggs’ gruff voice crackled over the comm.

Wade managed a weak chuckle. “Just peachy, Briggs.”

The dropship broke atmosphere, the blue sky fading to the star-speckled black of space. The ISC Yorktown loomed ahead, a behemoth of human engineering against the cosmic backdrop.

As they approached the carrier, Wade closed his eyes, focusing on that memory, that promise. “This is the woman you are going to marry.” He clung to those words, letting them fill him with a renewed sense of purpose and hope.

Whatever trials lay ahead, whatever battles he would face, Wade knew one thing with absolute certainty – he would find his way back to Kristen. Their story wasn’t over; it was just on pause.

The dropship touched down in the Yorktown’s hangar with a gentle thud. As the ramp lowered, Wade took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever came next. He might be officially dead to the world, but his heart beat stronger than ever, fueled by love, faith, and an unshakable promise.

“Let’s move, cargo,” Alex called out, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and sympathy.

The Brig

Alex immediately requested directions to the carrier’s brig, a compact detention facility designed for confining wayward marines and sailors. The ISC Yorktown’s brig was a far cry from the prison cells Wade had encountered planetside. Despite not being actual prisoners, Wade and Mayumi found themselves surrounded by reinforced doors and bare necessities—stark reminders of their delicate circumstances. Their fabricated “deaths” necessitated absolute secrecy, making the rarely frequented brig the ideal location for their security.

Briggs and Torres. took their roles as sentries with characteristic Ranger dedication. They stood guard in 4-hour shifts, their imposing Ranger armor deterring curious crew members who wandered too close.

“Nothing to see here, sailor,” Briggs would growl, his voice pitched low enough to send even the bravest scurrying away.

Inside the brig, Wade and Mayumi tried to maintain some semblance of normalcy. They exercised, prayed, read their Bibles, and spent hours in quiet conversation, carefully avoiding the topic that weighed heaviest on their minds – the loved ones they’d left behind.

Alex, ever resourceful, managed to smuggle in creature comforts – real coffee, fresh fruit, even a datapad loaded with books and games. “Can’t have our ‘top secret cargo’ going stir-crazy, can we?” he quipped, his eyes twinkling behind his visor.

The carrier’s captain, true to his orders, never questioned Briggs and Torres’ requests. Extra rations, specialized equipment, even a secure comm link to communicate with Captain Venn, all were provided without hesitation.

Days blurred into weeks. Wade found himself losing track of time, the constant hum of the carrier’s engines a monotonous backdrop to their isolation. He clung to his memories of Kristen, replaying their moments together like a lifeline to sanity.

Mayumi, ever observant, noticed Wade’s struggle. “We’ll see them again,” she said softly one night, her voice barely audible over the ship’s ambient noise. “This isn’t the end, Wade. It’s just a detour. You know God has a plan and this is all going to work out for His glory.”

Wade nodded, grateful for her unwavering faith. “I know,” he replied, managing a small smile. “We’ve got unfinished business and promises to keep.”

As their third week in space drew to a close, there was a discernible shift in the energy aboard the Yorktown. The massive carrier began deceleration maneuvers, and through the small viewport in their cell, Wade and Mayumi caught glimpses of another behemoth ship – the ISC Dominion.

Briggs entered their cell, his usual gruff demeanor softened slightly. “Time to move out,” he announced. “General Redside is waiting for you on the Dominion.”

As they prepared to transfer ships, Torres appeared, his Ranger armor gleaming under the harsh lights of the brig. “Looks like this is where we part ways, cargo,” he said, a hint of fondness in his voice.

Wade and Mayumi exchanged glances, suddenly realizing how much they’d come to rely on the two friends. “Thank you,” Wade said simply, knowing words couldn’t fully express their gratitude.

Briggs cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s been our honor, buddy,” he mumbled. “Now get out there and finish whatever secret squirrel mission you two have been assigned, and come back in one piece. Remember, the second battalion will be waiting for you when you do.” They exchanged clasped hands and chest bumps and resumed their prisoner escort theatrics. Wade and Mayumi closed their visors and prepared to disembark.

As they boarded the shuttle to the Dominion, Wade took one last look at the Yorktown through the viewport. For three weeks, it had been their floating fortress, a safe haven in a sea of uncertainty. Now, they were diving back into the unknown.

General Redside was waiting as they disembarked onto the Dominion, his weathered face a mask of determination. “Welcome aboard,” he said grimly. “We’ve got work to do.”

The Disappearing Act

General Redside’s command post was a stark contrast to the comfortable corridors of the ISC Dominion. Maps and tactical displays covered the walls, and the air hummed with the quiet efficiency of a high-level command center.

“Your contributions have been invaluable,” Redside began, his voice grave. “But it’s put an interstellar target on your backs. We need to make you disappear.”

Wade and Mayumi exchanged glances, tension evident in their postures.

“There’s a new colony,” Redside continued, “on the far side of the Delphi Quadrant. You’ll be assigned to the Marine detachment there. It’s so remote, the Skravaks will never find you. Think of it as a year or two of laying low.”

He slid two packets across his desk. “New identities, credentials, and battlefield commissions to 2nd Lieutenant. It’s well-deserved, but it’ll also throw off any Skravak or AI intel gathering.”

Wade’s hand trembled slightly as he reached for the packet. Inside, a stranger’s name stared back at him. A new life, forced upon him by circumstance and duty.

“Dismissed,” Redside said softly, a hint of sympathy in his eyes. “You ship out at 09 hundred tomorrow.”

In the privacy of his temporary quarters, Wade stared at his new identity. Lieutenant James Smith, born on a distant colony, distinguished service record carefully fabricated. It felt wrong, like a betrayal of everything he’d fought for.

His thoughts turned to Kristen, to his friend Jay, to the life he was leaving behind. The weight of it all pressed down on him, threatening to crush his spirit.

In desperation, Wade fell to his knees. “Father,” he whispered, his voice cracking, “I don’t understand. What am I supposed to do? How can this be Your plan?”

Silence answered him, broken only by the faint hum of the ship’s engines.

With a heavy sigh, Wade reached for his worn Bible. It fell open to where he’d last left off – Nehemiah, chapter one. His eyes were drawn to the final verse:

“O Lord, I beseech You, may Your ear be attentive to the prayer of Your servant and the prayer of Your servants who delight to revere Your name, and make Your servant successful today and grant him compassion before this man. Now I was the cupbearer to the king.”

Wade read the words again, then a third time. Something stirred in his heart – a flicker of hope, an ember of inspiration.

Nehemiah had been a cupbearer, close to the king but not in a position of power. Yet he had found a way to convince the king to follow what he thought was God’s plan for his life and the lives of his people.

Wade’s mind raced. Maybe there was another way. Maybe he didn’t have to disappear to the far reaches of the galaxy. Maybe, like Nehemiah, he could find a way to be with his people and carry on with his purpose.

He glanced at the clock – 02 hundred. Seven hours until departure. Seven hours to change the course of his future.

With newfound determination, Wade stood. He would talk to General Redside in the morning. He didn’t know if it would work, if Redside would listen, but he had to try.

As he prepared for the conversation ahead, Wade felt a sense of peace wash over him. Whatever happened, he knew he wasn’t alone. He had his faith, his training, and the memory of Kristen to guide him. He climbed into his bunk.

