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Adams, R. - The Wonder of Jesus - He Still Touches Hearts - Book (2007)
Adams, R. - The Wonder of Jesus - He Still Touches Hearts - Book (2007)
of Contents
Dedication
Introduction
Chapter 1: The Fascination of Jesus
Chapter 2: The Mystery of His Deity
Chapter 3: The Reality of His Humanity
Chapter 4: The Wisdom of His Teachings
Chapter 5: The Wonder of His Works
Chapter 6: The Challenge of His Sayings
Chapter 7: The Puzzle of His Conduct
Chapter 8: The Intensity of His Walk
Chapter 9: The of Tenderness His Love
Chapter 10: The Meaning of His Death
Chapter 11: The Power of His Resurrection
Chapter 12: The Efficacy of His High-priestly Ministry
Chapter 13: The Excitement of His Eternal Tomorrow
DEDICATION
For Celia—
My wife and forever friend, who has stood by me through the most difficult
times
INTRODUCTION
"What are you writing about?" The question came from one of my
colleagues when I mentioned that I was working on this project.
"About Jesus," I responded—then noticed the quizzical looks that
immediately appeared on the faces of others in the room. About Jesus? said their
unspoken queries. Isn't that too broad a subject—like writing on "the universe
and everything in it"? And besides, what can you really say about Jesus that
someone else hasn't already said?
It's a problem that faces anyone who attempts to tackle a subject as
monumentally popular as "Jesus." And from the start I decided that, regardless
of its pitfalls, I would simply allow the Gospels (and the Bible as a whole) to
talk to me, confident they were bound to do so in a different way than what
others had experienced, however slightly.
So instead of recycling what everybody else had said about Jesus, I decided to
approach the subject in a unique manner. The thought came to me: Why not
simply read the Gospels in the context of the rest of Scripture, and let its
messages talk to you afresh? And that's what you have here, I hope—
straightforward, uncomplicated stuff, coming from my own heart, my own
reading of the Gospels, my own reflections.
Of course, I could not turn my mind into a tabula rasa. I couldn't blank out of
my thoughts what was already there; nor did I put up any resistance to including
stuff that came from my daily reading in other areas as I worked on the
manuscript, or from the myriad of other interactions I have with life around me:
talks, sermons, news broadcasts, the newspapers— whatever. What I tried to do,
as much as possible, was to proceed as though there weren't millions of books on
the topic already in existence. I did not even allow myself to reread The Desire
of Ages, that all-time classic by Ellen G. White on the life of Jesus.
You will, of course, find citations from that work (and other writings by Mrs.
White) in the book, but they are references to materials already in my working
memory, and which came back to mind while I wrote. The same is true for other
citations you find throughout the book—stuff already present in my mental files,
which, once used, I had to acknowledge properly.
Accordingly, this is not a "scholarly" work. You won't find "big names"
everywhere, nor a slew of technical jargon or extensive footnotes. It's offered,
rather, in the belief that we should allow room simply to listen to the text for
ourselves, without the excessive baggage of what everyone else has written,
however brilliant. And if keen theological minds detect flaws or blunders or
untraditional conclusions here and there as a result of this approach, should this
not be part of the price we pay for a personal engagement with the text?
This method brought its own frustration, however. Continuing to work the
Gospels even after I'd finished the manuscript—and with no room left for
additional materials—I would daily find new stuff that hadn't grabbed me earlier,
each item clamoring for me to use it. Mark 12 was one such reference that urged
itself upon me the very day I was writing this introduction (which, in this case, I
composed last). Why, Mark 12 demanded to know, did I not include it in chapter
4—"The Wisdom of His Teachings"?
After all, Mark 12 provides a perfect setting to observe in action the wisdom
of Jesus' teachings. Here, for example, we find Jewish leaders, spellbound,
listening to His story about the tenants. Only when He finishes do they consider
seizing Him, "because they knew he had spoken the parable against them" (verse
12). They'd known it all along, but they'd found the story too engaging, too
gripping, to interrupt. (Who doesn't wish they could teach like Jesus!)
