Three Sons

From the Harvest newsletter, Summer 2008 Edition:

Three young princes sat in the gates of the city, presumably handling the affairs of their Father, the King. The youngest sat on a fraying rug, tossing a few small pebbles at a nearby clay jar, the corners of his mouth turning up with satisfaction each time the rock hit the mark, producing a satisfying 'plink!'

The middle son was busy explaining the trade policies of the King to a group of merchants who were looking to offload their imported treasures. He made a face at his younger brother, who was probably too young to be about the King's business, but was regularly sent along by their Father to 'learn the ways of the kingdom.' "We sell high quality goods here, nothing shoddy. Dishonesty is not tolerated. We value an honest measure and we treat our customers..." his voice went on and on.

The eldest son rolled his eyes and turned back to the group he was talking to. He was bored with policies and rules and speeches. He was celebrating his success in the recent spring battles. His crowd of awestruck boys, swooning girls and forward thinking bootlickers were hanging on his every word, listening to his every word, watching him twist and slash with his sword as he retold the battle in the minutest detail. "...and while others sat in the gates DISCUSSING THE PRICE OF FISH HEADS I was on the battlefield, surrounded by the enemy, tired, but unwilling to yield. In spite my wounds, I regained my feet, and..."

The eldest voice merged into the buzz of the city gates. This was the center and heart of the kingdom. Authority was seated on the throne, but the power of the king was made known here in the gates day in and day out.

A clear voice rang out, "If I may have your attention please..." All eyes turned to see the King's shield bearer entering the gates. The princes turned to take in the words of the King's closest advisor. "The King has been called to attend to immediate business. He will return, but the matter is important and cannot be delayed. The princes must assume leadership. Your father has left a precious gift for you in his throne room; you must make your way there. He has cared for you for all of your days, now he asks you to care for his kingdom. Use his gift wisely."

The little prince was the first out the door. His bright smile flashed as he laughed and ran. "Stop! We must all go together," shouted the middle prince. The oldest ran next, sheathing his sword and breathing fury toward his little brother, "We must get there before he ruins everything. He won't use the gift like I will!"

The middle prince ran after as well. Long days pondering books, thinking about policies, debating and researching hadn't helped his running ability. But he was clever... he stopped to ask the shield bearer if the throne room was locked. It was. He smiled and took the key from him and set off to the castle.

"I am the fastest!" thought the little prince. "I am the best! I am first! The kingdom will celebrate me because I took the gift!" he shouted, but his race was cut short by the imposing figure of his older brother. "Speed is nothing without skill and strength, and you prove that you are little fool by not knowing that! I will take the gift. It is my right, and the people will honor me in the place of the King, and they will see you for the wretch you are."

The crowd gathered around to see the two princes engaged in their scuffle, but their attention was quickly drawn to the sound of the well-oiled gate opening.

"But neither of you can access the gift without wisdom and knowledge, and my skill has trumped yours... because I secured the key! My gift proves that I alone am fit to rule the kingdom while our father is gone!"

But the middle son possessed neither skill nor speed, and as the oldest son prevented the gate from slamming shut, the little prince slipped inside and leaped violently on his brother. Fists and curses flew. A tooth lost its home. The people gaped and wagged their heads at the spectacle the boys were making. The distinct sound of metal scraping meant the eldest was drawing his sword... as the littlest opened the small box sitting before the throne. A small scroll, bound with a neat ribbon and sealed with the king's signet ring was produced.

"What does it say?" demanded the eldest.

"I cannot read!" cried the youngest.

"Give it to me! Here!" demanded that middle, with a smile of triumph on his face.

"My dearest sons," he began to read in a confident voice, "I have watched you grow from children to men fit to rule a kingdom. You are my pride and joy, and I delight in you. All that I have is yours. Lead and guide my people, my greatest treasure. They will look to you guide them. Remember, you have different gifts, but when used together for the good of the kingdom, your differences produce strength. Remember what I have always told you, since you were boys..." the voice of the middle son cracked and then wavered…

The eldest hung his head in shame and the youngest fell to the ground and began to weep.