“Always,” he whispered to the empty room, a promise to himself and to those he loved. Come what may, he would find a way back to them. He finally drifted off to sleep.

Promises and Possibilities

His datapad alarm woke Wade with a start. He got out of his bunk and got ready for what he felt was the meeting of his life. The corridors of the ISC Dominion buzzed with activity as he, now officially 2nd Lieutenant James Smith, made his way to General Redside’s makeshift 1st Division Headquarters. His heart raced, fueled by a mixture of determination and anxiety.

As he rounded the corner, he nearly collided with a towering figure – the Division’s Sergeant Major, a man whose very presence commanded respect.

“Watch where you’re going, Lieutenant! And…why are you in full kit with your visor down, LT? You know something we don’t know?” the Sergeant Major growled, his eyes narrowing as he stared at his own reflection in Wade’s visor.

Wade straightened, fighting the urge to give some smart aleck answer because he technically out ranked the Sergeant Major and he was in no mood to be lectured, but that would be a huge mistake. “My apologies, Sergeant Major. My…my visor…well that’s classified. I’m here to see General Redside.”

The Sergeant Major’s expression hardened. “Classified, huh? Well your General is in a classified briefing. He’s not to be disturbed.”

Wade felt his resolve waver for a moment, but the memory of Nehemiah’s courage steeled him. “I understand, Sergeant Major. I’ll wait.”

Hours ticked by as Wade stood outside the briefing room, his posture rigid, his mind racing through potential arguments. Crew members passed by, casting curious glances at the young officer who seemed to have taken up residence in the corridor and was awkwardly “overdressed.”

Finally, the briefing room door slid open. General Redside emerged, deep in conversation with a group of senior officers. The Sergeant Major immediately stepped forward, placing himself between Wade and the General.

“Sir, this Lieutenant has been waiting to speak with you, but I’ve informed him you’re not to be disturbed,” the Sergeant Major reported, his tone making it clear he expected Wade to be dismissed.

Wade held his breath, watching Redside’s eyes. For a moment, he feared the General wouldn’t recognize him, that his new identity had already erased who he truly was.

But then Redside nodded, a flicker of curiosity crossing his weathered features. “It’s alright, Sergeant Major. I’ll speak with the Lieutenant.”

The Sergeant Major’s surprise was evident, but he stepped aside without further comment.

Redside gestured for Wade to follow him back into the briefing room. As the hatch closed behind them, shutting out the busy corridor, Wade felt the weight of the moment settle on his shoulders and took off his helmet.

“Well, Lieutenant Smith,” Redside said, emphasizing the unfamiliar name, “what’s so urgent that you’d spend hours waiting outside my door?”

Wade took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders. “Sir, I’ve been thinking about the assignment you gave me and Corporal… I mean, Lieutenant Hawkins.”

Redside’s eyebrow raised slightly. “Having second thoughts about your new identity already?”

“No, sir,” Wade replied quickly. “Well, yes, but that’s not… Sir, I believe I can be of more use to the war effort than being stuck on some rock babysitting a distant colony.”

The General’s expression remained neutral, but Wade sensed a shift in his posture – he was listening.

Encouraged, Wade pressed on. “Last night, I was thinking about why I joined the Marine Corps and my contributions to our war against the Skravaks…

Redside leaned back, his eyes never leaving Wade’s face. “Go on, Lieutenant.”

Wade felt a surge of hope. The General hadn’t dismissed him outright. He had a chance.

Drawing a deep breath, Wade stood taller. The memory of Kristen, of his promise – “Always” – gave him strength. Whatever came next, he knew he was fighting for something greater than himself.

“Sir,” he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his heart, “I’d like to propose a different path – one that keeps me in the fight, on my original plan, while still maintaining the secrecy we need…”

Another Way

Wade took a deep breath, drawing on every ounce of courage he possessed. “Sir, do you remember what you told me in the hospital? You said, ‘If there’s ever anything I can do for you, come and see me.’ Well, I’m here now, and I want to take you up on that offer.”

General Redside’s eyes squinted, a mix of surprise and intrigue crossing his face. “So you’re cashing in all your chips…I remember… continue, Lieutenant.”

“Sir, instead of sending me to a distant colony, what if you kept me as a corporal and sent me to Ranger School instead?” Wade’s words tumbled out, fueled by passion and conviction. “There’s limited contact with the outside world, and no one would suspect I’m hidden away in Earth’s mountains or swamps. I could still serve, still make a difference, without compromising my security. Sir…that’s what I signed up to be…a Deep Space Ranger.”

For a long moment, Redside said nothing. His eyes bored into Wade’s, as if searching for something deep within the young Marine’s soul. When he finally spoke, his voice was a mixture of irritation and admiration.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble we’ve gone to, changing your identities, creating new backgrounds, arranging for your protection on that colony?” Redside’s tone was stern, but Wade detected a hint of something else – respect, perhaps?

“I understand, sir,” Wade replied, his voice steady despite his racing heart. “And I’m grateful for everything you and the Corps has done for me. But I believe this could work. It keeps me safe, keeps me useful, and…” he hesitated for a moment, then pressed on, “…it keeps me closer to New Quantico, sir.”

Redside’s expression softened almost imperceptibly. He stood, walking to the viewport that overlooked the vastness of space. For what felt like an eternity, he said nothing, simply staring out at the stars.

Finally, he turned back to Wade. “You know, Smith, when I first met you in that dropship before our recon, missing a hand, running a smokin’ fever. I saw something in you. I saw grit, a drive and determination that set you apart.” He chuckled softly. “I should have known you wouldn’t settle for being shipped off to some backwater planet.”

Hope surged in Wade’s chest. “Does that mean…?”

Redside held up a hand, silencing him. “It means I’m considering it. But let me ask you this – with all you’ve been through…are you sure about this? Ranger School, I mean…haven’t you more than proved yourself? I can make this happen but I got to know you’re sure.

Wade nodded solemnly. “I’m sure, sir. It’s where I belong. It’s my calling.”

The General scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Well, then. I suppose that settles it.” A sly grin spread across his face. “But will you at least let me demote you to sergeant?”

For a moment, Wade was stunned. Then, a laugh bubbled up from deep within him, releasing weeks of tension and fear. “You’ve got yourself a deal, General.”

Redside stepped forward, extending his hand. As Wade shook it, the General shook his head in amazement. “Sergeant Smith, you are going to make one heck of a Ranger!”

As the laughter subsided, a comfortable silence fell between them. Wade felt a weight lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of purpose and direction.

“Thank you, sir,” he said with all the sincerity he could muster. “For listening, for understanding.”

Redside nodded, his expression turning serious once more. “Don’t thank me yet, Sergeant. We’ve still got some details to work out, and you’ve got one long tough journey ahead of you.”

Wade straightened, feeling more like himself than he had in weeks. “I won’t let you down, sir.”

Wade donned his helmet as he exited the briefing room, passing the sneering Sergeant Major. Silently, he thanked God for the courage and words granted during his “Nehemiah-like” discussion with the general. He felt his Lord’s presence every step of the way.