The statement "Give to Caesar what is Caesar's and to God what is God's"—at
the heart of Mark 12 (see verses 13-17)—has become a staple around the world,
on the lips of Christians and non-Christians alike. But however easy and logical
it now sounds to us, Jesus spoke it in answer to a very delicate question, leaving
those who'd meant to trap Him "amazed at him." Also in Mark 12 Jesus fields
questions about marriage and the resurrection (verses 18-27) and about which is
the greatest commandment of the law (verses 28-31). Blown away by His
uncanny wisdom, His detractors went from amazement (verse 17) to silence
—"from then on no one dared ask him any more questions" (verse 34).
There's so much that I couldn't possibly cover in the pages that follow. Post-it
notes and other memos are everywhere around my study, reminders of what else
I wished that space had allowed me to include. Prepared in the midst of work
deadlines and all kinds of other pressures—internal and external—this book has
come together by the sheer mercies of God. And my prayer is that those same
mercies might accompany its use.
CHAPTER 1
The Evidence
Every generation asks its own questions, and every generation must accept or
reject the available answers. But it would be foolhardy for us to try to
manufacture our own evidence or to invent our own solutions to the problems of
Jesus' identity and significance. We have no option but to consult the best
available historical sources.
In this connection I ran into the following helpful summary:
"In the first few centuries following Jesus' death, the early Christians
produced various . . . written accounts of Jesus' career, some concentrating on
his childhood (infancy gospels), others on his teaching (sayings gospels), as well
as broader accounts of his adult ministry, passion, and resurrection. Currently we
have evidence of about thirty such 'gospels.' There may have been many more
that didn't survive."6
The reality is that most of us reading this chapter have seen only a small
fraction of those documents, and the natural question would be whether we're
not missing out on valuable information needed to form a complete picture of
who Jesus was. What we need to keep in mind, however, is that we're certainly
not the first upon the scene with an interest in these things, nor are we the first
honest ones to insist on the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. The
fact is that the early Christians, living at a time of false claims and a plethora of
documents of questionable origin, were intensely concerned about charlatans and
counterfeits. And working together under the guidance of the Holy Spirit, they
eventually came to what they considered to be a reliable body of writings
bearing the marks of authenticity.
Thus the author of the statement just quoted concluded: "Whatever the
complete tally [of "gospels"], by the end of the fourth century the four gospels—
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John—had securely won the day among the majority
of church officials as the divinely inspired and duly authorized accounts of Jesus'
life and death. In short, they became part of the Christian canon.'"
Everyone is free to adopt their own approach, of course. But at this distance,
my inclination is to take the word of those closer to the events. The alternatives
all lead to massive speculation, conjecture, and subjectivism.
What do the accepted Gospels say about Jesus? What's the nature of the
testimony they bear?
3 Fred Mogul, "Appalachian Apostle," Time, online edition, Feb. 14, 2000;
http://www.time.eom/time/magazine/printout/0,8816,996065,00.html.
4 Rosin.
5 See
http://www.christianitytoday.com/movies/commentaries/toplOiesusmovies.html.
6 F. Scott Spencer, What Did Jesus Do? (New York: Trinity Press
International, 2003), p. 5.
7 Ibid., pp. 5, 6.
8 Albert Schweitzer, The Quest of the Historical Jesus (New York:
Macmillan, 1968).
9 The 2004 movie directed by Mel Gibson.
10 The book by American novelist Dan Brown (New York: Anchor Books,
3 Ellen G. White, The Desire of Ages (Mountain View, Calif.: Pacific Press
Pub. Assn., 1898), p. 732.
4 Allan Richardson, ed., A Dictionary of Christian Theology (Philadelphia:
9 Cited in Shortt.
10 Rowan Williams, "No Life Here—No Joy, Terror or Tears," Church Times,
1479.
12 See The Seventh-day Adventist Bible Commentary (Washington, D.C.
5 Roy Adams, The Nature of Christ: Help for a Church Divided Over
Perfection (Hagerstown, Md.: Review and Herald, 1994), chap. 4.
