I'm early to work. How often does one say that in a city that depends on an unreliable transportation system? Well... pretty often if you are this girl. I think it has something to do with my insistence in taking a different route every day compounded with the fact that I don't conform well to the minutes on the clock. I leave when I'm ready and sometimes that's well before I need to. And so it was this morning. But, I'm not bothered. I wonder how long it will be until I know the commute down to the minute, because then I can imagine being very frustrated when those minutes don't work out.
For today, I am spending my extra minutes thinking about Lazarus as I read "Finally Alive" by John Piper.
In John 11:43, Jesus says to the dead Lazarus, "Lazarus, come out." And the next verse says, "The man who had died came out." So Lazarus takes part in this resurrection. He comes out. Christ causes it. Lazarus does it. He is the one who rises from the dead! Christ brings about the resurrection. Lazarus acts out the resurrection. The instant Christ commands Lazarus to rise, Lazarus does the rising. The instant God gives new life, we do the living. The instant the Spirit produces faith, we do the believing. (Finally Alive, John Piper)
The instant God gives new life, we do the living. Now that is magnificent. That is life altering in the most literal, formerly dead sense. Though we have no part in causing new life to happen inside us, we very much are a part of the acting out of that miraculous gift.
The instant the Spirit produces faith, we do the believing.
I may be in an early-to-work, commuter stupor, but this is most definitely the brilliance that was shining through the stained glass at my Broadway Junction transfer this morning. As the sermon from Sunday night is still marinating in the marrow of my soul, I am thinking about what the death-to-life call meant for Matthew.
When Jesus said, "Walk the same path with me" to Matthew, He was calling him out of a life of darkness and into a life of light. And Matthew rose up and followed.
He acted out Jesus' calling by joining him on the narrow foot path. He believed this man as a result of the Spirit's gift of faith.
And today, whether I notice the minutes passing or not, God has authored transformation as he breathes life into my bones.
And as He miraculously sustains my life, I walk.
I walk and run and laugh and dance and as I do, I stretch out the fingers of this miracle. Because I was dead but He made me alive and He keeps me alive!