“Always,” he whispered, renewing his promise to all he held dear. Whatever trials lay ahead, he would face them head-on, armed with the strength of his convictions and the power of his faith. The path forward was clear now, and “Sergeant James Smith” stood ready to take his first step towards becoming a Ranger and reuniting with Kristen. 

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Kingdom Kernel #4 – The Good Shepherd’s Example

Jeremiah 23:1-8 – Shepherds of the Flock: Divine Leadership from Jeremiah’s Prophecy to Christ’s Perfect Model

The concept of “shepherds” in Jeremiah 23:1-8 serves as both a warning and an encouragement to disciple-makers, with Jesus Christ standing as the ultimate exemplar of shepherding leadership. This passage, set against the backdrop of Judah’s impending exile, presents a stark contrast between unfaithful leaders and the promise of a righteous shepherd-king.

 Etymology and Biblical Context

The Hebrew word for shepherd, derives from the root raw-aw’ (Strongs H7462), meaning to pasture, tend, or graze. This term encompasses not only the literal occupation of caring for sheep but also metaphorically represents leadership, particularly in a spiritual or governmental context.

In Jeremiah 23:1-8, God pronounces judgment on the “shepherds” who have failed in their duty to care for His people. These leaders, primarily referring to the kings and religious authorities of Judah, have “scattered the flock” through their negligence and self-serving actions.

 The Failure of Human Shepherds

The indictment against these shepherds is severe. They have:

1. Destroyed and scattered the sheep

2. Driven them away

3. Failed to attend to their needs

This failure of leadership resulted in the people’s spiritual and moral decay, ultimately leading to national calamity.

 Jesus: The Perfect Shepherd

In contrast to these failed leaders, Jesus Christ emerges as the perfect shepherd. He embodies the ideal qualities that God demands of His shepherds:

1. Goodness: Jesus is inherently good, reflecting the very character of God. (John 10:11)

2. Protection: He safeguards His flock, ensuring their eternal security.  (John 17:12)

3. Guidance: Jesus leads His followers in paths of righteousness. (John 10:3-4)

4. Nurture: He tenderly cares for the weak and vulnerable. (Matthew 11:28-30)

5. Sacrifice: Ultimately, Jesus lays down His life for His sheep. (John 10:11,15)

 The Promise of Restoration

Jeremiah’s prophecy doesn’t end with condemnation. God promises to:

1. Gather the remnant of His flock

2. Bring them back to their pasture

3. Raise up shepherds who will care for them properly

4. Establish a righteous Branch from David’s line

This messianic promise finds its fulfillment in Jesus Christ, the Good Shepherd who perfectly embodies God’s leadership.

 Implications for Disciple-Makers

For contemporary disciple-makers, this passage offers crucial lessons:

1. Warning: Leadership in God’s kingdom carries weighty responsibility. Neglect or self-interest can have devastating consequences on those under our care.

2. Encouragement: God Himself intervenes to restore and care for His people. Our efforts in discipleship are ultimately undergirded by His sovereign work.

3. Model: Jesus provides the perfect example of shepherding leadership. Disciple-makers should emulate His selfless care, protection, and guidance.

4. Hope: The promise of God’s restoration reminds us that our labor is not in vain. He is working to gather and nurture His flock, even in the face of human failure.

Jeremiah 23:1-8 presents a powerful contrast between human failure and divine faithfulness in spiritual leadership. It points us to Jesus Christ as the ultimate fulfillment of God’s promise to shepherd His people. For disciple-makers, this passage serves as both a sobering reminder of our responsibility and an encouraging assurance of God’s overarching care and provision for His flock.

Disciple-Maker’s Short Story

“The Gentle Shepherd’s Way”

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through Kathy’s cozy kitchen, mingling with the warm sunlight streaming through the windows. Sarah sat at the breakfast table, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug, her eyes fixed on Kathy with a mixture of affection and concern.

“Kathy,” Sarah began, her voice gentle but firm, “I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit… intense with Julie lately. I think it’s time we talked about the concept of shepherding like Jesus.”

Kathy’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean, Sarah? I’m just trying to help her grow in her faith.”

Sarah nodded, understanding in her eyes. “I know, and your heart is in the right place. But let’s explore this idea of ‘Shepherds of the Flock’ from Jeremiah’s prophecy to Christ’s perfect model. It might give us a new perspective.”

As Sarah began to explain, Kathy’s defensive posture slowly relaxed. She listened intently as Sarah painted a vivid picture of the failed shepherds in Jeremiah’s time, contrasting them with the promise of a righteous shepherd-king.

“You see,” Sarah continued, “Jesus exemplified what it truly means to be a good shepherd. He led with gentleness, protected His flock, and ultimately sacrificed Himself for them. That’s the model we’re called to follow in our discipleship.”

Kathy’s eyes widened with realization. “Oh,” she whispered, “I think I see what you mean. I’ve been pushing Julie so hard to pray more, but maybe I’ve been more of a taskmaster than a shepherd.”

Sarah reached across the table, squeezing Kathy’s hand. “It’s an easy trap to fall into. We all want to see growth, but we need to remember that true shepherding is about nurturing, not forcing.”

Just then, the doorbell chimed. Julie had arrived for their coffee date. As she entered the kitchen, Kathy felt a newfound sense of purpose and humility wash over her.

“Julie!” Kathy greeted her warmly. “We were just talking about prayer. How have you been doing with that lately?”

Julie’s shoulders slumped slightly. “To be honest, I’ve been struggling. I know I should pray more, but it feels like such a chore sometimes.”

Kathy caught Sarah’s eye, receiving an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, she reflected on the gentle shepherd she aspired to be.

“Julie, I want you to know that God loves you, regardless of how much you pray,” Kathy said softly. “Let’s think about prayer differently. Instead of a task to complete, what if we viewed it as a conversation with someone who cares deeply for us?”

Julie’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “That… that sounds nice. But how do I start?”

“Why don’t we pray together right now?” Kathy suggested. “Nothing formal, just a chat with our Heavenly Father.”

As the three women bowed their heads, Kathy led a simple, heartfelt prayer. She thanked God for His love, asked for His guidance, and expressed gratitude for their friendship. When they finished, Julie’s face shone with a newfound peace.

“That felt different,” Julie admitted. “Like I was actually connecting with God, not just reciting words.”

Sarah beamed at Kathy, pride evident in her eyes. Kathy felt a warmth in her chest, realizing that in learning to shepherd like Jesus, she was not only helping Julie but also growing closer to Christ herself.

As they continued their conversation over coffee, Kathy marveled at the transformation. By embracing the role of a gentle shepherd, she had opened the door to deeper, more meaningful discipleship. And in doing so, she felt her own heart aligning more closely with the ultimate Shepherd, Jesus Christ.

When Tradition Goes South – #103

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Welcome Back! Today, we’ll be looking at the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, and John to see what Jesus thinks about traditions that trump the commands of God. 

So let’s get started.

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Matthew 15:1–9, Mark 7:1–13, John 7:1

After this, Jesus traveled throughout Galilee. He did not want to travel in Judea, because the Jews there were trying to kill Him. Then some Pharisees and scribes came to Jesus from Jerusalem and gathered around Him and they saw some of His disciples eating with hands that were defiled—that is, unwashed. Now in holding to the tradition of the elders, the Pharisees and all the Jews do not eat until they wash their hands ceremonially. And on returning from the market, they do not eat unless they wash. And there are many other traditions for them to observe, including the washing of cups, pitchers, kettles, and couches for dining.