6 White, The Desire of Ages, p. 49. (Italics supplied.)
4 Ibid., p. 146.
Man of Wonder
A whole slew of other spectacular acts of Christ would merit comment here,
but space does not allow. A child's lunch mysteriously multiplies in the hands of
Jesus to feed a hungry multitude (John 6:5-13). Left behind across the lake,
Jesus joins His followers at midnight, walking upon the water (verses 16-20).
When the revenue agents come calling, a financially impoverished Savior sends
Peter to the fishes of the sea for help. "Go to the lake and throw out your line,"
He says to him. "Take the first fish you catch; open its mouth and you will find a
four-drachma coin. Take it and give it to them for my tax and yours" (Matt.
17:27).
Human words cannot capture the majesty and power of such breathtaking
ministry. Describing the run-up to Jesus' sermon on the mount, Luke gives us
something of the composition and motivation of the crowd that had assembled to
hear the Savior. "A great number of people from all over Judea," he says, "from
Jerusalem, and from the coast of Tyre and Sidon" (Luke 6:17; cf. verses 12-16).
And why had they come? "To hear him and to be healed of their diseases. Those
troubled by evil spirits were cured, and the people all tried to touch him, because
power was coming from him and healing them all" (verses 18, 19).
Matthew, describing a similar scene, said that "people brought all their sick to
[Jesus] and begged him to let the sick just touch the edge of his cloak, and all
who touched him were healed" (Matt. 14:35, 36). "Great crowds came to him,
bringing the lame, the blind, the crippled, the mute and many others, and laid
them at his feet; and he healed them. The people were amazed when they saw
the mute speaking, the crippled made well, the lame walking and the blind
seeing. And they praised the God of Israel" (Matt. 15:30, 31; cf Mark 6:53-56).
That's powerful stuff!
Ellen G. White tells us that "there were whole villages where there was not a
moan of sickness in any house; for He had passed through them, and healed all
their sick."1
In Conclusion
Let's face it—Jesus said some difficult things that puzzle us. Scattered
throughout the Gospels are some of the most challenging ethical sayings one can
read anywhere. They will demand our continual study and struggle. In this
chapter we've barely scratched the surface.
3 John H. Yoder, The Politics of Jesus (Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 1972), p. 76.
2 Ibid., p. 401.
3 Ibid., p. 400.
6 Ibid.
All these Old Testament giants lived close to God, making it a habit to spend
time in His sacred presence. But none of them, nor all of them combined, could
match the intensity of Jesus' walk with His Father.
Those hidden years in Nazareth are virtually unknown to us, but if every tree
grows as it's bent, then we're correct in assuming that He had devoted those
years preceding his public ministry to the most concentrated preparation for any
assignment our planet has ever witnessed.
Even so, His first order of business following His baptism was to seek God
even more intensely. Thus we find Him heading into the Judean desert for a 40-
day interval of communion, prayer, and testing. For many of us— perhaps all of
us—this episode in Jesus' life represents an undertaking completely beyond our
frame of reference.
In his biography of the late Episcopalian bishop James A. Pike, David M.
Robertson provides a vivid description of the kind of terrain that Jesus would
have encountered during His desert retreat: "Daytime temperatures can soar as
high as 130 degrees Fahrenheit..., and the only shade available comes from
overhanging rocks. These small areas of relief must also be shared with the
traditional inhabitants of the desert, the scorpion and the serpent. The only other
frequently seen signs of animal life are the small and intensely energetic clouds
of black flies, immediately drawn to the sweat or the urine of the traveler."1
Ironically, Pike and his new wife, Diane Kennedy Pike, had ventured into the
forbidding region in search of evidence that would disprove certain cardinal
tenets of the Christian faith: the Incarnation, the virgin birth, and the Trinity. But
the story of their struggle for survival after the journey of one brief afternoon in
that desolate place only adds to the mystique of Jesus. Diane escaped with her
life—just barely—but her husband perished. A search party of Israeli soldiers
and police, backed up by helicopters and search dogs, found his body several
days later. He'd apparently plunged some 60 feet to his death while attempting to
climb out of a wadi.2
"It was . . . into this wilderness," Robinson notes, "that Jesus of Nazareth was
said to have retreated alone, to pray and fast."' Into this Godforsaken region that
had proved the undoing of the controversial bishop, Jesus had gone following
His baptism to reflect upon the mission before Him. And not for one brief
afternoon, but for 40 days!
