A Question of Honor

Background Passages: Malachi 1:6-8, I Chronicles 16:25-29, Matthew 4:10, and I Peter 3:15

Two sons were born to a family named Taylor in England in the early 1800s. The older son set out to make a name for himself in Parliament. The younger son gave his life to Christ.

Hudson Taylor, the younger of the two brothers, wrote about his decision, “Well do I remember, as in unreserved consecration I put myself, my life, my friends, my all, upon the altar. I felt I was in the presence of God, entering into covenant with the Almighty.”

Taylor journeyed to China and the obscurity of life as a foreign missionary. As a result, he is known and honored by Christians on every continent for his faithful service and the founder of China Inland Mission. This verse is etched on his tombstone.

“He that does the will of God abides with him forever.” (I John 2:17)

The older son gained none of the fame and prestige he so desired. There are no monuments in London or elsewhere in Great Britain portraying his likeness. No verse scribbled on his tombstone. He is listed in the Encyclopedia Britannica only as “the brother of Hudson Taylor.”

Our culture talks a great deal about “honor” as a noun. Hudson Taylor received many honors (noun) for his life’s service. Yet, it is because of his life and commitment to God that he is honored (verb).

James McMenis, pastor and founder of Word of God Ministries, wrote in an 2020 blog that he was taught that honor goes “down, out and up.” He said, “It does not matter what position you hold, how hard you have worked or how much authority you think you have. Honor is essential at all times. If honor to our heavenly father is not executed, you cannot (possibly) honor those beside or below you. That idea begs some interesting questions.

Maybe I’m picking nits, but as I read the story of Hudson Taylor, I wondered, is God honored (verb) by our worship? Does he feel our praise and receive our tribute? Do we, through our worship, give God the honor (noun) due him? Do we approach him through our worship in sincerity and reverence?

How do we honor God through our worship?

Let me begin by saying God is worthy of our worship and our honor. As the creator God who made all things…as our father who loves unconditionally…as the provider God who gives us all we need…as author of our salvation through his son…he is worthy of worship and honor is due him.

“For great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; he is to be feared above all gods. For all the gods of the nations are idols, but the Lord made the heavens. Splendor and majesty are before him, strength and joy in his dwelling place. Ascribe to the Lord, O families of nations, ascribe to the Lord glory and strength, ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name. Bring an offering and come before him; worship the Lord in the splendor of his holiness.” (I Chronicles 16:25-29)

God is worthy of worship and we are commanded to honor him by his own son. In response to Satan’s temptations, Jesus declared, “You must worship the Lord your God and serve him only.” (Matthew 4:10)

As Christians, we gather for worship every Sunday. The opportunity is there. Sadly, much like those Malachi addressed in the Old Testament, just sitting in the pew doesn’t equate to worship. Just because we attend church regularly doesn’t mean we are honoring God with our presence.

Malachi, the last of the minor prophets in the Old Testament and the author of its last book, spoke at length about the question of honor.

Malachi came forward at a time after the Jewish exile and after the rebuilding of the temple by Zerubbabel. The Persian king Artaxerxes let his cupbearer Nehemiah return from captivity to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. After completing his task, Nehemiah returned to his king. During his absence, the people of Israel rebelled once again, turning from God to do what was pleasing in their eyes.

When Nehemiah came back again to Jerusalem, he found that everything he taught them to do had been abandoned. No tithes filled the coffers. No Sabbath remained unbroken. The priests had become corrupt.

Malachi began to call out the corruption and to call them to a worship that honors God.

“A son honors his father and a servant his master. If I am a father, where is the honor due me? If I am a master, where is the respect due me” says the Lord Almighty. “It is you, O priests, who show contempt for my name.’ But you ask, ‘How have we shown contempt for your name.” (Malachi 1:6)

Certainly, there were those who divorced themselves from God and refused to worship at all just as there are people like that today. Malachi speaks to a different group, though. In this passage, Malachi is speaking to the priests…those responsible for worship.

God, through Malachi, asks them where is the respect and reverence due the father and master?

This is what stands out to me in this passage. This is the shot across our bow as we prepare for worship Sunday. As we prepare to honor our father through our worship.

In response to the accusation levied by God through his prophet, the priests are dumbfounded. They can’t believe what they’re hearing. See how the conversation plays out in Malachi 1:7-8.

“But you ask, ‘How have we shown contempt for your name?’”

“You placed defiled food on my altar.”