So the Pharisees and scribes questioned Jesus: “Why do Your disciples break the tradition of the elders and not walk according to them? They do not wash their hands before they eat. Instead, they eat with defiled hands.”

Jesus answered them, “Isaiah prophesied correctly about you hypocrites, as it is written: 

‘These people honor Me with their lips, but their hearts are far from Me. They worship Me in vain; they teach as doctrine the precepts of men.’ 

You have disregarded the commandment of God to keep the tradition of men. So why do you break the command of God for the sake of your tradition?” He went on to say, “You neatly set aside the command of God to maintain your own tradition. For God said through Moses, ‘Honor your father and mother’ and ‘Anyone who curses his father or mother must be put to death.’ But you say that if anyone says to his father or mother, ‘Whatever you would have received from me is Corban’ (that is, a gift devoted to God)’he is no longer permitted to do anything for his father or mother. Thus you nullify the word of God by the tradition you have handed down. And you do so in many such matters.” 

My Thoughts 

Think about how traditions can sometimes work against their original purpose like when men over engineer a mighty river. Just as a diverted river can leave its natural bed dry and lifeless, human-made traditions can sometimes drain the life from God’s commandments.

Consider the ancient practice of “Corban” mentioned in the Biblical passage. Here was a tradition that, on its surface, appeared to honor God through dedicated offerings. Yet in practice, it created a loophole that allowed people to circumvent their basic responsibility to care for their aging parents. It’s like building a dam that redirects a river’s life-giving water away from the communities that depend on it, all while claiming to “improve water management.”

This example reveals a crucial distinction: not all traditions serve their intended purpose. While some traditions carry forward vital values like rivers carrying water, others can become like stagnant pools that trap and distort the original flow of divine wisdom. The religious leaders of the time had created an intricate delta of rules and traditions that, rather than clearly expressing God’s commandments, effectively buried them under layers of human interpretation and nefarious motives.

The warning here is clear – when our traditions begin to contradict or supersede fundamental moral obligations, we’ve lost our way. It’s akin to a river that’s been so extensively engineered that it no longer serves its essential purpose of sustaining life along its banks. The religious leaders had become such skilled navigators of their traditional rules that they’d forgotten the destination – showing love and honor to both God and people.

Tradition isn’t meant to be a clever system of bypassing moral obligations, but rather a channel through which eternal truths can flow freely from one generation to the next. Just as a healthy river system needs regular clearing of obstacles and restoration of natural flows, our traditions need constant examination to ensure they’re not damming up the very values they’re meant to convey.

The solution isn’t to abandon tradition entirely – that would be like trying to live without rivers. Instead, we need to ensure our traditions remain true to their source, allowing divine love to flow freely through them rather than being diverted by human convenience. When traditions begin to obstruct rather than facilitate our ability to honor God and care for others, it’s time to clear the channel and let the original flow resume its course.

My Story

How long does it take for some good practice to become a tradition in danger of losing its purpose? Can it happen in 6 months? You bet your boots it can! Deb and I were introduced to a method of sharing the gospel that was not only effective, it went viral. People were using it around the world in multiple languages and it was intoxicatingly exciting. But something started to happen very quickly that tarnished our enthusiasm. Without people recognizing their actions, it became “THE” way to share. They started pitching the method as the “silver bullet.” There were even cases where people resented someone suggesting another way to share the gospel. Pride had crept in and had done its dirty damage to what started out so well. And yes, it only took 6 months.

The most striking aspect of this mistake is its relevance today. How often do we find ourselves upholding traditions that, while comfortable and familiar, might actually be preventing us from fulfilling our allegiance and obedience to God? Like those religious leaders of old, we might be excellent navigators of our traditional practices while missing the deeper current of compassion and obedience that should guide our actions.

Just as every river eventually seeks its true path, our traditions must ultimately serve, not subvert, the timeless commandments they were meant to preserve and transmit. Otherwise, we risk creating elaborate systems of practice that leave the heart of faith as dry as a riverbed that once flowed freely.

Our Action Plan

Now it’s time for application. Here’s some ideas;

  • Do a personal inventory of your “traditions.” Are they truly fulfilling the original intent? 
  • Do a Bible study on what Jesus and Paul said about tradition with those you are discipling.
  • As you look at Scripture, make a distinction between Principles and Methods. Principles should drive the method, never methods the principles.

Traditions, like rivers, should flow with life-giving purpose, not dam up our obedience to God’s commands. Let’s ensure our practices channel divine love freely, rather than diverting it for human convenience.

Cuando la tradición se desmorona – 103

¡Bienvenidos nuevamente! Hoy, analizaremos los Evangelios de Mateo, Marcos y Juan para ver qué piensa Jesús sobre las tradiciones que prevalecen sobre los mandamientos de Dios.

Comencemos.

Mateo 15:1-9, Marcos 7:1-13, Juan 7:1

Después de esto, Jesús viajó por toda Galilea. No quería viajar por Judea, porque los judíos de allí estaban tratando de matarlo. Entonces algunos fariseos y escribas vinieron a Jesús desde Jerusalén y se reunieron alrededor de Él. Y vieron a algunos de Sus discípulos comiendo con manos impuras, es decir, sin lavar. Ahora bien, según la tradición de los ancianos, los fariseos y todos los judíos no comen sin lavarse las manos ceremonialmente. Y al regresar del mercado, no comen sin lavarse. Y hay muchas otras tradiciones que ellos deben observar, incluyendo el lavamiento de vasos, jarras, teteras y lechos para comer.

Entonces los fariseos y escribas preguntaron a Jesús: “¿Por qué Tus discípulos quebrantan la tradición de los ancianos y no andan conforme a ellos? No se lavan las manos antes de comer. En cambio, comen con manos impuras”.

Jesús les respondió: «Hipócritas, bien profetizó Isaías de vosotros, como está escrito:

“Este pueblo me honra con los labios, pero su corazón está lejos de mí. Me rinden culto en vano; enseñan como doctrina preceptos de hombres”.

Habéis dejado de lado el mandamiento de Dios de guardar la tradición de los hombres. ¿Por qué, pues, quebrantáis el mandamiento de Dios por vuestra tradición?»

Habéis dejado de lado el mandamiento de Dios para guardar vuestra propia tradición. Pues Dios dijo por medio de Moisés: “Honra a tu padre y a tu madre”, y: “El que maldiga a su padre o a su madre será condenado a muerte”. Pero vosotros decís que si alguien dice a su padre o a su madre: “Todo lo que quisieras recibir de mí es Corbán (es decir, un regalo consagrado a Dios), ya no le está permitido hacer nada por su padre o por su madre. De este modo, anuláis la palabra de Dios con la tradición que habéis transmitido. Y lo mismo hacéis en muchas cosas como éstas».

Mis Pensamientos

Pensemos en cómo las tradiciones a veces pueden ir en contra de su propósito original, como cuando los hombres sobredimensionan un río caudaloso. Así como un río desviado puede dejar su lecho natural seco y sin vida, las tradiciones creadas por el hombre a veces pueden quitarle vida a los mandamientos de Dios.