"...they will know you are my children by the love you display to one another."

This the Power of the Cross

The organizers of the convention were sweet enough to invite this sister in Christ (and her awesome pipes) to minister to the messengers in song. Posting this both for your listening pleasure, to build you up in your faith, and in hopes that Steve will hear it and be 'inspired.'

Steve: hint hint! I love you man. Keep bringing the blessing of joyous worship to us.

I was at a pastor's conference in 2005 where a speaker mentioned that we need to become less psalmic in our praise of God, and more centered on New Testament worship. Psalmic worship has its place in our worship services: praising God for the blessings He heaps on us, for His goodness to all humanity, for His faithful provision throughout history. In truth, all humanity can worship Him for these blessings.

When the church assembles to worship, we are celebrating something very specific. We are rejoicing in the fact that though we are the worst of sinners, God has given us the most precious of gifts. He has purified us and given us the adoption of sons by virtue of the death of his beloved Son. We are able to stand in His presence because of Jesus, and the cross, and His blood and body broken for us. This is what we are called to praise God for.

I mentioned this in passing yesterday, but i'll mention it formally here. I am thankful for the leadership Steve and Tim bring to us each Sunday. We are blessed at Harvest with humble, Godly leadership in this area, aren't we? (Hint to all: You can say yes in the comments. If they get big heads, we'll blog on that.)

Enjoy the videos.



I'll verify, but I think that Mrs. Getty's husband wrote this song as well, with Stuart Townsend. Truly, these beleivers have been given to the church as a gift for edifying us through worship.

Psalms of David

Maybe of interest to some, but a great help in preparing for upcoming sermons on the life of David.

The Psalms of David

Using superscriptions from the ESV bible. View that at ESV.com

Not Very Holy - But Prospering!

Apparently, I'm a big failure when compared to this guy (not the author, the guy he is talking about.)

Although it's nice to be listed among such prominent company.

(Thanks Chris!)

One of the guys mentioned, Mark Driscoll, preached a sermon on suffering from Philippians, where he compared the health and wealth gospel preached by a prominent promoter of that school of thought with a profound idea.

The prosperity gospel says you should be at peace financially (cash), physically (health), socially (family) and in every other area.

Yet... none of this applies to Jesus. He had to borrow a coin to make an illustration. He had to send Peter to fish to pay the temple tax. He had no place to lay his head, though foxes have holes and birds have nests. He was afflicted, often hungry, frequently tired and exhausted by the demands of ministry. Oh... and his family? They thought he was nuts. And everyone else? Remember the kind of prosperity he enjoyed: Rejection. Death.

None of this is to deny that there is indeed prosperity in the gospel. But of what kind? What quality? We have peace with God through the gospel. We have freedom from sin in the gospel. We have every spiritual (read: spiritual, not cash) blessing in him (eph 1:3).

That's real prosperity, the kind not affected by the price of milk or gasoline.

Snapshot - June 4, 2008

My Current Study Project:

• David wrote 73 Psalms (corrected). Investigating the superscritions to connect them with the timeline of his life. Expect to see some sort of pdf or spreadsheet here in a few days.

Sermon Text for this Week:

• Either 1 Samuel 16, or 1 Samuel 16:1-17:58

Things to pray for:

• Voting on Elders & Constitution this Sunday
• Southern Baptist Convention, next Monday to Wednesday
• We have a new puppy. His name is Frodo. (As in "He is small, and does not know the way.")
• Concert Ticket sales: Apologetix in concert, this Saturday night at Harvest.

Praises:

• Generous brother and sister in Christ put "the Silver Bullet" back on the road. (That's my car... not a beer can.)
  
• Corn is growing on the sun porch.
• Sawhorses built. Ready to build swing set, set up pool.
• Finally... changed the oil on Nancy's car.
  
• Garage Door fixed. (Can you tell the kinds of things that have been stressing me out?)