Make a point to pause...

I remember the days of old; I meditate on all that You have done; I ponder the work of Your hands. I stretch out my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a parched land. Selah  - Psalm 143:5-6

Remember that initial taste of grace? Can you recall the sweetness of that first sip? Though your cup now runs over with great favor, do you ever think back to those earliest hours, when His loving kindness was brand new to the soul?

Does it still blow your mind to consider how mercifully He has dealt with His people from Genesis until now? He makes promises and fulfills them. He stays faithful and true, despite our wandering eyes. Time after time He delivers us from the clutches of death, giving us a hope that we in no way deserve. Is that still an incredible thought?

What about His common grace to mankind? Though many deny His existence, spitting in the very face of their Creator, He waits, leaving enough knowledge of Himself within the created universe and the human conscious to render each man guilty, without excuse. In a single word He could crush and annihilate, justly pouring out His righteous wrath upon disobedient idolaters, but He remains patient and long-suffering. 

Do you often mediate on all that He has done? That is, do you regularly stand in awe while you consider the small glimpses He's allowed you to see? Certainly, no finite mind can fathom the enormity and intricacy of His works - all that’s crafted by the hands of the eternal, immortal, invisible King of the ages. Yet what do we do with what we are able to see? Though the fullness of all He’s done is incomprehensible, is it not simultaneously praiseworthy? This was David's approach. "I remember the days of old; I meditate on all that You have done; I ponder the work of Your hands (v.5)."

And notice how his contemplation leads to trust, worship, and an ultimate longing for the Lord. The psalmist says, "I stretch out my hands to You (v.6)." As he considers God's faithful provision, His unmerited grace and favor, He is filled with gratitude. He worships. He rejoices from the innermost part of his being. And like the desperation of one deserted in the wilderness, he desires the quenching satisfaction that can only come from the Lord. He longs for God; He yearns for the presence of his Heavenly Father.

And finally, a word follows that is not to be overlooked, "Selah." Traditionally, most have agreed that this term is meant to encourage a pause. Selah, stop and reflect; take time to consider what you just heard; think about the words you just sang. Ponder, wonder, mediate upon your God.

I believe we would do well to do the same. Might we follow King David’s example and consider the works of the Lord. As much grace as he was given, have we not been blessed with more? We wait not for the appearance of the Messiah, we long for His return! We read and observe how the prophecies of the psalms were fulfilled in the cross. Yes, we have a much more privileged historical point of view. Will our worshipful reflection be indicative of such grace? May we think on Him, be thankful for Him, and thirst for fellowship with Him. For our joy and His glory, might we make a point to pause.

Matt Fowler
Associate Pastor of Missions & Students
matt@nbchurch.info
@fattmowler

Cinco Celebration

Today is an important day for our family, one we refer to in our home as Cinco Celebration. For it was on this very date two years ago that my wife officially became the legal guardian and mother of our three oldest children. Although our kiddos already considered Brittany their mother and had been calling her “mama” for much longer than that, there was something especially beautiful about the adoption ceremony. Joined by many friends and family in the quaint quarters of a courtroom, we rejoiced as Judge Harris announced his final decree. When I reflect back on that moment I’m filled with gratitude, for God’s goodness and provision, for His redemptive and restorative work in our family, and for the precious opportunity the day has afforded.

It is one thing to experience the incredible love that a parent has for their children, yet quite another thing to express that kind of love. No matter how hard I try, my words always fall short. In this regard, I’m actually a bit jealous of B. At best, as biological father, I could only agree in principle to love what I thought Brooks, Chandler, and Matilyn might potentially become. I did not have the opportunity to weigh all the pros and cons. I don’t remember thinking about the sleepless nights that would come. I cannot remember being afraid of high fevers that would accompany severe illness, being angered about food and drink that would eventually soil new carpet, or feeling the panic of children thoughtlessly running toward a busy street of traffic. I do not recall considering how these niños would zap me of my financial and energy resources, how they would learn to backtalk, roll their eyes, smell, rebel, and the like. All of that was a possibility but just not known. My pre-parenting thoughts were only of the positive variety - playing catch in the backyard, going camping, cuddling on the couch, etc.