Pensemos en la antigua práctica del “Corbán” mencionada en el pasaje bíblico. Se trataba de una tradición que, en la superficie, parecía honrar a Dios mediante ofrendas dedicadas, pero en la práctica creaba un vacío legal que permitía a las personas eludir su responsabilidad básica de cuidar a sus padres ancianos. Es como construir una presa que redirige el agua vivificante de un río lejos de las comunidades que dependen de ella, todo mientras se afirma que “mejora la gestión del agua”.

Este ejemplo revela una distinción crucial: no todas las tradiciones cumplen su propósito original. Mientras que algunas tradiciones transmiten valores vitales como los ríos que transportan agua, otras pueden convertirse en estanques estancados que atrapan y distorsionan el flujo original de la sabiduría divina. Los líderes religiosos de la época habían creado un intrincado delta de reglas y tradiciones que, en lugar de expresar claramente los mandamientos de Dios, los enterraban bajo capas de interpretación humana y motivos nefastos.

La advertencia aquí es clara: cuando nuestras tradiciones comienzan a contradecir o reemplazar obligaciones morales fundamentales, hemos perdido el rumbo. Es como un río que ha sido diseñado de manera tan exhaustiva que ya no cumple su propósito esencial de sustentar la vida a lo largo de sus orillas. Los líderes religiosos se habían convertido en navegantes tan hábiles de sus reglas tradicionales que habían olvidado el destino: mostrar amor y honor tanto a Dios como a las personas.

La tradición no tiene por objeto ser un sistema inteligente para eludir las obligaciones morales, sino más bien un canal a través del cual las verdades eternas pueden fluir libremente de una generación a la siguiente. Así como un sistema fluvial saludable necesita la limpieza regular de obstáculos y la restauración de los flujos naturales, nuestras tradiciones necesitan un examen constante para asegurar que no estén obstaculizando los mismos valores que se supone que deben transmitir.

La solución no es abandonar por completo la tradición, pues eso sería como intentar vivir sin ríos. En cambio, debemos asegurarnos de que nuestras tradiciones permanezcan fieles a su fuente, permitiendo que el amor divino fluya libremente a través de ellas en lugar de desviarse por conveniencia humana. Cuando las tradiciones comienzan a obstruir en lugar de facilitar nuestra capacidad de honrar a Dios y cuidar de los demás, es hora de despejar el canal y dejar que el flujo original reanude su curso.

Mi Historia

¿Cuánto tiempo se necesita para que una buena práctica se convierta en una tradición que corre el riesgo de perder su propósito? ¿Puede suceder en seis meses? ¡Puede apostar a que sí! Deb y yo conocimos un método para compartir el evangelio que no solo era eficaz, sino que se volvió viral. La gente lo usaba en todo el mundo en varios idiomas y era embriagadoramente emocionante. Pero algo comenzó a suceder muy rápidamente que empañó nuestro entusiasmo. Sin que la gente reconociera sus acciones, se convirtió en “LA” manera de compartir. Comenzaron a promocionar el método como la “bala de plata”. Incluso hubo casos en los que la gente se resintió cuando alguien sugirió otra manera de compartir el evangelio. El orgullo se había infiltrado y había hecho su sucio daño a lo que comenzó tan bien. Y sí, solo tomó seis meses.

El aspecto más llamativo de este error es su relevancia hoy. ¿Con qué frecuencia nos encontramos defendiendo tradiciones que, aunque cómodas y familiares, en realidad podrían estar impidiéndonos cumplir con nuestra lealtad y obediencia a Dios? Al igual que aquellos líderes religiosos de la antigüedad, podemos ser excelentes navegantes de nuestras prácticas tradicionales, pero perder de vista la corriente más profunda de compasión y obediencia que debería guiar nuestras acciones.

Así como todo río finalmente busca su verdadero camino, nuestras tradiciones deben, en última instancia, servir, y no subvertir, los mandamientos eternos que se suponía que debían preservar y transmitir. De lo contrario, corremos el riesgo de crear sistemas elaborados de práctica que dejan el corazón de la fe tan seco como el lecho de un río que alguna vez fluyó libremente.

Nuestro Plan de Acción

Ahora es el momento de ponerlas en práctica. Aquí tienes algunas ideas:

Haz un inventario personal de tus “tradiciones”. ¿Están cumpliendo verdaderamente la intención original?

Haz un estudio bíblico sobre lo que dijeron Jesús y Pablo acerca de la tradición con aquellos a quienes estás discipulando.

Al examinar las Escrituras, haz una distinción entre principios y métodos. Los principios deben impulsar el método, nunca los métodos los principios.

Las tradiciones, como los ríos, deben fluir con un propósito vivificante, no obstaculizar nuestra obediencia a los mandamientos de Dios. Asegurémonos de que nuestras prácticas canalicen libremente el amor divino, en lugar de desviarlo para la conveniencia humana.

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Kingdom Kernel #3 – “There Is None Like You”

Jeremiah 10:6-7 – “There Is None Like You”: Divine Uniqueness and the Eternal Kingdom of Christ

The biblical concept “There is none like You” as expressed in Jeremiah 10:6-7 encapsulates a profound theological truth about God’s unparalleled nature and sovereign rule. This phrase, rooted in the Hebrew “‘în kᵊmô” (Strongs H369 and H3644) literally translates to “there is not like you,” emphasizing God’s absolute uniqueness.

 Linguistic and Theological Significance

The Hebrew construction uses the negative particle “‘în” combined with the preposition “ka” (like) and the second-person masculine singular pronoun “mocha” (you). This grammatical structure intensifies the concept of God’s incomparability. The repetition of this idea throughout Scripture underscores its centrality to biblical theology.

In the context of Jeremiah 10:6-7, this phrase is juxtaposed with God’s greatness and might, as well as His rightful position as “King of the nations.” This juxtaposition reveals that God’s uniqueness extends beyond mere attributes to His very essence and authority.

 Christological Fulfillment

Jesus Christ, as the incarnate Word, perfectly embodies this concept of divine uniqueness. In Him, we see the fullness of God’s incomparable nature made visible (Colossians 1:15). Jesus’ teachings about the Kingdom of God directly connect to this idea of God’s unique sovereignty.

Christ’s miracles, teachings, and ultimately His resurrection demonstrate that there is indeed none like Him. He is the perfect representation of the Father’s unparalleled nature (Hebrews 1:3). Jesus’ claim to have “all authority in heaven and on earth” (Matthew 28:18) echoes the Jeremiah passage’s assertion of God’s kingship over all nations.

 Implications for the Kingdom of God

The concept of God’s uniqueness is foundational to understanding the Kingdom of God. Jesus, as the Messiah-King, inaugurates a kingdom that reflects the incomparable nature of God Himself. This kingdom operates on principles that are radically different from earthly empires, characterized by truth, compassion, and forgiveness.

The phrase “There is none like You” implies that God’s kingdom is likewise unique. It is not limited by geographical boundaries or temporal constraints. Instead, it is an eternal reign that encompasses “every square inch” of creation, Abraham Kuyper as famously stated.

