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The Lord Will Fight for You

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“Listen to me, my people; hear me, my nation: The law will go out from me; my justice will become a light to the nations. My righteousness draws near speedily, my salvation is on the way, and my arm will bring justice to the nations. The islands will look to me and wait in hope for my arm.” 
Isaiah 51:4-5

It all seems so unfair. I mean, usually I am the last one you will ever hear complaining. I do my chores and I help my family out. I’m not going to lie- life is hard here. It’s really hard. I am weekly, if not, daily, reminded by people in the market that a Savior is coming. “Our Savior is coming,” they say. He will redeem. He will make all things right. He will fight for us. I want so badly to believe that there is hope. That someone is coming who actually cares about the common people. I want to believe that there is someone that will fight for justice and for all the years of wrong that has happened in my country. I want to believe that there is someone who will remove this heavy burden my family has been carrying just to make it through the day. Our systems here are corrupt. Those in authority take advantage of people like my family, who are very poor. They spend time with those who are well off like themselves and spit on the very ground we walk on.

Just the other day they raised the taxes on small town farmers like papa. He came home and tried to act brave for mama. When he walked into the washroom I saw him wipe his eyes. A thousand wrinkles in his face from a hard life of sweat and plowing. He told mama that in order for us to pay for the tax increase we would have to sell our cattle to the tax collectors. I could hear them fighting from the other room. “No” she cried. “Those were the ones we were saving for Passover. We only have one week until Passover. We’ll never save up enough money to buy one back from them!” I came out to see what all the fighting was about, but papa told me to go back into my room.

The next morning I tried to console mama. I told her my friend Adah down the street tells me stories she hears from her parents. She tells me about a man named Jesus who will fight for us. He will make all things right. He will be our peacemaker. Mama looks down at me. Her eyes carry years of worry. She smiles a crooked smile, as if that’s all the strength she can muster. “I want to believe, sweet one.” “I really do.” And she cups my face with her hand and looks right into my eyes. “Let us hope this Savior you speak of comes soon. Let us hope He comes very soon.”

It was a normal Sunday as the town prepared for Passover. I was filling the basin with water to wash papas feet. He would be home any minute. I could hear something happening outside the temple gates. I heard shouting. As I looked out the window I couldn’t believe my eyes. I saw a man and he looked angry. He kicked over the tables of the bankers and the stalls of the pigeon merchants. He didn’t let anyone even carry a basket through the Temple. And then I heard him shout, “My house was designated a house of prayer for the nations; You’ve turned it into a hangout for thieves.” (Mark 11:15-17 MSG) There was something in his voice. I wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t fighting against our people. He looked grieved. He was so stirred up. He was fighting for us.

In all my time of living under the oppression of the temple priests and tax collectors, I have never seen One with such authority speak to them in this manner. He wasn’t afraid of them or what they might do to Him. I shouted with excitement to mama to hurry and see. She held me as we watched these events unfold. I felt a tear trickle down from her cheek. “My sweet Tabitha, could this be the One?” “Could this be the Savior who has come to fight for us?” We both watched in silence as expectancy filled our hearts. For the first time in our house that night I saw something I had not seen in my parents in a very long time. I saw hope.

 “The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” Exodus 14:14

With that same passion and authority, I believe the Lord is fighting for us, even right now. He wages warfare on our behalf and will come in right on time to bring hope and healing. He fights for the regular people, like you and I. My friends, whatever your need, help is on the way.

The Girl with the Pea Coat

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:21

Jade was tall and slender with porcelain white skin. She had chocolate brown hair with big green eyes. Her hobby and love was fashion. Others referred to her as the local fashionista. Give her an outfit with a pop of red and some leopard print and knee high boots and Jade was a happy girl. She regularly perused the fashion sites and subscribed to most all of the current fashion magazines. The way she saw it, she worked hard for her money and she could spend it as she pleased. Growing up with very little means and a humble beginning, Jade was determined to change the image of that little girl.

