We are in the throes of Lent.
“I don’t like Lent,” one person said. “There’s too much doom and gloom.”
I get it. I really do. But Lent is in place for such comments as this. Lent keeps such a perspective from becoming the regular pace of the Christian life. Lent makes sure that we know the measure of the cost, and the significance of our inabilities in the face of that cost so that we don’t lose sight of the wonder of the cross and the empty tomb. I’m pretty sure you’ve heard me say this before… if you do not know the seriousness of the bad news—if your church and her preachers and teachers shy from the topics of Sin and Death and the stranglehold of Satan for the loftier clouds of spiritual sentimentality—you will be robbed of the joy and depth of the good news, the Gospel. Lent feels heavier than Epiphany. It feels heftier than Christmas and the Trinity season. Just know that while we may dodge this kind of stuff the rest of the year, it’s nearly impossible to do so during Lent. Each Sunday in Lent, you can count on hearing from the heavy hitters of Scripture—the texts that really clobber us—sometimes leaving us feeling as though we may be getting a lot more Law than Gospel. This coming Sunday is one of those Sundays. The Gospel reading is one that takes stamina to get through; that is, if you are really listening.
But not to worry. As far as it concerns me, the Gospel will always be there in the preaching. Yes, you will hear the bad news, but I won’t keep the Good News from you. If you hear of Jesus’ death and resurrection for your rescue, you’ve heard the powerful Gospel, and that message has the power to convert and convince the heart and bring a joy unequal to anything else this life has to offer.
Listen for it. I promise it will be there. I can make a promise like that because God has already promised and implanted it in His Word. I just plan on giving to you what He’s already given.