 Transformative Power for Believers

Recognizing that there is none like our God transforms how believers view themselves and their place in the world. It instills a sense of awe and worship, as we contemplate a Being so far beyond our comprehension yet intimately involved in our lives.

This concept also challenges believers to reflect God’s unique character in their own lives. As subjects of this incomparable King, Christians are called to live in ways that demonstrate the distinctive nature of God’s rule. This involves embodying the compassion, justice, and love that characterize God’s kingdom.

The biblical assertion that “There is none like You” serves as a cornerstone for understanding God’s nature, Christ’s role, and the believer’s place in the Kingdom. It reminds us that we serve a God who is utterly unique, whose ways are higher than our ways, and whose kingdom transcends all earthly powers. As we grasp this truth, we are inspired to live lives that reflect the incomparable nature of our King, Jesus Christ.

Disciple-Maker’s Short Story

“A Taste of Truth”

The soft glow of candlelight danced across the faces of Will and Janet as they sat at their favorite corner table in Bangkok Spice. The aroma of lemongrass and ginger wafted through the air, mingling with the quiet murmur of conversation around them. At 65, their love had only deepened, like a fine wine aging to perfection.

Janet’s eyes twinkled as she leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “You won’t believe what happened during my Bible study this week, Will.”

Will raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? Do tell, my dear.”

“Well, we were discussing the uniqueness of Christ, and Sarah – you know, the new girl – she piped up and said, ‘But don’t we all serve the same god, just with different names?'” Janet’s brow furrowed. “I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. How would you have handled that, Will?”

Will’s eyes softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He reached across the table, taking Janet’s hand in his. “Ah, the age-old question of universalism. It’s a tricky one, isn’t it?”

Just then, their server approached – a young man with kind eyes and a name tag that read ‘Hasan.’ As he set down their steaming plates of Pad Thai, Will felt a nudge from the Holy Spirit.

“Hasan,” Will began, his voice warm and inviting, “if you don’t mind me asking, what faith do you follow?”

Hasan’s eyes lit up. “I am Muslim, sir. But please, do not worry – we all have one god, we just call him different names, yes?”

Will nodded thoughtfully, seeing Janet lean in with interest. “That’s a common belief, Hasan. But you know, I’ve found something truly unique in Jesus Christ.”

Hasan tilted his head, curiosity piqued. “How so?”

Will’s eyes sparkled with passion as he spoke. “You see, Hasan, the Bible tells us in Jeremiah 10:6-7 that there is none like our God. He’s not just another name for a universal deity – He’s utterly unique in His nature and His actions.”

Janet watched in awe as Will continued, his words flowing with gentle conviction.

“Jesus claimed to be God in the flesh, Hasan. He performed miracles, taught with unparalleled authority, and ultimately rose from the dead. These aren’t just stories – they’re historical events that set Him apart from any other religious figure.”

Hasan’s brow furrowed, but he listened intently.

Will leaned in, his voice softening. “But what truly makes Jesus unique is His love, Hasan. And He didn’t just teach about God’s love – He demonstrated it by sacrificing Himself for us. He offers forgiveness and a personal relationship with God that no other faith can match. Which gives Him the right to say; “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father but through Me.”

Janet’s eyes welled with tears as she witnessed her husband’s gentle yet powerful testimony.

Hasan stood silent for a moment, clearly processing Will’s words. “I… I have never thought of it that way before,” he admitted. “You have given me much to consider, sir.”

As Hasan excused himself, Janet squeezed Will’s hand. “That was beautiful, darling. You’ve shown me exactly how to address this issue – with love, respect, and unwavering truth.”

Will smiled, a hint of moisture in his own eyes. “It’s all Him, Janet. Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. There truly is none like Him.”

As they savored their meal, both Will and Janet felt a renewed sense of purpose. Their date night had become more than just a romantic evening – it was a reminder of their calling to share the incomparable love of Christ with a world hungry for truth.

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of candlelight and the lingering aroma of Thai spices, they silently recommitted themselves to being living testimonies of the unique and transformative power of Jesus Christ.

Kingdom Kernel #2 – The Unstoppable Force

1 But there will be no more gloom for her who was in anguish; in earlier times He treated the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali with contempt, but later on He shall make it glorious, by the way of the sea, on the other side of Jordan, Galilee of the Gentiles. 2 The people who walk in darkness will see a great light; those who live in a dark land, the light will shine on them. 3 You shall multiply the nation, you shall increase their gladness; they will be glad in Your presence as with the gladness of harvest, as men rejoice when they divide the spoil.

4 For You shall break the yoke of their burden and the staff on their shoulders, the rod of their oppressor, as at the battle of Midian. 5 For every boot of the booted warrior in the battle tumult, and cloak rolled in blood, will be for burning, fuel for the fire. 6 For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; and the government will rest on His shoulders; and His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.

7 There will be no end to the increase of His government or of peace, on the throne of David and over his kingdom, to establish it and to uphold it with justice and righteousness from then on and forevermore. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will accomplish this. (Isaiah 9:1-7)

Isaiah 9:1-7  – The Unstoppable Force of Divine Passion: God’s Zeal and the Kingdom

In the tapestry of biblical prophecy, Isaiah 9:1-7 stands out as a beacon of hope, illuminating the path from darkness to light. At the heart of this passage lies a powerful declaration: “The zeal of the LORD of hosts will accomplish this.” This statement encapsulates the driving force behind God’s plan for His kingdom and His people.

 Understanding Divine Zeal

The Hebrew word for zeal used here is “קִנְאָה – qinʾā,” which carries connotations of ardor, jealousy, and passionate intensity . This zeal is not a mere emotion but an active, consuming force that propels God’s redemptive plan forward. It’s the fire that fuels His commitment to establish His kingdom on earth.

 The Context of Isaiah’s Prophecy

Isaiah speaks to a people walking in darkness, burdened by oppression and gloom. Yet, in this bleak landscape, he proclaims a startling reversal:

– A great light will dawn

– Joy will multiply

– Burdens will be broken

At the center of this transformation is a child whose very names echo with divine authority: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace .

 The Significance of God’s Zeal for His Kingdom

God’s zeal is the guarantee that His kingdom will be established. It’s not just a feeling or wish, but a divine promise backed by the full weight of God’s character and power. This zeal assures us of several key aspects of God’s kingdom:

1. Unstoppable Growth: There will be no end to the increase of His government or peace.

2. Eternal Reign: The Messiah will rule on David’s throne forever.

3. Justice and Righteousness: His kingdom will be upheld with justice and righteousness.

 The Zeal of the Lord in Action

God’s zeal is not a passive attribute but an active force in history and in our lives:

– It drove the incarnation, bringing the promised Messiah into the world.

– It fuels the expansion of God’s kingdom, even in the face of opposition.

– It ensures the fulfillment of every divine promise.

 The Personal Impact of God’s Zeal

For believers, God’s zeal offers profound assurance:

– It guarantees God’s intense love and unstoppable devotion to His people.

– It promises His relentless commitment to accomplish His purpose in our lives.

– It secures our future and salvation in Him.