She had been saving up to purchase a particular special piece to add to her wardrobe collection. This particular piece was quite expensive and had even been worn by a royal family member. It was a wool pea coat of high quality. It was lined with silk, quarter length puff sleeves, and in her favorite shade of soft pink. Finally, the day came when she was able to purchase such a fine coat. “Surely the sacrifice was worth it,” she thought.

And in her mind, dressing the way she did was working well for her. She had a lot of people around her, always seemed to draw attention to herself, and was climbing up the ladder at her job quite nicely. Although on the outside, Jade seemed to have everything going for her, she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something just wasn’t right. She would find herself at home at night, shades closed, covers drawn, and a sinking feeling that something was missing. She felt like she was constantly trying to fight the empty spaces and places inside her heart. Successful, young, beautiful- it should have been enough, right? But it wasn’t.

Jade purchased that silk lined pea coat and was absolutely enamored. After all, it’s what she had been wanting for so long. A few days after receiving her dream coat, Jade came home on her lunch break and turned on the local news as she prepared her usual- turkey on wheat with light mayo, tomato, and sprouts. As she brewed her hot tea she overheard the newscaster announce that a high profile visitor would be coming through her city later that day and apparently he was no ordinary visitor. He was a king. She cancelled all of her afternoon appointments in hopes of meeting this king. As word spread through the city, people were overheard saying that this was no ordinary king.

She arrived early to secure a close position. The people started talking amongst themselves. (Matt. 21:8) “The king is coming.” “We should lay out our coats to prepare the way.” As the people began to lay their coats on the road, she felt the stares of others. Her heart raced, palms turned sweaty. Anything but her coat, she thought. Why, she had lots of things that she could lay out that wouldn’t require much sacrifice at all. Oh, but not her brand new, wool, silk lined, puffy sleeve pea coat! Not that.

(Matthew 21:9-11) The crowd began to cheer, louder and louder. “Praise God, for the son of David! Blessed be the one who comes in the name of the Lord. Praise God in the highest heaven!” The entire city was stirred as he entered. “Who is this man?’ they asked. And the crowds replied, “It’s Jesus the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.”

Jade had heard of this Jesus. She heard he healed the sick and forgave people of their sins. But something was holding her back. She wasn’t sure what. If Jade got very honest with herself, even all the clothes in the world would never be enough to fill the empty places of a lonely little girl on the inside. Oh, they brought her happiness at the moment, but then that feeling would fade, and she would quickly be on the lookout for that next ‘it’ item. Maybe it was a silk blouse with long beads, or a new pair of boots, or perhaps a pair of dark wash denim. The problem was that it was never enough.

“Who is this Jesus that rebukes the religious and allows the children to come to him?” “If this truly is the Jesus I have heard so much about, then this is my chance.” She felt drawn to a man she didn’t even know. But why?

And in that moment, turning the corner and coming towards her, their eyes met. She felt as if he could see inside her soul. She felt vulnerable, yet safe. She had always been admired because of her outward appearance, but it wasn’t so with this Jesus. For the first time, she felt like someone looked upon her with compassion, deeper than the outside garments; she felt a pure love. It was warm.

Without further hesitation, she quickly removed her coat. She lay it on the ground in front of him so that he could pass. And in that moment of sacrifice, that moment with the King of kings, she felt something change on the inside. Her heart began to soften. As she peeled the layer of the coat off, she felt lighter. And the heaviness she had been wearing her entire life was lifted. She wasn’t consumed any longer about trying to always make the outside look so perfect in order to hide the insecurities that were deep within her. As He went by that afternoon, over the coat that she thought meant everything to her, she realized that her life would never be the same. And at that moment, that coat that she saved for, worshiped, loved- meant nothing compared to what she had gained.

Matthew 16:24-26 (NIV)

24 Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. 25 For whoever wants to save their lifewill lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it. 26 What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?