Remember when Jesus cursed the fig tree? Of course you do. A very familiar story.
Now do you remember the context? I sure didn’t. Recently someone unexpectedly asked me a question about the fig tree and I decided to go back and reread the passage before answering.
I was quite surprised that the context included the comment about those who really believe could toss a mountain into the sea. I shrugged it off. I am simply not there. Nor, frankly have I had any urge to relocate mountains. I am broadly fine with them on dry land.
It is one of those passages that seems to be a paradox. I see the words, but it doesn’t seem to work for me on Monday morning.
Or maybe it does.
I had occasion to do some deliverance later that same day. I discovered an unexpected cluster of critters in an unexpected place.
I spoke to them and told them it was game over and ordered them to hit the road. Not a single one made a move to lace up their Nikes.
After a generous five seconds, I asked them why they were still there when I had given them unambiguous orders. They came back with the same old, lame old I have heard 1,000 times. “Because we can.”
At which point I hit the play button on my standard rant about the death and burial and resurrection of Jesus the Christ from Nazareth and the fact that there was no asterisk or footnote on the end of the statement, “It is finished!”
Therefore, I didn’t just hold the trump cards, I held all of the cards. And their expectation of staying was just an illusion.
Before I was done, they left. Nothing new or surprising about that.
What was quite fascinating was the fact that when we were done, Sally reported hearing a conversation among them to the following effect.
“I really don’t want to leave but he believes that. He really, truly believes that and we don’t have a chance. I so don’t want to go, but he absolutely believes that . . . ”
Quite amusing. The little varmints were nicely confirming the word God spoke centuries ago.
So there we are. These ginormous blocks of granite that the locals call mountains are not much at risk of having to do a change of address while I am in town, because I don’t really believe I can toss them around like a tennis ball.
But you want to talk about the finished work of Christ on the cross, and my “believe software” is the premium elite platinum version when we open the app called “The Efficacy of Jesus’ Death and Resurrection.”
I not only believe, they absolutely know I believe and that there is not even a hairline crack in my belief software that they can exploit.
Copyright June 2017 by Arthur Burk
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