Romans 9:4-5 (ESV)
[4] They are Israelites, and to them belong the adoption, the glory,
the covenants, the giving of the law, the worship, and the promises. [5] To
them belong the patriarchs, and from their race, according to the flesh, is the
Christ, who is God over all, blessed forever. Amen.
In this chapter Paul anguishes over Israel’s rejection of her Messiah. Having
been given so many blessings that were intended to point them to Christ, they instead
rejected him. As I reflect on the first part of this chapter three questions occur
to me.
First, Israel was blessed with adoption, glory, the covenants, the law,
worship, and promises, yet they rejected their Messiah. As a result, Israel was
scattered to the four winds. It makes me wonder what will become of our nation
having been so blessed and having had such access to the Word of God yet
rejecting it? The gospel has been on this continent in the hands of Europeans
for 400 years. As a nation we had the printed Word of God. We planted churches
across this continent. We became the greatest, wealthiest, and most powerful
nation on earth. We sent missionaries around the world. Yet we also brought
slavery to this land. We robbed, murdered, and raped the indigenous people of
this land. We accumulated wealth only to heap up more wealth. If Israel was
judged, can anything less await this country?
Those questions are convicting, but the third question is perhaps the most
important. Are we as passionate about the lost as Paul? Paul wrote in Romans
9:23, “I have great sorrow and unceasing anguish in my heart. For I could wish
that I myself were accursed and cut off from Christ for the sake of my
brothers, my kinsmen according to the flesh.” What would we give up for the
sake of the lost around us? It is a convicting thought. Connecting with the
lost and sharing the love of Christ and the truth of the gospel is inconvenient.
It takes time. It means that I need to get to know someone I do not know that
may be very different from me. It means that I may need to love someone that is
not so lovable. It means that I need to care about people other than my family
and my circle of friends. I care about the lost overseas. I send money to
missionaries to do something about that. But I am offended when anyone suggests
that I should be doing here what missionaries are doing there. Do I really
care?
That is convicting. I don’t mind considering that America may some day be judged. I just hope it doesn’t happen when I am alive. I work to appreciate my blessings rather than complaining about what I do not have. But Paul’s passion and compassion for the lost is most convicting. That requires something of me. God, forgive me for my own hard heart. May I see my neighbors through your eyes of compassion and love.
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