What is it that kept Him struggling in that wretched site after 10 days? after 20
days? after 30? It was an intensity quite foreign to our own experience—a
spiritual concentration utterly beyond our knowledge, a pursuit of mystical
intimacy that leaves us wordless with wonder.
How was He able to function in active struggle (not listless passivity) that
long without food in such an inhospitable setting? Moses went 40 days, but he
happened to have been in the very presence of the living God, and it would not
be unreasonable to assume some kind of supernatural sustenance. The Bible says
that Jesus "ate nothing during those days" (Luke 4:2). In those hostile
surroundings He faced hunger, extreme heat, and danger from reptiles and other
predators. Did He drink water from some solitary spring? We don't know that.
But if He did, then that would have been all that passed His lips.
I suspect we shall never know all that happened to Jesus in that isolated spot.
And as to the reason for it, that too is beyond us. Who of us can understand the
kind of spiritual intensity that dwelt in the breast of Jesus? Who of us can fully
conceive what it meant to have a mission such as His? And who of us can know
conceive what it meant to have a mission such as His? And who of us can know
what change comes to the whole psyche of one who carries on His shoulder such
a cosmic burden? Here we must be content to operate in the dark, with no other
examples to make comparisons.
How was He protected from the creatures of the wild—the venomous snakes,
the serpents, the beasts of prey? We don't have all the answers. But one
statement in Mark is informative: "He was with the wild animals, and angels
attended him" (Mark 1:13). Jesus would have experienced no particular benefit
to have been attacked by such creatures. If we might put it this way, it was not in
God's plans for the Savior of the world to die from snakebite, or from a lion
attack, or from starvation, or as a result of a fall from some precipice. Angels
saw to that, making sure that He remained intact to face the real test, namely, the
spiritual one.
But perhaps such creatures did not touch Him for still another reason—and
here I enter into a little speculation, harmlessly so, I trust. Remember His
triumphal entry into Jerusalem before His death? Though Matthew leaves us
puzzled about the particular beast Jesus rode that day (see Matt. 21:7; cf. verses
1-6), Mark makes it clear: "When they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their
cloaks over it, he sat on it" (Mark 11:7).
From personal experiences that once came close to tragic, I know what it
means to ride a colt, the foal of a donkey, "which no one has ever ridden" (verse
2). It's a wild and dangerous affair! And anyone who's taken on one of these
beasts before they've been "broken in" understands that the colt Jesus rode that
Sunday did not behave in the usual manner. Nor, I suspect, did the wild creatures
in the desert around Him. I don't think we know anything about the deterrent
force accompanying the kind of spiritual energy and intensity that Jesus took
with Him into the wilderness.
For 30 years He'd imbibed the message of the prophets; for 30 years it had
been sinking into His psyche what was at stake in the redemption of the world;
and for 30 years the revelation had been building that He was the one sent from
God to execute the critical mission for the salvation of the world. And following
His baptism, He felt with a superhuman intensity the need for power
commensurate to the awesome task.
Now He headed into the desert, his entire being caught up in a power beyond
Himself, His entire psyche captured by an unearthly force, causing the creatures
of the wild to keep their distance.
At the Risk of Failure
The explicit reason for His wilderness foray was for testing (Matt. 4:1; cf.
Luke 4:2), and the archdeceiver was on hand to take advantage. Using the
Savior's extreme hunger as his tool, he desperately tried to drive a wedge
between Him and His Father, to wrench His firm grasp on God, to intrude upon
their intimate closeness.