Brittany, however, was able to make a much more informed, educated decision before entering parenthood. Sure she saw the cuteness and creativity of the trio, but she also observed the messiness of their pre-adolescent depravity. Sin was not something they merely had the propensity to do, but an area in which they had already become pretty skilled. As apparent as my scars were to my wife, the kids warts and blemishes were equally obvious as well. As sweet as they were, they promised to certainly be a handful. And yet she said to them, “I love you and I want you to know that you are deeply cared for. You are not just like my own, you are mine! You belong to me. I choose you and promise to love and protect you for the rest of my life.” So while the biological parent rolls the dice and takes a chance on maybe receiving a lemon (just teasing folks), the adoptive parent has a detailed CarFax, so to speak. And in this particular sense, adoption’s expression of love is much greater than that of a bio mom or dad.

When I above mentioned how thankful I am for the opportunity May 23rd has given, to be clear, I’m not referencing Brittany. I’m glad that she can articulate her affection for our bigs, but I’m most grateful that through Cinco Celebration we can describe God’s divine love for our family and for others. Indeed, the best part of our story is that it lends to sharing His! We have been able to table with seekers and saints alike to talk about the Father’s amazing love for us - how He has chosen us to carry His name forward, not because He had to, not because He was obligated, but because He is rich in mercy and full of grace. We’ve been privileged to share that though the world left us to fend for ourselves, abandoned and alone, Christ came that we might find our true haven of rest in Him. Despite being deceived and despised, betrayed and bequeathed nothing more than the grave, Jesus intervened and the Light interrupted the dark. Yes, He did the most unimaginable thing.

Despite being absent so much as a single righteous strand, Christ Jesus chose us. He picked us not because of our potential, our accomplishments, our deeds, or because of our dedication to work really hard to be better. In fact, we were steeped in our sin. Weak, ungodly, rebellious, enemies of God is exactly what we were. Like a child sitting in his own filth, we desperately needed a new garment, yet we were completely incapable of making the necessary change. We were not told to get cleaned up first - “Hey, go bathe and I might come back.” There was no requirement to shower and shave and shine up our shoes. No, Jesus gently reached down and made our dead hearts beat; He opened our blind eyes to see; He robed us in His righteousness and spoke the most precious word when He said, “Mine!” Our souls cried out as those filled with joy unspeakable and full of glory. Though once alienated from God, stuck in the disgust of sin, our Savior now calls us friend, co-heir. The Spirit calls us His temple, and the Father irrevocably calls us His sons and daughters.

What an amazing gift! Such an unmerited treasure is this! It does not eliminate all of life’s hurt and difficulty in the present. There is a baggage that comes with being abandoned. But to be sure, there is healing and hope in adoption. This year we will party as a family of 6 (as Charlotte is nearly 8 months old), and who knows, perhaps the Lord will numerically grow us to 7 or 8 or 9 (just kidding B)? However, May 23rd will always be known as our Cinco Celebration because we are remembering something much bigger than our little family, we are recalling how Jesus’ cross has made us part of His.

Matt Fowler
Associate Pastor of Missions & Students
matt@nbchurch.info
@fattmowler

Esau or Zion?

“But in Zion there shall be those who escape…” Obadiah v.17

After reading Obadiah, here’s the question we each must give a response. Do we take refuge in Mount Esau or Mount Zion? Now, at a surface level, this seems too easy an answer. Though an understanding of Zion develops from the OT to the NT, the biblical narrative consistently portrays Zion as a place of rest and refuge for God’s people (i.e. 2 Samuel 5:7, Psalm 2:6, 48:2, 137:3, Isaiah 46:13, Jeremiah 8:19, Hebrews 12:22, Romans 9:33, Revelation 14:1). Throughout Scripture it is shown as a symbol of God’s kingdom, His power and presence. He dwells in Zion, and one day His saints will make their dwelling on that same holy hill. Since Jesus is the cornerstone of Zion, as believers, we ought to desire nothing more than to be found there as well - in Christ, right (1 Peter 2:6, Isaiah 28:16)? On the other hand, “Jacob I loved, but Esau I hated (Romans 9:13, Malachi 1:2-3).” Without diving into each of the theological implications of this statement, we can all agree that we long for the favor of Jacob’s offspring. Just a cursory reading from Moses’ first book (Genesis 25-33) and a brief observation of the outcome for Esau’s descendants (here in Obadiah, noticing how they are sternly warned of impending judgment), and it becomes quite clear. We don’t want to make our nest in the cleft of such rock; we want to be found in Zion.

