Occasionally I find notes I’ve scribbled to myself, ideas for a blog post, fresh eyes on a familiar verse. Most of them get translated, thought out, passed on to you. {Whether you want them or not.} A few get lost … and then … reborn.
Like this one.
Daniel 12:13.
As for you, go your way till the end. You will rest, and then at the end of the days you will rise to receive your allotted inheritance.
The knowledge of, the security of where we are headed should utterly transform how we live while we are waiting.
How do we “go our way?”
Every thought, breath, word, and deed … every dirty dish, massive laundry load, floor mopping, toddler wrestling match, slow count to ten before I engage, should be tempered by the truth of the gospel.
We can rest because He labored.
We can stand because He stood on our behalf.
We are healed, made whole by His stripes.
That means grace. For yourself, for others. {Especially on days like today … categorized by the J Girl as a “yelling day.” For me. Not her. Not my finest moment.}
That means boldness.
That means we have hope, we have freedom.
Since we have such a hope, we are very bold, not like Moses, who would put a veil over his face so that the Israelites might not gaze at the outcome of what was being brought to an end. But their minds were hardened. For to this day, when they read the old covenant, that same veil remains unlifted, because only through Christ is it taken away. Yes, to this day whenever Moses is read a veil lies over their hearts. But when one turns to the Lord, the veil is removed. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom {2 Corinthians 3:12-17}.
And beloved, that means, above all, gratitude … which is, in the end, simply, “The echo of grace reverberating through the hollows of the human heart” {John Piper, God is the Gospel}.
~M.
**Credit must go to Pastor Dale Thiele, our pastor in KS, for the seeds of this post.