 Conclusion: The Zeal That Changes Everything

The zeal of the LORD of hosts is not just a historical footnote. It’s an ongoing reality, continuing to work in our world and in our lives. It’s the assurance that God’s promises are not empty words, but certainties backed by divine passion.

As we contemplate the kingdom of God, we can take heart. The same zeal that promised a Savior and brought Him into the world is still at work today. It’s transforming lives, renewing hearts, and moving inexorably toward the day when every knee will bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.

The zeal of the LORD of hosts will accomplish this. It’s not just a possibility—it’s a divine certainty.

Disciple-Maker’s Short Story

The Warehouse Disciples

The rhythmic hum of conveyor belts and the occasional beep of barcode scanners filled the cavernous warehouse. Amidst the organized chaos of cardboard boxes and forklifts, two figures stood apart, their conversation a stark contrast to the mechanical symphony around them.

Ed, a middle-aged warehouse supervisor with a lean, athletic build and eyes that reflected years of thoughtful experience, leaned against a stack of pallets. Beside him stood Carter, a younger man with eager eyes and a restless energy that seemed barely contained by his work uniform.

“You see, Carter,” Ed began, his voice low but intense, “when Isaiah said ‘The zeal of the LORD of hosts will accomplish this,’ he wasn’t just throwing words around. He was revealing the very engine of God’s kingdom.”

Carter’s brow furrowed. “Zeal? Sounds like a fancy word for motivation.”

Ed chuckled, a warm sound that seemed to soften the harsh fluorescent lighting. “It’s so much more than that, my friend. It’s a divine passion, an unstoppable force. Imagine the most determined person you’ve ever met, then multiply that by infinity. That’s God’s zeal.”

As Ed spoke, his eyes lit up with an inner fire that made Carter lean in closer. “God’s zeal isn’t just about feeling strongly. It’s His guarantee that what He promises, He’ll do. No matter what.”

Carter nodded slowly, his mind grappling with the concept. “So when God says He’ll establish His kingdom…”

“It’s as good as done,” Ed finished. “You can take that to the bank.”

Just then, a coworker named Don walked by, his curiosity piqued by the intensity of their conversation. “What’s this about banks?” he asked, pausing mid-stride.

Ed turned to Don, his face alight with the opportunity. “We’re talking about the most secure investment in the universe, Don. God’s promises.”

Don’s skepticism was evident in his raised eyebrow. “Right. Because those always pan out.”

Instead of being deterred, Ed’s enthusiasm seemed to grow. “Let me ask you this, Don. Have you ever had someone promise you something and then follow through, no matter what?”

Don’s face softened slightly. “Yeah, my grandma. She said she’d be at my graduation, even though she was sick. Made it happen, wheelchair and all.”

Ed nodded encouragingly. “That’s beautiful, Don. Now imagine that kind of determination, but perfect and infinite. That’s God’s zeal. It’s the force behind every promise He makes.”

As Ed spoke, Carter found himself nodding along, the concept crystallizing in his mind. He saw an opening and jumped in. “It’s like… it’s not just that God wants good things for us. He’s actively, passionately working to make them happen.”

Don looked thoughtful, his initial skepticism giving way to curiosity. “Sounds nice, but how do you know it’s real?”

Ed’s response was immediate and heartfelt. “Because I’ve seen it in my own life, Don. When I was at my lowest, feeling like everything was falling apart, I clung to God’s promises. And let me tell you, He came through in ways I couldn’t have imagined.”

As Ed shared his testimony, his words seemed to resonate not just with Don, but with several other coworkers who had drifted over, drawn by the passionate discussion.

Carter, watching this unfold, felt something stir within him. He saw in Ed not just a mentor, but a living example of the very zeal they were discussing. Ed’s passion for God’s kingdom was contagious, and Carter found himself wanting to embody that same unstoppable force.

As their break came to an end and the group dispersed, Carter turned to Ed. “I want to be like that,” he said quietly. “To have that kind of passion, that certainty in God’s promises.”

Ed placed a hand on Carter’s shoulder, his eyes twinkling. “That’s the beauty of it, Carter. God’s zeal isn’t just about Him accomplishing His will. It’s about transforming us in the process. As we align ourselves with His kingdom, that same unstoppable force begins to work through us.”

As they returned to their stations, Carter felt a new sense of purpose. He realized that becoming like Jesus wasn’t about striving harder, but about tapping into the divine zeal that Ed had described. It was about allowing God’s unstoppable passion to flow through him, changing him from the inside out.

The warehouse resumed its rhythmic pace, but for Carter, everything had changed. In the midst of cardboard boxes and inventory lists, he had glimpsed the unstoppable force of divine passion, and he knew he would never be the same.

Index for Kingdom Kernels

Is Jesus Enough? – #101

ENGLISH / ESPAÑOL

Welcome Back! Today, we’ll be looking at the Gospel of John to see how we are to focus on Jesus and Him alone to meet our needs.  

So let’s get started.

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John 6:30–41

So they asked Him, “What sign then will You perform, so that we may see it and believe You? What will You do? Our fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, as it is written: ‘He gave them bread from heaven to eat.’” Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I tell you, it was not Moses who gave you the bread from heaven, but it is My Father who gives you the true bread from heaven. For the bread of God is He who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.”

“Sir,” they said, “give us this bread at all times.” Jesus answered, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to Me will never hunger, and whoever believes in Me will never thirst. But as I stated, you have seen Me and still you do not believe. Everyone the Father gives Me will come to Me, and the one who comes to Me I will never drive away. For I have come down from heaven, not to do My own will, but to do the will of Him who sent Me. And this is the will of Him who sent Me, that I shall lose none of those He has given Me, but raise them up at the last day. For it is My Father’s will that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in Him shall have eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.” At this, the Jews began to grumble about Jesus because He had said, “I am the bread that came down from heaven.” 

My Thoughts 

They were looking for something else. As Jesus had said in John 6:26, “you seek Me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate of the loaves and were filled.” They were looking for bread, for miracles and signs, for something else…besides Jesus. This situation is not unique to this particular place, people, or season. Since the fall of Adam and Eve, we have struggled with wanting something else, anything but a vital, transformative, benevolent relationship with our King and our God.  This is the effect sin has had on every human being since the fall.

But Jesus shares some really good news that, if we’re not careful, we’ll completely miss. He says; 

“Everyone the Father gives Me will come to Me, and the one who comes to Me I will never drive away.” (John 6:37)

Although the lower nature resists God at every level, He gives us the grace to break the bonds of rebellion and receive the “Bread of Life.” Yes, this is truly good news! God’s grace is strong enough to break even what comes natural to us in our resistance toward Him and make Himself irresistible. The blinders are removed and Jesus becomes the focus of our desires. Jesus is enough!

As disciple-makers we need to let two concepts sink deep into our hearts. First, we are chosen by God and given to His Son, Jesus Christ. It is a part of our identity and it should have serious leverage in our thinking and our actions. And secondly, our value comes from Him not the ministry we do. Yes, God is pleased with our right choices, efforts, and sacrifices but our worth and identity cannot be wrapped up in either our results or lack there of. Jesus is enough in times of fruitfulness and drought. 