Nevertheless, I contend that despite this obvious contrast, we all tend to cling to Mount Esau much more than we might think. To make that an “I statement,” let me clarify. I unfortunately see these tendencies in me. I’ve discovered there are a couple of ways to approach this mountain. I’ve taken it on like the younger brother; yes, I’ve been atop this hill as the prodigal (see Luke 15:11-32). In those seasons I outright rebelled against my Father. I chose my ways over His, and scaled Edom’s cliffs recklessly untethered to any harness of hope. Yet, I’ve also carefully traversed the rocky terrain and climbed the face of Mount Esau like the older brother. I kept the rules, did my job (quite well I might add), and began to believe that my own self-righteousness was enough. I was morally above reproach, nobly upright before my peers, and far more careful than my days of disobedience. I wisely used the path of safety and carefully made my way to the peak. I’ve summited Esau wearing villainous black and pristine white; I’ve been there in moments completely aware of my sinfulness and other times far more certain of my good deeds.

Here’s the point of Mount Esau and why it is so darn tempting. It is something we can do. It is a height we can achieve. Whenever we place our trust in someone or something outside of Christ, we build our fort into that mountain. When we follow our flesh, we bring Edom’s judgment and doom upon our own heads (Obadiah 1:15). Yet also notice that when we place faith in our abilities - our resources - our reputation - our positional, comparative strength to others and the like, we align ourselves with the disobedience of Esau, not the God of Jacob. See, while we can climb to the heights of Edom, we cannot climb Mount Zion. In our own strength, we cannot make it up that holy hill; we cannot look upon the sights of that city; no amount of “right living” gains our entrance into His kingdom. Because of this, we are tempted to see what we can do. What we can produce, achieve, compile, etc. often feels more certain.

God’s people had been overtaken by their enemies and Edom was convicted of being a gloating onlooker, instead of a merciful neighbor (Obadiah 1:10-14). In that time it likely felt that God had forsaken His people. However, who is Obadiah written to? To Edom. What is the central message? God makes it clear that those who disregard His ways and mess with His people will be judged; they will be forced to answer for their transgressions; they will have to give an account for their pride and indifference. We may feel forgotten and begin to pack our bag for a hike up Mount Esau. But we must remember, the promise is not in Esau, but for those in Zion. “But in Zion there shall be those who escape (Obadiah 1:17)…” 

The warning of verse 15 is just as much an invitation as it is a threat. It did not have to be this way for Edom. Repentance would have changed their plight. There is no blanket judgment for all peoples and nations. Rather, the question is before each of us individually - will we be found in Esau or in Zion? Will we be found trusting in Christ or utterly lost in our rejection of Him? It may appear that God is distant and that we are slowly being overtaken by our adversary, but God is ever-present in our trouble. He provides for the needs of His children. Though based upon our own merit we could never step foot in His holy city, our entrance is now available through the atoning work of His Son on the cross. Our deeds, the best and worst of them, are worthy of death and eternal separation from the Father, but Jesus paid the price for our rebellion as the perfect sacrifice for our sin. And if God has provided for our greatest need, will He not stand with us in our daily trials as well? Zion will rule over Esau (Obadiah 1:17, 21). Christ’s elect will reign with Him in glory. There is escape, refuge, and a future in Zion - in Christ - in obedience to the Father. Will we be found there, faithfully resting in the hope of His holy mountain?

Matt Fowler

Associate Pastor of Missions & Students

matt@nbchurch.info

@fattmowler

Just like one of them...

