February    2005

 

 

 

Dear Mt. Olive Family and Friends,

It's likely that you haven't heard of him, but you know much about his great-grandfather.  His great-grandfather was a renowned king and a writer of inspiring (and inspired) poetry.  His great-grandfather was also guilty of crimes that today would yank him from his throne and land him in the electric chair.  His name was Abijah.  His great-grandfather was David.

That's why I find this reference to Abijah in I Kings interesting, to say the least: "He committed all the sins his father had done before him; his heart was not fully devoted to the Lord his God, as the heart of David his forefather had been,"  (I Kings 15:3).  Abijah had gone the way of Rehoboam his father, the way of idolatry.  But it's the last part of the verse that I find utterly amazing - the complimentary reference to David.

Yes, David was honored as king for forty long years.  He was privileged to have two cities, Jerusalem and Bethlehem, called the "city of David."  He was given the noble task of serving as the Spirit's penman in composing some of the most expressive poetry this world has ever known.  And yes, because Jesus was later born from David's ancestral line, Jesus was often referred to as the "son of David."

But David also had a closet full of ugly skeletons.  He was a less-than-ideal husband and a far-from-perfect father.  As a result, one of his sons became a rapist, and another a murderer.  His home was an incessant war zone where peace remained a distant dream.  His defiled daughter lived out her days a desolate woman, and his rebellious son brought him shame and disgrace, yet it broke his heart when he learned of his violent death.

When reading from David's Spirit-breathed diary, the lament and pain within his wounded heart become most vivid and clear.  He struggled.  He hurt.  He cried.  He wrestled with men; he wrestled with his flesh; he wrestled with Satan; he wrestled with God.  He was weak and often fell.  He broke every commandment.  In short, he was just like you and me!

So why the divine tribute?  Why is David called "a man after the Lord's own heart." (I Samuel 13:14, Acts 13:22)?  Others could justifiably find less complimentary terms for this sinful mortal.

The answer has to do with David's heart.  He knew that his heart, that is, his true, inner self, his feelings, attitudes, thoughts, intentions, and motives, were less than pure.  He was brutally honest with himself and his God.  Knowing the corruption of his own heart he prayed,  "Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me," (Psalm 51:10).  He was surely in complete agreement with the words recorded by his son, "Who can say, 'I have kept my heart pure; I am clean and without sin?'"  (Prov 20:9).

Even more, however, the answer lies in God's heart.   The Lord, who looks upon the heart as opposed to a person's outward appearance, is not offended by our honesty.  Quite the contrary.  His displeasure comes when He finds a proud and faithless heart that feels no need for confession and forgiveness.

In the heart of God lies an undying love and unending longing for lost sinners.  Lost sinners like David.  Lost sinners like you and me.  His heart beats with compassion for us all.  His heart longs for us to come Home.

As Valentine's Day approaches, talk of hearts increases.  Beautiful poetry is exchanged.  Tender words are whispered.  Hearts are warmed by human love.  This is good.

Even better is the opportunity we have each day to reflect upon the tender heart of God, to be warmed by His love, and to ponder our relationship with Him.  The writer to the Hebrews encourages, "Let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience..."  (Hebrews 10:22).  Quite an invitation!  It comes from an amazing God!  A sincere heart is one that is honest and contrite before God and that rests, by faith, on Jesus.  Such a heart (conscience) is cleansed of all guilt through the sacred blood of Jesus that was sprinkled on the altar of the cross.

Amazingly, our merciful God of grace has chosen to take up residence within our hearts.  Consider this:  while God is on His throne in heaven, He is, at the same time, at home in each believer's heart.  Isn't that remarkable?  Jesus is the only King whose kingdom is the heart!

But while my lips sing "To Thee my heart I offer, O Christ-child sweet and dear," (Hymn #43, CW) that same heart knows how sinister and evil it really is.  It knows itself to be false and fickle and faithless.  It accurately discerns itself to be disloyal, deceitful and even devious.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist but only a candid inner glimpse to see the truth of God's words, "every inclination of man's heart is evil from childhood," (Genesis 8:21).  And, as Jesus reminds us, from a contemptible heart flows contemptible deeds:  "For out of the heart come evil thoughts, murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false testimony, slander," (Matthew 15:19).

That Jesus should choose to make His home in my heart is beyond me!  Exactly!  It is beyond me, beyond us all.  It is of God.  There is no greater love!

God looks for broken hearts, hearts that have been crushed by the Law.  He cherishes hearts have been battered and bruised and that long for rest in His bosom. "The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise,"  (Psalm 51:17).

Hold my heart in Your healing hands,

Take my thoughts and help me understand;

Help me break without falling apart,

In Your hands I place my hurting heart.*

Though my heart rarely makes a presentable home for Jesus, - indeed, it is incapable of ever doing so, - He moves in nonetheless.  He begins to remodel and renovate.  And each time I fill His home with my garbage, He dumps it at the foot of His cross.  At the same time, He creates a longing within me, a longing to be more like Him.  A longing to sin no more.  A longing to turn every portion of my inner being over to Him.

Not that it's easy!  Nor will such a transformation ever be complete this side of eternity.  Satan, the allurements of this sin-infested world, and my own weak and sinful flesh also seek to claim my heart.  The battles are long and the fighting fierce.  The agony of defeat seems a more regular occurrence than the thrill of victory.  Pain, heartache, confusion, doubt, uncertainty, plague life and complicate reality.  So it is with all of us who embrace Jesus as Savior and Lord.  But ...

Jesus, He meets you where you are.

Jesus, He heals your secret scars.

All the love you're longing for is Jesus,

The Friend of a wounded heart.**

True love will never turn it's back on us though we slip and fall and slip again.  True love will continue to hug us in our weakness and hold us up in our frailty.  Jesus Christ is true Love!  His heart brings hope and help and healing.

David was, indeed, a man after the Lord's own heart.  So am I.  So are you.  Not because any of us have earned such distinction, but because - only because - God's heart is big enough to embrace and enfold weak and frail sinners and to welcome all who come humbly into His presence.  Sometimes the simplest of prayers speak the profoundest thoughts of the heart:

Dear God,

I'm sorry!

I really am.

That's all I have to say today;

You understand.

Thank you.  Amen.***

Your heart is in good hands! Nail-scarred hands!  And He who holds your heart in His hands also holds you in His heart.  Thank you, dear Jesus, for the precious love of your tender heart!

Sharing His love,

Pastor Carl Henkel

 

* "Hold My Heart" song by Annie Herring

** "Friend of a Wounded Heart" song by Wayne Watson

*** from "A Second Look" poem by Gerhard E. Frost

 

(This article first appeared in the February, 1996, Olive Branch.)