“But you ask, ‘How have we defiled you?’”

“By saying that the Lord’s table is contemptible. When you bring blind animals for sacrifice is that not wrong? When you sacrifice crippled or diseased animals, is that not wrong? Try offering them to your governor! Would he be pleased with you? Would he accept you? says the Lord Almighty…Oh that you would shut the temple doors so you would not light useless fires on my altar!” I Chronicles 16:7-8)

The priests had taken so many shortcuts in worship for so many years, they didn’t even realize their hearts were no longer in it. Worship had become so commonplace, so routine, they didn’t even realize they were no longer genuinely worshipping God. They didn’t know their worship was void of honor. They were there. They were in the temple. They were doing the things they were supposed to do. God could not see their sacrifices or hear their words as worship.

Worship was no longer their primary aim or purpose for coming to the temple. They simply took for granted the opportunity to praise and worship the Almighty God.

Taking things for granted is easy to do, no matter how important they can be to life.

I’ve watched with amazement as my oldest son, Adam, worked hard to recover from the debilitating effects of his stroke. I am grateful for the prayers of many and thankful to God for his answers as Adam continues to improve weekly. While his recovery is slower than any of us would want, Adam’s hard work, the assistance of the therapists and your answered prayers are making it happen.

As he worked through therapy, Adam told me how he had to tell the synapses of his brain to fire to get his fingers to grip anything or his leg to move even a step. I can only imagine what that feels like. We do a lot of things without thinking about how to do them.

When was the last time you thought about picking up a pencil with your left hand? Most of us just pick it up without having to tell our fingers to close around it. When was the last time you had to think about taking a step? Most of us just get off the couch and start walking without willing our left leg to move.

We tend to take things for granted until they are stripped from us.

So, it begs the question. When was the last time you thought about worship? We get up on Sunday and come to church, with the world heavy on our minds. We sit by each other without speaking. Sing a song or two without hearing the words. Listen to a sermon, carefully prepared and delivered, without letting the message sink in.

Trust me. Even as I write this next sentence, I know the “we” is equally “I,” for I am equally guilty. I suspect as we sat in church last Sunday pretending to worship, we might have heard God telling us, “You have shown contempt for my name.”

I also suspected we’d be as surprised as Malachi’s priests. Looking back into the sanctuary to the pew where we sat for the last hour, we’d be flabbergasted and stunned at the accusation.

“When did we show you contempt?”

When we sat there, going through the motions of worship without really turning our eyes to heaven, we showed contempt for God.

Man, that’s a harsh word I have to speak to myself far too often. I can easily get caught up in the things happening around me, get caught up in the things I’m doing…even when they are good things to do…that I forget to truly open my eyes and my heart to God in worship.

I think of those Christians in countries of the world so hostile to the Christian faith that they must gather in secret or face imprisonment or death. I saw a photograph this week of Ukrainian Christians kneeling in the snow praying for God’s protection of their country in the face of an impending military invasion from a country that would forbid their open worship. That’s worship that is honoring God. It shamed me for taking for granted the worship I can so freely experience.

So many of us take the opportunity for worship for granted that we stay away from church when going is inconvenient. I suspect we know we can always come next week. Yet, the more we stay away, the harder it is to return next week.

I suspect far too many of us will find our place in the pews this Sunday and immediately and spiritually check out of the service, lost in the burdens of the week behind or issues of the days ahead. We check out without understanding that the answers to those burdens or issues may well reside in the fellowship enjoyed, the songs being sung, the Bible verses shared or the message being delivered. Let’s not miss the chance this week to honor God by our presence and active participation in worship.

You see, worship is our way of honoring God. As McMenis reminds us, “Only by honoring God can we honor and serve those around us.” It is a thought echoed by Peter.

“In your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect.” (I Peter 3:15)

Let’s do something different this week. Let’s walk into church with a heart ready for worship. With purpose and intent to honor God for his love and grace for he is worthy of worship.

 

Enter His Gates

Background Passages: Mark 11:15-17; Psalm 100:4

If we aren’t careful, reading scripture can become too common place. We hear or read a story enough times and Jesus becomes a two-dimensional character we place on the felt board of our lives as the story unfolds.

When we’re able to make Christ real, the story fleshes itself out in colorful, three dimensions that gives us a new way of looking at God’s truth and inspires us to live life more abundantly.

