A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

I don’t know why I read or watch the news.  I understand that it keeps me informed about what goes on in the world today, but often times I wonder how good it really is for me.  There has only been a few times (that I recall) where I felt positive and hopeful about what’s happening.  Hopelessness, frustration, sadness resulting in deep sighs and side comments in response to news like “we all need Jesus” or “Jesus needs to hurry and come” seem to overwhelm my thoughts and emotions.  However, as I was reflecting this week, the Lord reminded me of His sovereignty.  It wasn’t a cop-out reminder for myself, a reassuring word and thought to say for me to dismiss the reality of life, but a true reminder that He has the whole world in His hands.  Isaiah 66 has come to mind often, “Heaven is His throne, earth is His footstool” – He is indeed a big, mighty, sovereign God.  If you think on the events in scripture, especially throughout the Old Testament, we see God’s power, hope, and love shine through in some of the darkest moments of Israelite history.  Imagine being in captivity for generations, brainwashed by different rulers and forced into cultures and traditions foreign to your own.  But in the midst of that, the Lord sends people to remind greater Israel that He is still God and they are still His people, if they would turn from idols and obey.   God knows all and will respond accordingly in His perfect timing.  Whether it’s in your life or in this world, He is sovereign, He is faithful, He is a mighty fortress.  I leave you with a hymn called “A Mighty Fortress is our God” by Martin Luther that has encouraged me this week:

A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow'r are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God's own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle. And tho' this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph thro' us.
The Prince of Darkness grim�
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly pow'rs,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Thro' Him who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God's truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.

From Pastor Keeyoung’s Heart

July 5, 2015

I went to get a pedicure with my wife Mina a couple weeks ago.  It was highly uncomfortable.  Not only because I was the only man in there and women were secretly laughing at me (I’m used to that – I get my hair cut at hair salons, have bought clothing at Forever 21, and in general, have experienced girls laughing at me, Mina included, as a daily experience) but because it feels weird to have someone touch your feet like that.  I’ve never had anyone handle my feet this way before.  The closest I have come to experience someone massaging my feet is when I try to rub my calloused toe on Mina and she punches my foot.  It’s quite soothing.
So, I had to distract myself.  I tried watching whatever was playing on TV, but it was “The Notebook”, which is probably one of the worst chick flicks ever made.  And I’m not biased against chick flicks – you are talking to the guy whose very first DVD purchase was “You’ve Got Mail” starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan (Side note: you know you’re old if you hear the movie title and automatically hear the sound of dial-up.  Also, if you know what dial-up is.)  But the movie just does not do the book any justice!  (Hmmm… maybe I shouldn’t have admitted that I read the book.)  In any case, I had to resort to playing a game on my phone just so I could focus on something other than the woman handling my feet and making fun of me to her co-worker while Mina took pictures of my discomfort because my wife’s favorite pastime is laughing at my pain.
Afterwards, I thought about how we as Christians believe the washing of feet is such an intimate act.  Partially because it’s so utterly humbling – feet are disgusting things – but mostly because our Lord did this very act – he knelt down before his disciples and washed their feet: disgusting, calloused, smelly, hairy, and all.  Even the feet of Judas were wiped clean.
And I wonder how the disciples reacted.  We know that good old Peter first tried to refuse it, then asked Jesus to basically give him a backrub at a Korean spa.  But I wonder if the others responded the same.  Were they as uncomfortable as I was at the nail salon?  Were they ticklish?  Did they refuse eye contact?  Did they feel guilt or shame knowing how dirty their feet were?
The truth is, Jesus washes our feet every day.  Because every day, he forgives us our sins.  He takes the filth and grime around our hearts, our hearts that are so not used to being touched and warmed and massaged, and wipes them clean with his own blood and tears.  When I stop to think about it, that makes me just as uncomfortable as any pedicure.  But we don’t often stop and think about it, do we, church?
I have a friend who has gone to missions in India to work with the Devadasi, a group of women in Hindu culture who are trapped in their station in life as temple prostitutes.  In a society with no social mobility, girls born into the lowest caste of poverty and insignificance are dedicated to a Hindu goddess and serve the rest of their life in sex work to provide a means for their family.  At one of the conferences put together by a local missionary to encourage these women, my friend and his other short-term missionaries sat the women down and washed their feet, one by one.  At first the women protested – the caste they are in is literally called “the Untouchables.”  But soon, their protests gave way to tears as men and women from a faraway land touched their filthiest body parts with a tenderness and love that they had never experienced before.  And in that touch, many of them saw Jesus for the first time in their lives.
For women (and men) who get pedicures all the time, it’s easy to get over the discomfort of someone touching your feet.  For us, who are forgiven all the time and take grace for granted, it’s easy to forget that there was a cost to our forgiveness and mercy.  But there’s even grace for our forgetfulness.  And even better, we can share in that grace with others too.  Let’s go wash some feet, church.

From Pastor David’s Heart
June 28, 2015