I like old things. I have always liked old things. I like rummaging through dusty attics and poking around in antique stores and scrounging for bargains in thriftshops. I prefer classic cars and vintage motorcycles over their younger cousins, and understand completely when some old – timer mourns, “They just don’t make ‘em like they used to!”
There is such a history in old things! Even inanimate objects have a memory! When you run your hand over the fender of a Model T, or grip the handlebars of a ’39 Indian, memories of a former life drift up and hover in the air like dust motes on a sunbeam. You can sense the people who have owned it, the places it has been, the things it has seen. It makes me glad to see some old thing restored and put to good use by someone who loves it.
Bob and I have a motorcycle named Lazarus, because it was raised from the dead. For years it had stood, broken and neglected, behind the door of a barn. The seat was torn, it was missing a tire, there was rust on the tank, and the motor was blown. To me, it looked deader than a doornail. But, when Bob looked at it, he saw that bike not as it was, but as it would be when he got finished with it. Then, he proceeded to lovingly bring it back to life—hence the name.
God must look at us like that – like some old relic from the beginning of time. When God first created us, we were shiny and new and in perfect working order. But, the world has a way of wearing you down, and it didn’t take long before we were like fine machines that have stood too long behind the barn door; rusty and broken and missing some parts.
But, God has a passion for restoration! When God looks at us, he doesn’t see us as we are. He sees us as we will be when he gets finished with us. Then, he proceeds to lovingly bring us back to life. He binds up our broken hearts and smooths out our rough edges, and before long, weare up and running again, as God intended.
We are Easter people! People who were deader than a door nail, but now, are alive again in Christ; put to good use by our God, who loves us.
Slowly, but surely, God is restoring all things to himself. He started out with Jesus – the first to be resurrected. How I’d love to poke my head into that empty tomb, see the grave cloths, the stone on whichJesus lay his head! How I’d love to see Jesus,completely restored to his former glory, (give or take a scar or two.)
That day will come. Someday, when I least expect it, the trumpet will blow, the clouds will part, and Jesus will gather me in his arms and take me home to live with God forever! And, I will be changed! This old body of mine will be restored to the days of my youth, and I will forget all about old things. I will be too busy enjoying the new! That is the promise of Easter – the hope in which we who love the Lord live. May you see signs of restoration all around you this Easter as never before!
Blessings, Pastor Barb <><
Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing. Isaiah 43:18-19a