Three verses in Mark. Four quick sentences. These 78 words tell the story of Jesus physically clearing the temple in a moment of righteous anger. It is an intense passage. I don’t know that it happened exactly like I envision it, but you don’t know it didn’t. Read with the intent of learning what it means to make his house a house of prayer and inclusion.

She shuffled inside the temple through its eastern gate,
caught in a stream of
hurrying humanity.
Pressing.
Pushing.
Prodding
An exhausting effort to
pass through the portal.

The massive crowd created an instant bottleneck.
at the narrow opening
Hundreds tried to enter
like sheep herded into a pen.

The petite, elderly woman.
Jostled.
Jolted.
Jammed through the gateway.
Once inside,
some hurried soul shoved her to the side.
Knocked her off balance,
scraping her wrist of the rough, stone wall.

She scanned the courtyard of the women,
rubbing the abrasion on her hand.
Blaring noise.
Braying animals.
Barked insults.
Smells and sounds stunned her senses.
Every face that passed reflected a patience worn thin
by long lines.
Angry haggling.
Inhospitable hearts.

Slowly she meandered through the booths,
handing over her temple tax to a scowling priest.
Paying her pennies
for a sacrificial dove.
Exorbitant fees left two coins in her bag.

A Jewish convert from Syria.
A trip of a lifetime.
A demanding and dangerous
journey to Jerusalem.
In her heart,
worth every toilsome step to pray
to the living God.
In His home.
His temple.

Pictured this moment in her heart for years, but
she never expected such…
unholiness
in this most holy place.

Passed through the masses
deeper into the Court of the Gentiles.
Seeking a quieter place to pray.
Hawkish vendors pawed at her arms.
Plying their wares.
When she did not buy,
they pushed her away.
Cursed her family.
Cruel words.
Contemptuous sneers.

She moved again,
longing to feel God’s presence in
his temple.

Once…
Someone arguing at an elder of the temple
broke her reverent conversation.

Twice…
Someone yelled at her
as she settled to her knees.

Three times…
Someone shoved her against the wall
as they jockeyed for position.

Tears flowed down her wrinkled face.
Tired.
Traumatized.

Disillusioned.
Disheartened.

*****

A few minutes before,
Jesus and his disciples entered the temple court
through the same eastern gate.
A long journey from Capernaum
in obedience to the call of Passover.
The last Passover
before the passion
of the cross.

Jesus steeled himself against the revulsion he felt
every time he entered the unruly atmosphere.
Particularly rowdy and quarrelsome this year.

Muttered to his disciples
“How can anyone worship like this?”

Worked his way through the crowd
Brushing aside the moneychangers and sellers.
Hearing the relentless haggling over
price and
product.
Anger boiled with each passing moment.

Jesus’ head snapped to a commotion on his left.
An elder in the Temple.
Shouted and shamed
a man who refused to pay the asking price for a
blemished lamb.
A lamb unsuitable for sacrifice.
Unworthy of God’s blessing.

Too late Jesus stepped to intervene.
The elder drove the man back
with fisted rebuke,
pushing him into and over an elderly woman
kneeling at the wall,
offering her prayers amid the
chaos and confusion.

The master could tolerate no more.
Grabbed two cords from a vendor’s stand.
Wrapped them around his wrist.
Held tightly in his calloused hand.
A crack of the improvised whip.
A shout that bounced off the temple walls,
Jesus cried out,

“Enough!”

People spun around.
Stared.
Shocked.

The old Syrian woman backed against the wall.
Avoided the man in the dusty robe as he charged by.
She watched in awe as he…
Moved quickly to a moneychanger’s table,
tossing it aside as if it were made of papyrus.
Scattered a bag full of coins
across the dusty ground.
Pushed over a nearby fence holding a small herd of sheep.
Drove them toward the gate and
outside the temple

People scattered.
Ran from the man with furious eyes.

Above the din,
she heard again…

“Enough!”

Picking up an armful of cages holding the doves,
the man shoved them forcefully
into the arms of a temple guard.

“Take them and go!
Now!”

The elderly woman startled in fright.
A burly merchant jumped in front of the man.
Beefy hands stretched out to stop him.
Eyes intent on malice.

The man with the whip froze.
Held the index finger of his right hand
inches from the merchant’s face.
Dark eyes glared at the storekeeper.
An explicit,
unspoken
message.

“Don’t even think about it!”

The merchant cowered.
Grabbed his possessions.
Fled toward the gate without looking back.