Every other human being who ever lived on earth has succumbed to the
enemy's bait, one way or another. But Jesus must not go down that road. He was,
and had to remain, the "spotless" Son of God. Were He to stumble in a single
particular, the game was over for the human race—and with terrifying
consequences for the entire universe as well. It was an unspeakably taxing
mission. He was to struggle as we do, be tempted as we are, yet remain
immaculate. We might compare it to going through 33 years with your computer
—writing articles, doing homework, answering letters—and never making a
single mistake, never needing to use the delete key or the undo feature; like
driving for 33 years without a single infraction of any kind; like going through a
course in algebra or physics and getting every problem right; like playing the
piano for 33 years without ever once hitting the wrong note.
That was Jesus' lot. He came not just to set an example in selfless living, but
to die as the sinless one, and thereby bring salvation to the world. Hence His
total concentration, the utter intensity of His walk with God—nothing could be
taken for granted, nothing left to chance. The fate of an entire planet—and, in a
sense, the universe itself—was at stake. Those 40 days in the desert represented
Jesus' final preparation for His mission.
"Satan in heaven had hated Christ for His position in the courts of God. He
hated Him the more when he himself was dethroned. He hated Him who pledged
Himself to redeem a race of sinners. Yet into the world where Satan claimed
dominion God permitted His Son to come, a helpless babe, subject to the
weakness of humanity. He permitted Him to meet life's peril in common with
every human soul, to fight the battle as every child of humanity must fight it, at
the risk of failure and eternal loss.'"4
3 Ibid, p. 4.
6 Ibid., p. 58.
CHAPTER 9
"O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe, That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.""
3 Ibid., p. 713.
8 George Matheson, "O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go," 1882.
9 Lee Strobel, The Case for Faith: A Journalist Investigates the Toughest
Objections to Christianity (Grand Rapids: Zondervan, 2000), pp. 17, 18.
CHAPTER 10
Born to Die
As human beings we've become accustomed to death. One out of one dies. It's
our lot. But none of us was born to die. Quite the contrary, we were born to live!
And we consider it tragic when someone dies "before their time," as we say—cut
down in their prime.
Jesus was different. He was born to die, volunteering to come in human flesh
precisely so that He could die for us. As He headed to Jerusalem for the last
time, He "began to explain to his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem and
suffer... at the hands of the elders, chief priests and teachers of the law, and that
he must be killed" (Matt. 16:21; cf. Mark 8:31). The Greek word dei (here
translated "must") is a forceful term, used to express necessity. Here, Bible
commentator R.C.H Lenski reminds us, it points to something willed by God for
the mission of the Savior. "These things 'must' take place," and Jesus Himself
wants them to—"for without them he could not redeem the world."7
Thus Jesus no longer avoids Jerusalem, as He'd done in the past. On the
contrary, He now purposefully heads there. We see the "must-ness" of that final
journey in the words of Luke: "As the time approached for him to be taken up to
heaven, Jesus resolutely set out for Jerusalem" (Luke 9:51). We see here a sense
of destiny. Events must reach their climax—that's why He'd come in the first
place. "Jerusalem would be the place of his sacrifice."8
In his great Pentecostal sermon Peter made the statement that Jesus "was
handed over to [the Jewish leaders] ... by God's set purpose and foreknowledge"
(Acts 2:23). The implication is that the trial and death ofjesus, far from being
accidental, had been divinely preordained.
But Jesus' death is as mysterious as His life. And in this connection, His
struggle in Gethsemane is utterly significant. "My soul is overwhelmed with
sorrow to the point of death," He says to Peter, James, and John (Matt. 26:38).
"And being in an anguish," Luke adds, "he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat
was like drops of blood falling on the ground" (Luke 22:44).
What was it that hung so heavy on the Savior during His time of crushing
agony? We will never comprehend what happened that night beneath those olive
trees. But it is there that He surrendered to God's inscrutable will. And that's
where, before a single blow from human hands had inflicted any physical pain
upon Him, He'd begun to die. Said Ellen G. White in a statement brimful with
theological depth: "Having made the [final] decision, He fell dying to the
ground""—right there in the grove! And it means that although Roman hands
later killed Him, the fatal blow had come much earlier, delivered by one giant,
corporate hand. Our collective sin had done Him in. The drinking of that terrible
cup points to a reality far beyond Roman nails or human battering—to
something of cosmic dimension, something mystical, something transcending
the ordinary events of space and time.
