Lo, His Doom is Sure

Mark 3:23-27

How can Satan cast out Satan? If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. And if a house is divided against itself, that house will not be able to stand. And if Satan has risen up against himself and is divided, he cannot stand, but is coming to an end. But no one can enter a strong man’s house and plunder his goods, unless he first binds the strong man. Then indeed he may plunder his house.

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As I stared at this chapter for a few moments, it dawned on me how often Jesus' teaching provides the central theme in a passage. Our eyes are drawn to the red letters, not because they are somehow more inspired than the narrative verses, but because Jesus is the main character. Like any well-written piece of literature, the main character often carries the message of the book, and this is no exception. It is only fitting that the all-knowing Son of God, who was living directly in the middle of this chapter's action, would provide a concise and penetrating commentary on what is going on around him.

So, what is going on around him? People are being healed of incurable diseases. Evil spirits are quite clearly and vocally being driven away from the oppressed. Some people respond to these miracles by crowding around Jesus, almost crushing him (3:9). Others, including his own family, think that he is out of his mind (3:21). The religious leaders especially make their opinion loud and clear: "He is possessed by Beelzebul" (3:22). He is accused openly of relying on Satan to do his work (notice how they were looking for a reason to accuse him all along - 3:2).

So, how does God in the flesh, the Creator of the Universe, respond to these venomous hearts of stone?

He gives them logic.

We know that Jesus was a little angry and grieved by their hard hearts (3:5), but he responds with self-control, using a rhetorical question that is meant to discredit them to the core. "How can Satan cast out Satan?" Of course, you fools! Don't you see that your doubts and skepticism and accusations and oppositions comes not from a righteous interest in the glory of God, but rather from an arrogant self-righteousness that cares only for its own reputation. It boils down to petty jealousy, a verdict that the Gospel writers often make note of.

Even as I write this, I think about the times when I have let accusatory thoughts boil and churn in my mind concerning some brother or sister in Christ. Verse 3 penetrates me so deeply when I read it because I know my own tendencies to look for reasons to accuse. It's ironic really, because as the religious leaders accused Jesus of working by Satan's power, it was really them all along who were tearing down themselves and others by the power of the evil one. When we dwell on the mistakes and failings of those around us, we are not only being unforgiving and wasting a lot of time, but we are doing the devil's work. How can we, who claim to cast all our hope on the humble Son of God, turn from his throne of grace and seek to blame and condemn our fellow believers? Perhaps a quiet hour meditating on the mercies of God (Rom. 8) or thinking through the folly of judgmentalism (Rom. 14) would be a good place to start.

Or, maybe we can start in Mark 3, by meditating on the Man who poured out his life in healing the weakest of the weak so that our Enemy would be forever bound and his unholy house forever destroyed. May we turn to our Savior, who not only holds the staff of comfort, but the rod of protection, to keep us from the evil one. And we know too, that "lo, his doom is sure," as Luther so powerfully sang:

And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,*
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.

*see Rev. 12:12 and 20:7ff.

In Memory of Lynn

Psalm 16:9-11

Therefore my heart is glad,
and my whole being rejoices;
my flesh also dwells secure.
For you will not abandon my soul to Sheol,
or let your holy one see corruption.
You make known to me the path of life;
in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

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These words were so powerfully exemplified in the life of Lynn McGary. While I only knew her for a relatively short while, she convinced me that true joy could only be found in a deeply experienced relationship with God, through Christ. There is no other way to explain the fullness of joy that characterized her during periods of such physical pain and suffering. Lynn found her joy in the presence of her Savior, and it showed.

The LORD is my chosen portion and my cup; you hold my lot.

There are very few people who have experienced a life of complete dependence on God. Lynn, you have made the Lord your portion in ways that have been truly amazing. You have seen miracles great and small: bills paid, needs met, people saved, and lives transformed. You have spent your life banking on the "beautiful inheritance" of obedience to God, rather than experiencing the "sorrows of those who run after another god."

I bless the LORD who gives me counsel; in the night also my heart instructs me.

We can sing with the psalmist about the gratitude we feel for Lynn's incredible counsel. How did you have the strength to stay up into the morning hours, pouring out your wisdom to bumbling young people? How could you know that your words would fundamentally shape the way that Donna and I look at each other, look at our children, and look at the world God has made? You knew, because you were drawing up the waters of wisdom from a well that has stood the test of time: the eternal Word. Truly, God has used you to "make known to me the path of life."

The last time we saw you, you were lying in a hospital bed. We came all that way to perhaps bring some small bit of comfort or encouragement. But, when we brought Gracie in to see you, you mustered the strength to smile, and even play peek-a-boo using your oxygen mask. Your fullness of joy could not be overcome. Instead, your joy overflowed and overcame the sadness. You depended upon the Source of life, and He shone through you so brightly, it was almost too much to behold.

Why did you love so deeply, so joyfully, so selflessly?

I want to spend the rest of my life finding out.

Thank you for the life you gave.