The woman stood with her mouth agape.
Fascinated by the
presence and power
on display.

As he encountered each Gentile worshipper,
he looked intently into their eyes.
Urged them,

“Please wait.”

Then, in a whirlwind of God’s wrath,
He turned to another merchant,
driving them from the temple.

A swirl of dust.
The man stretched out his arms.
Grabbed the edge of the heavy wooden gates.
Watched the mass of fleeing humanity.

“My Father’s house is for all nations a house of prayer.
You have turned it into a den of thieves!”

“Enough!”

Slammed shut the doors.
Sealed the ensuing silence
into the courtyard of God’s temple.

The elderly woman and dozens of desiring worshippers
Stood still.
Shaken.
Silent.

*****

Jesus stood still at the entrance
breathing heavily.
Head bowed.
Tears of sadness stained dusty cheeks.
Rubbed his eyes and face
as he calmed his emotions.

Troubled worshippers…
Clung tightly to one another.
Clustered in tiny groups,
gathered across the courtyard.

Shocked priests…
Huddled in the far corner.
Trembling in a mixture of
terror and temper.

Stunned disciples…
Stood slack-jawed amid the overturned tables.
Astonished at the demonstration of physical power
never seen from their Lord.

Jesus looked at his closest friends.
Exhaled deeply.
Puffed out his reddened cheeks.
Shook his head slightly and…
with visible relief, winked.
“I’m okay.”

Jesus scanned the silent assembly.
Looked intently for the elderly woman caught in the middle.
He found her.
Crouched in a corner.
Leaning against the wall.
Knees pulled tightly to her chest.

He sat down beside her.
Smiled a self-conscious grin.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,
but I know you came to worship our God.”

They sat for a moment in silence. Jesus breathed deeply.

He pushed himself upward,
pressing his back against the stone wall.
He took her hands.
Led her to the center of the courtyard,
calling for the others to join him.
In the stillness of that moment,
Jesus led them in quiet prayer.

He motioned to the frightened priests.
Signaled them to quietly accept the offered sacrifices.
One by one.
The worshippers relinquished their tribute.
Moved to a quiet place.
Offering private praise
to the Lord Almighty.

Jesus watched the prayerful pass.
Spoke quiet words of encouragement.

The old, Syrian woman
moved slowly in the line of worshippers.
Waited for her moment to offer her dove to the priest.
As the line moved slowly forward, she
stopped in front of the man who cleared the temple.
With a look of gratitude
she raised a shaking hand, translucent with age,
placed it delicately on his cheek.
Patted it twice.
Inner joy bursting forth in a near toothless smile,
erasing 20 years from her elderly features.

Laughing quietly,
Jesus offered his arm.
They shuffled to a quiet corner.
Knelt together in the dust.
Offered more words of praise and worship to the Father.

What made this Passover different? The same chaotic scene played out every year upon Jesus’ arrival for Passover. The crowds. The clamor. The irreverence.

Every time he came to the temple, Jesus surely winced. Overwhelmed by the cacophony within the courtyard. Sickened by the difficulty of worshipping amid the clamor.

Yet, he never reacted outwardly to his inner revulsion…never yielded to the rising bile of anger in his throat.

The disturbance this time triggered a different response. This time he would enter Jerusalem’s temple for the last time…on his way to the cross. Jesus chose this time to make a bold statement about worship so seriously misunderstood and misrepresented by the myopic temple authorities.

In a graphic way Jesus reminded them that God’s house is a place of reverence.

In a graphic way Jesus confirmed that personal prayer lies at the heart of worship.

In a graphic way Jesus warned against attitudes and behaviors that impede the worship of another.

In a graphic way Jesus insisted that God’s house would be an inviting place of prayer…for all nations. For all people.

Imagine a church today with no distractions. No dissension. No disdain for the different.

A church with no elitism. No exclusivity.

A church with no arrogance. No attitude that shuns the seeker. No action that serves as a stumbling block to real worship.

Imagine a church with its doors and hearts wide open. Ready for worship.

A church for whom God’s house echoes with prayer and praise…for all people.

Just imagine.

Then…

Make it so.

“Enter his gates with Thanksgiving; His courts with praise, Give thanks to Him and Praise His name.” (Psalm 100:4)

Author’s Note: The article above is a chapter pulled from one of my books, The Chase: Our Passionate Pursuit of Life Worth Living. If you’re interested in purchasing a copy of the book, leave a message on the comment section below.