He was born to die, and He knew it. But it was not to be some secret event in
His bed at home or on some lonely hill. "Unlike some other religious figures,
such as the Buddha, how Jesus died matters greatly to Christians. It would be a
very different religion if Jesus had suffered a fatal heart attack on the shores of
the Sea of Galilee."10 No, His death was to be open to the world, a public
statement before the universe. "Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the desert,"
He'd said to Nicodemus, "so the Son of Man must be lifted up, that everyone
who believes in him may have eternal life'" (John 3:14).
"All our yesterdays," he said, "have lighted fools the way to dusty death."12
Death. There's something obscene about it. It could not be that we were created
as the hapless victims of this cruel monster. Rather, Christ became like us "that
by his death he might destroy him who holds the power of death—that is, the
devil—and free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of
death" (Heb. 2:14, 15). By His death Jesus kicked death in the teeth, and the day
is coming when this wretched enemy will be no more (1 Cor. 15:26). Through
the prism of the cross we may look beyond the horizon of this dark place we
now call home to a future bright with hope.
1994, p. 40.
2 I've written on this theme elsewhere. See Roy Adams, The Sanctuary:
5 Graeme Zielinski, "God, Don't Let Me Die Like This," Washington Post,
Aug. 18, 2000. p. 1.
6 Van Biema, p. 59.
8 Ibid., p. 635.
10 Woodward, p. 39.
11 Ellen G. White, in Signs of the Times, Dec. 30, 1889 (see also The Seventh-
of Christ."
2 T. R. Reid, "Hollow Halls in Europe's Churches," Washington Post, May 6,
2001, p. Al.
3 Ibid.
5 Ibid., A22.
6 The Book of Common Prayer: Canada (Toronto and London: Musson Book
Company, Ltd., n.d.), Hymn no. 163.
CHAPTER 12
Solidly Biblical
The ultimate test of any doctrine is whether it has a solid basis in Scripture.
And in regard to the fundamental concept of the sanctuary, no biblical scholar
would have the temerity to deny its pervasiveness through the entire Bible. The
sanctuary lay at the center of Israelite worship, and the New Testament makes
abundantly clear, both symbolically and explicitly, that a heavenly economy has
now supplanted the ancient one.
The major symbolic indication came as Jesus died. "At that moment,"
Matthew says, "the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom"
(Matt. 27:51). And the meaning is inescapable: the old order has irrevocably
been changed by the One who ripped that massive veil from the top, exposing to
full view a place once deadly sacred, but now no longer so. Henceforth, the
symbol spoke in words too clear to miss, the focus shifted from earth to heaven.
The one proclaimed by John as "the Lamb of God" (John 1:29) had just been
slain, Himself both priest and victim. And now, through His death, He would
enter, not an earthly sanctuary made with human hands, but rather "the true
tabernacle set up by the Lord, not by man" (Heb. 8:2).
Before the mob stoned him to death, Stephen in vision saw Jesus in that
sacred place, and expressed the sublime revelation in words that sent his
accusers poking fingers in their own ears to avoid the powerful testimony.
Stephen said: "'Look, I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right
hand of God'" (Acts 7:56).
One important thing to note in connection with "the present work" of Jesus in
the heavenly sanctuary is that it in no way detracts from His finished work on the
cross. We must maintain with the utmost insistence that when He died on
Calvary, Jesus made a full atonement for us. As I wrote in another place, when
Adventists speak of Christ's present work, "they imply no belittling of the
centrality of the cross. Rather, they mean to suggest that the cross reaches
beyond Calvary, beyond A.D. 31—into the heavenly sanctuary itself, the seat of
God's government, the nerve center of human salvation, where Jesus Christ has
entered for us within the veil, having been made High Priest forever after the
order of Melchizedek."2
Some have difficulty seeing how the two concepts could run parallel, not
conflicting with each other. We must be patient with them, but must never back
away from what is so clearly biblical, regardless of the number of Christians
who've never seen or embraced it.