My Story

I once was asked by a guy I was discipling, “Isn’t Jesus enough?” Now let me put his statement into context. He was struggling with following Jesus at the most elementary levels. And I have to admit, I was pretty disappointed in his lackluster efforts to even make his statement sound authentic. But even a broken clock is right twice a day. The statement wasn’t addressing his problem, it was addressing mine. He was the only guy I was mentoring. I was in full time ministry and this was the only guy God had given me, my only little one eyed, three legged lamb. And I was miserable. I had expectations. Now that I had been to Bible college, seminary, and was a professional clergy person, people would flock to my influence, right? Nope. My ministry was a spiritual drought zone.

But God was doing a different work in my life. A lesson that was just as important as all those theological and Bible courses I had sat through in school. And that lesson came through the most unlikely person. I was looking to my ministry for identity and worth. I have to admit that his question haunted me for years. But God is patient and will keep working in our hearts and shaping our character until we get it. Finally, I can truly say, Jesus is indeed enough.

Our Action Plan

Now it’s time for application. Here’s some ideas;

  • Do a study looking at characters in the Scriptures that went through dry times and what rescued them.
  • Do a heart inventory. How did you feel the last time very few people (or no people) came to your event? Was God still pleased with your efforts to obey Him?
  • Talk to those you are mentoring about the dangers of getting self worth from ministry results.

Jesus is indeed enough, as He provides all we need for spiritual nourishment and eternal life. This profound truth should shape our identity, worth, and ministry, reminding us that our value comes from Christ alone, not our accomplishments or the fruits of our labor.

¿Es Jesús suficiente? – 101

¡Bienvenidos nuevamente! Hoy, analizaremos el Evangelio de Juan para ver cómo debemos centrarnos en Jesús y solo en Él para satisfacer nuestras necesidades.

Comencemos.

Juan 6:30-41

Entonces le preguntaron: «¿Qué señal, pues, harás, para que la veamos y te creamos? ¿Qué harás? Nuestros padres comieron el maná en el desierto, como está escrito: «Les dio a comer pan del cielo». Jesús les respondió: «De cierto, de cierto os digo: No fue Moisés quien os dio el pan del cielo, sino mi Padre quien os da el verdadero pan del cielo. Porque el pan de Dios es aquel que descendió del cielo y da vida al mundo».

«Señor», le dijeron, «danos siempre de ese pan». Jesús les respondió: «Yo soy el pan de vida. El que a mí viene, nunca tendrá hambre; y el que cree en mí, nunca tendrá sed. Pero, como os dije, me habéis visto, y no creéis. Todo el que el Padre me da, vendrá a mí; y al que a mí viene, no le echo fuera. Porque he descendido del cielo, no para hacer mi voluntad, sino la voluntad del que me envió. Y esta es la voluntad del que me envió: que no pierda a ninguno de los que me ha dado, sino que los resucite en el día final. Porque es la voluntad de mi Padre: que todo aquel que ve al Hijo y cree en él, tenga vida eterna, y yo lo resucitaré en el día final.» Entonces los judíos murmuraban de Jesús, porque había dicho: «Yo soy el pan que bajó del cielo».

Mis Pensamientos

Ellos buscaban algo más. Como Jesús había dicho en Juan 6:26, “me buscáis, no porque habéis visto señales, sino porque comisteis el pan y os saciasteis”. Buscaban pan, milagros y señales, algo más… además de Jesús. Esta situación no es exclusiva de este lugar, pueblo o época en particular. Desde la caída de Adán y Eva, hemos luchado con el deseo de algo más, cualquier cosa menos una relación vital, transformadora y benévola con nuestro Rey y nuestro Dios. Este es el efecto que el pecado ha tenido en cada ser humano desde la caída.

Pero Jesús comparte una muy buena noticia que, si no tenemos cuidado, nos perderemos por completo. Él dice:

“Todo el que el Padre me da, vendrá a mí; y al que a mí viene, no le echo fuera.” (Juan 6:37)

Aunque la naturaleza inferior se resiste a Dios en todos los niveles, Él nos da la gracia de romper las ataduras de la rebelión y recibir el “Pan de Vida”. Sí, ¡esta es verdaderamente una buena noticia! La gracia de Dios es lo suficientemente fuerte como para romper incluso lo que nos resulta natural en nuestra resistencia hacia Él y volverse irresistible. Las anteojeras son quitadas y Jesús se convierte en el centro de nuestros deseos. ¡Jesús es suficiente!

Como hacedores de discípulos, debemos dejar que dos conceptos penetren profundamente en nuestros corazones. Primero, somos elegidos por Dios y entregados a Su Hijo, Jesucristo. Es parte de nuestra identidad y debería tener una influencia seria en nuestro pensamiento y nuestras acciones. Y segundo, nuestro valor proviene de Él, no del ministerio que hacemos. Sí, Dios se complace con nuestras decisiones correctas, esfuerzos y sacrificios, pero nuestro valor e identidad no pueden estar envueltos ni en nuestros resultados ni en la falta de ellos. Jesús es suficiente en tiempos de fructificación y sequía.

Mi Historia

Una vez un muchacho al que estaba discipulando me preguntó: “¿No es suficiente Jesús?”. Ahora, permítanme poner su declaración en contexto. Él estaba luchando por seguir a Jesús en los niveles más elementales. Y tengo que admitir que me decepcionó bastante su deslucido esfuerzo por hacer que su declaración sonara auténtica. Pero hasta un reloj roto da la hora correcta dos veces al día. La declaración no abordaba su problema, abordaba el mío. Él era el único muchacho al que yo estaba asesorando. Yo estaba en el ministerio a tiempo completo y este era el único muchacho que Dios me había dado, mi único corderito tuerto y de tres patas. Y yo era miserable. Tenía expectativas. Ahora que había ido a la universidad bíblica, al seminario y era un clérigo profesional, la gente acudiría en masa a mi influencia, ¿verdad? No. Mi ministerio era una zona de sequía espiritual.

Pero Dios estaba haciendo una obra diferente en mi vida. Una lección que era tan importante como todos esos cursos teológicos y bíblicos que había asistido en la escuela. Y esa lección vino a través de la persona más inesperada. Yo estaba buscando en mi ministerio identidad y valor. Debo admitir que su pregunta me persiguió durante años. Pero Dios es paciente y seguirá trabajando en nuestros corazones y moldeando nuestro carácter hasta que lo logremos. Finalmente, puedo decir con certeza que Jesús es suficiente.

Nuestro Plan de Acción

Ahora es el momento de ponerlas en práctica. Aquí tienes algunas ideas:

Haz un estudio sobre personajes de las Escrituras que pasaron por momentos de sequía y qué fue lo que los rescató.

Haz un inventario de tu corazón. ¿Cómo te sentiste la última vez que muy pocas personas (o ninguna) vinieron a tu evento? ¿Dios todavía estaba complacido con tus esfuerzos por obedecerlo?

Habla con aquellos a quienes estás asesorando sobre los peligros de obtener autoestima de los resultados del ministerio.

Jesús es realmente suficiente, ya que Él nos provee todo lo que necesitamos para el alimento espiritual y la vida eterna. Esta profunda verdad debería moldear nuestra identidad, nuestro valor y nuestro ministerio, recordándonos que nuestro valor proviene únicamente de Cristo, no de nuestros logros o los frutos de nuestro trabajo.

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