“…you were like one of them.” Obadiah v.11

Life is more than what we do. What we neglect doing is just as important. Consider Esau’s descendants. Obadiah warned of their impending judgment, but why? What had they done? They were not the foreign invaders; they had not acted violently toward brother Jacob. No, but they had missed doing the right thing. They failed to bring aid and assistance to Judah in their time of need. They stood aloof while Jerusalem was attacked and looted; they were like one of the those enemies that busted up the gates. Because of this the Lord spoke a word of warning through his prophet, “As you have done, it shall be done to you; your deeds shall return upon your own head (v.15).”

Is there anything here for us? Let’s evaluate. Are we guilty of not doing the good we should? Do we passively watch as evil is enacted against those we are called to protect? Do we point fingers at the Babylonian-like transgressors of our day, failing to acknowledge the plank of indifference and apathy lodged squarely in our own eye? Are we believers involved in fighting for the life of the unborn? Do we welcome the refugee stranger among us? Does the fear of potential danger trump our obedience to Jesus’ commission? Is the applaud of Christ less desirable than the affirmation of our friends? Do we truly value others as fellow image bearers of the King? Surely racism and discrimination are not still evidenced within the church!

The Edomites were proud; we know this from Obadiah’s introduction. They were confident in the positional strength of their fortification (v.3-4). But perhaps they were also afraid. Maybe that’s why they wrongly remained neutral, refusing to offer Judah military reinforcement. But it also seems they enjoyed watching the demise of their neighbor (v.12-14). They gloated over the hardships of Jacob and covetously rejoiced in their day of trouble. And because of this, judgment was on the way. 

“So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin (James 4:17).” How different would this world be, if we who profess Christ with our lips, walked in the way of our Lord and Savior by faithfully living out this verse today? Friend, there is plenty of corruption in the world. But does our depravity darken the day as well? Racism, abortion, adoption, immigration, and the like, our the pressing topics of the day. How will we respond moving forward? Will we address the sins of our past and the societal ills of the hour? Will we courageously confront darkness with the hope and truth of gospel light? If not actively involved in contending for the faith, we will continue to sin ourselves, and in the end be found, just like one of them.

Matt Fowler
Associate Pastor of Missions & Students
matt@nbchurch.info
@fattmowler

A Helpful Reminder

“My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.” - Psalm 121:2

Consider today this blessed thought. Dear saint, your help comes from the Lord. It does not reside in your limited abilities, nor is it found within your measly circumstances. No, your help, indeed, your hope is found in none other than God Almighty. The One who spoke the world into existence is right by your side. In fact, better than that, He is within you. 

Now, why might it be to our advantage to remember this today? Well, despite our feelings of frailty and dismay, we have every reason to face this week in full confidence that whatever our need, He can provide. His resources have no limit; there is no task too big for our God. We just need to look out the window for evidence of this. The one who designed this beautiful planet, He who spoke the wondrous skies into existence, He is our help.

But then, perhaps we enter this Monday falsely clinging to someone or something that is far less certain. We feel good about our position in life; we’re doing well at work; we seem successful at home. We must remember that our help is from above. Nothing here below can make that claim. To see ourselves as sufficient for our day-to-day tasks, is simply setting ourselves up for disappointment. Our help comes from the Lord.

Meditation on this simple verse should move beyond us as well. For if our confidence is found in heaven’s Maker, then no accomplishment or set of achievements can be attributed to our creative strengths or efforts. Glory will rightly return to the One who is worthy. If trouble comes our way this week, will we be looking to our savings or our Savior? Our resourcefulness or our Sustainer? Will such dependence upon the Lord not ultimately point others to their only Helper as well?

Our help has come from God alone. It will continue to pour forth from His endless fountain of grace. The One who fashioned all that we can observe and the vast galaxies beyond what we can see, was intricately involved in making you and me. He has given us life and breath and everything else. He has formed our shapes, sizes, and personal dispositions as He so pleased. He is our help and the hope of the nations. Let us embrace the week with this truth before us. Our help comes from the Lord!

Matt Fowler
Associate Pastor of Missions & Students
matt@nbchurch.info
@fattmowler