1 Ellis Peters, The Sanctuary Sparrow (New York: William Morrow and Co.,
Beyond Imagination
For as long as I live, I think I will never forget that morning in Athens back in
1983. I'd arrived in the historic city from Tel Aviv at the ungodly hour of 3:00 in
the morning, inquired my way into the city, found a small hotel, and went to bed.
When I awoke about three or four hours later, the sun was high in the sky. I
pulled the curtains, looked out the window, and what I saw just about blew my
mind. Standing right there before my very eyes, in all its ancient splendor, was
the fond object of my boyhood dreams and fantasies, the Acropolis—the
Acropolis of Athens, with the Parthenon, that world-famous ancient temple,
standing at the top, all within walking distance from my hotel!
And as I made my way up to the place later that morning, passing by Mars'
Hill (where Paul once encountered Athens' sophisticated philosophers), I
intentionally took it very slowly, savoring every moment of the spectacular
scene, like a child not wanting dessert to finish. For as long as I live, I will never
forget the thrill of that exciting morning in Athens.
But nothing we can see here on earth, nothing we can experience this side of
eternity, can ever begin to compare with the glory awaiting us in the world
beyond. Said the apostle:
And the only reason we can even open our mouths about anything on the
subject is that "God has revealed them to us through His Spirit," the apostle
reminds us, "for the Spirit searches all things, yes, the deep things of God" (verse
10, NKJV). God has revealed them to us—not, of course, in all their detail and
splendor and magnificence, but sufficient for us to mumble a few words about
them. And one of the most sublime revelations of the Spirit came to the apostle
John.
As the story begins, we find the intrepid veteran of the gospel of Jesus Christ
banished to the desolate island of Patmos in the Aegean Sea—a penal colony.
We cannot kill him physically, concluded the Roman emperor Domitian. He has
even refused to boil (you probably remember the story of John's surviving a
caldron of boiling oil). So let's destroy him mentally. Let's wreck him
psychologically and emotionally. Let's give him time to go insane, time to rot
away his closing days to the grave amid the lizards and snakes and other
crawling creatures of Patmos. Let's toss him there, like a bag of trash, and
forget about him.
But the Lord had other plans for His aged servant. The angel of God came
down to Patmos that lonely Sabbath, transforming that dry, barren, inhospitable
place into the very gate of heaven. "I was in the Spirit on the Lord's Day," John
says, "and I heard behind me a loud voice, as of a trumpet, saying, 'I am the
Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last,' and, 'What you see, write in a
book'" (Rev. 1:10, 11).
So John wrote it down. And that document, the Apocalypse, having withstood
the battering rams of skeptics, atheists, agnostics, and high-powered biblical
critics across the centuries, has come down to us in all its unaffected power,
giving us a rare glimpse of the glory of the world beyond, and the fantastic
future awaiting every child of God.
"After these things," wrote the seasoned apostle, "I looked and behold, a great
multitude which no one could number" (Rev. 7:9, NKJV).
Sometimes, based on Jesus' statement in Matthew 7:14 (that only a "few" will
find the narrow way), we conclude that only a small number of people will be
saved. But that's true only in comparison with the number who'd be lost. We
should be encouraged to know that there'll be millions and millions and millions
of people saved in the kingdom of God—"a great multitude," John assures us,
"which no one could number." And they'll come from every place on earth—"of
all nations, tribes, peoples, and tongues" (Rev. 7:9). From North Korea;
Afghanistan; Turkmenistan; Iran; Yemen; and from every other country that
thinks it can somehow smother the gospel of Jesus Christ. Here they are,
standing in one mighty gathering around the throne of God.
As I picture it, what we have here in Revelation 7 is a description of our
arrival in heaven. Necks are craning everywhere, everyone trying to catch a
glimpse of Jesus Christ, the magnificent person who made it all possible. We're
standing before the throne of God and the Lamb, the apostle says, "clothed with
white robes," and with palms of victory clutched in our hands (verse 9, NJKV).
