Something stopped me in my tracks this week.
It haunts me. My heart is in turmoil, desperate to close my eyes to the truth. When you catch your reflection in the glint of the double-edge sword, it can’t be ignored. And so I share with you the words that pierced my soul this week.
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The people of Judah are captives in Persia. Ransacked by a foreign king. Stripped of their land, their freedom, their heritage, and their hope. Their city lies in ruins. God’s magnificent temple is merely a shamble of stone.
Years of warning, pleading, beckoning, forgiving, reminding, and rescuing by God weren’t enough to keep their hearts faithful. They just couldn’t turn away from their idols. They couldn’t stop worshipping the lifeless stones of their enemies. So God did exactly what He said He would do. He let them be carried away into captivity. His chosen people, His prized possession, His holy nation—swallowed up in the arms of their enemies.
Out of the blue, King Cyrus of Persia decides that the city of Jerusalem needs to be rebuilt. The God of Israel needs a place for His people to worship Him. So, he offers the people a chance. He gives them freedom. Out of 42,360 people, only 74 Levites choose to go back. They build, but the opposition is too great. For 16 years, the temple sits unfinished—void of the life-changing power of God’s Presence. And no one seems to be the least bit bothered by it.
Until one day, a man named Ezra shows up. He’s a priest and a scribe. He knows God’s word by heart. A new King gives Ezra permission, funding, supplies, and favor to finish the work. This foreign king understood the power of the God of Israel.
Ezra rounds up the people, and they set off. But when he stops to find the priests, he realizes the shocking truth.
Not one Levite had volunteered to come along.
Ezra 8:15
The Levites were responsible for the temple of the LIVING GOD. They were set apart as holy, and their responsibilities were not to be taken lightly. To be entrusted with the dwelling place of the God who parts Red Seas, tears down Jericho’s walls, conquers undefeatable armies, rains down bread from heaven, and displays His glory in a pillar of fire is A BIG DEAL!!!
Not one Levite volunteered to go.
Not one.
Not one was willing to fight for God’s dwelling place.
Not one wanted to claim back a heritage.
Not one couldn’t contain the urge to dance in new-found freedom.
Not one.
This is what happens when captivity becomes our home. This is what happens when the grip of our culture grasps us so tightly, we don’t even realize we’ve stopped breathing. This is the poison, the lie, the promise that our captivity has more to offer us than freedom. We don’t belong in captivity…and yet doesn’t it feel safe?
Are you sitting cozy in the comfort of your captivity?
You are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation. God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for He called you out of darkness and into His wonderful light. - 1 Peter 2:9
Will any of us volunteer?
Is there anyone willing to fight for God’s dwelling place—your heart…your children’s hearts?
Does anyone long to claim back a heritage from the clutches of our culture?
When will we burst from our chains and dance like crazy in the blaze of a new-found freedom?
Or do our chains feel just a bit too comfortable?
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