And we're crying out "with a loud voice, saying, 'Salvation belongs to our God
who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb!'" (verse 10, NKJV). And "all the angels
stood around the throne and the elders and the four living creatures, and fell on
stood around the throne and the elders and the four living creatures, and fell on
their faces before the throne and worshiped God, saying:
I call this the celestial welcome for the redeemed, a great victory celebration
for the new arrivals. A time of praise and exuberance, people are laughing and
crying for joy, skipping and dancing, hugging and holy-kissing everywhere. It's
sheer, unadulterated bliss—beyond fantastic! And we've only just begun!
Despair or Hope?
The last week of 2006 was billed Armageddon Week on the History Channel
in the Washington, D.C., metro area, and on December 26 it ran a program
entitled "Last Days on Earth," depicting "the seven deadliest threats to
humanity." Scientists have now joined religionists in coming up with their own
apocalyptic scenarios, the program said, and none of them is rosy.
More than 99 percent of the species that ever existed on earth are now extinct,
one astrophysicist said, and "sooner or later our luck will run out." An asteroid
can wipe us out or a flu pandemic can depopulate the planet. Some star could
collapse, producing gamma rays, "radioactive light brighter than a million
trillion suns." "Imagine if that power were unleashed on us," intoned the
moderator. Our chances of survival would be less than zero. Black holes, long
thought to be stationary, are now believed to be moving at rates as high as 1,000
miles per hour—invisible "cosmic vacuum cleaners" that can suck in our entire
planet like a speck of dust. Textbooks 100-200 years ago, one astrophysicist
said, presented the universe to us as a peaceful, gentle place. But "we have come
to learn that the universe has no shortage of ways it can kill us."
British mathematician-philosopher Bertrand Russell, in a 1903 essay, painted
a similarly bleak outlook of the future. "All the labors of the ages," he said, "all
the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are
destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system, and ... the whole
temple of Man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a
universe in ruins."6
How hopeless! What if such dire prospects defined our destiny?
During an equestrian event in Virginia in May of 1995 an unexpected stop by
his horse in the middle of a jump sent American actor and Hollywood superstar
Christopher Reeve flying over the animal's head. The accident virtually
separated his head from the rest of his body. In an ingenious operation, doctors
at the University of Virginia Hospital managed to reattach his skull to his spinal
column,7 but the actor once lauded as "Superman" by a zillion fans in the United
States spent his final years as a quadriplegic, immobile in a wheelchair.
In his dreams, Reeve wrote in his autobiography, "I'd be whole again. I'd go
off and do wonderful things, I'd be riding again, or I'd be with [wife] Dana and
[son] Will, or...I'd be acting in a play."8 In those dreams, he said in an interview,
"I'm always whole, always active." "I have never had a dream in which I am
disabled in a wheelchair."9
Reeve's deep-seated yearning for wholeness represents, I believe, the
universal dream of humanity. What if there existed no cure for the malady of sin,
the greatest tragedy of all? What if there was no remedy for our crippled planet?
Thank God there is a "cure"! Neither Russell's dark vision of the future nor the
scientists' nightmare forecasts of what's ahead will ever be our destiny.
Said the ancient prophet: "The ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to
Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and
gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away" (Isa. 35:10, KJV). And we
read in Revelation 21:1 of "a new heaven and a new earth."
It will be a new world—a planet transformed. Perfect temperature; perfect
climate; no bugs; no allergies; no pain; no sickness; no disappointment; no
muggings; no wars; no pollution; no racism; no exploitation; no poverty; no
slums; no police; no prostitution; no gambling; no crime of any kind. No more
death; and no more taxes!
And, thank God, Jesus—heaven's chief attraction—will be there. I look
forward to meeting Him, from whom I've personally received nothing but
kindness. To look in His face, sit at His feet, place my hand in His nailpierced
ones, and see what He wrote in His journal that horrible day in September 2001.
To draw one deep, long breath and sense it's the unpolluted atmosphere of the
Paradise of God. To pinch myself and realize I'm really home!
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7 Christopher Reeve, Still Me (New York: Random House, 1998), pp. 14, 15.
See also Chip Crews, "The Role We Can't Escape," Washington Post, May 3,
1998.
8 Reeve, p. 45.
9 Crews.