Rebecca Stark is the author of The Good Portion: Godthe second title in The Good Portion series.

The Good Portion: God explores what Scripture teaches about God in hopes that readers will see his perfection, worth, magnificence, and beauty as they study his triune nature, infinite attributes, and wondrous works. 

                     

Wednesday
Oct142020

What Did Moses See?

“Scripture is boring!” I’ve heard people say this, and I’ve probably even thought it myself. But the more I learn about scripture, and the more familiar I become with it, the more interesting I find it. I am always learning something new.

While studying Hebrews 8 recently, I saw something I’d never noticed before. I’m not sure how I missed it, because it’s right there in plain writing. 

Let me show you. Here’s Hebrews 8:5:

[The levitical priests] serve at a sanctuary that is a copy and shadow of what is in heaven. This is why Moses was warned when he was about to build the tabernacle: “See to it that you make everything according to the pattern shown you on the mountain” (Hebrews 8:5 NIV).

The sanctuary in the Old Testament tabernacle was meant to be a copy and shadow of God’s heavenly dwelling. God’s home in heaven was the real deal, and the sanctuary of the tabernacle was only a temporary earthly replica of the heavenly reality.

What caught my attention was something in the quote from Exodus 25:40. God commanded Moses to construct the tabernacle like “the pattern shown you on the mountain.” When Moses was on Mount Sinai, God gave verbal intruction about how to build the tabernacle. But the verbal instructions, which are written down for us in Exodus 25-31 and 35-40, weren’t all God gave Moses. God showed Moses something that served as a pattern for tabernacle. This is what I hadn’t noticed before. Moses actually saw something he was supposed to replicate (See also Exodus 25:9; 26:30; 27:8).

Which brings up the question that kept my mind busy for a while: What exactly did Moses see? Did God show him a model of the tabernacle? A blueprint? A picture?

It could be any of those, I suppose. F. F. Bruce thinks there’s even a possiblity Moses was permitted to see “the heavenly dwelling place of God.”1 We know Moses saw “the form of the Lord” (Numbers 6:8), and God talked to him face. If anyone would be permitted at glimpse of God’s home, why not Moses?

It’s an intriguing thought, but it’s only conjecture. We just can’t know for certain what it was God showed Moses.

What we can know is that Jesus, our high priest, has not just seen God’s true dwelling place, but has entered it. What Moses (maybe) caught a glimpse of is the place where Jesus “always lives to make intercession for [us]” (Hebrews 7:25). He is “seated at the right hand of the throne of the Majesty in heaven, a minister in the holy places, in the true tent that the Lord set up, not man” (Hebrews 8:1–2). He now “dwells in God’s presence and ministers in the heavenly realm where God dwells.”2

And there’s more. Moses went to Mount Sinai, a place that made him tremble with fear (Hebrews 12:21), and God showed him something. But because of Jesus’s sacrifice of himself for us, believers “have come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem …” (Hebrews 12:22). Because Jesus is our high priest, we are already citizens of the city God has built. And our hope, our inheritance, is to one day dwell with God in this city. Unlike Moses was, we will not be afraid in God’s presence. We will be part of “a joyful assembly” (Hebrews 12:22) because Jesus, our high priest, has cleansed us from sin. 

1 F. F. Bruce, The Epistle to the Hebrews, page 184.
2 Thomas R. Schreiner, Commentary on Hebrews, page 243.

Sunday
Oct112020

Sunday's Hymn: My Heart Is Filled With Thankfulness

  

 

 

 

My heart is filled with thankfulness
To Him who bore my pain;
Who plumbed the depths of my disgrace
And gave me life again;
Who crushed my curse of sinfulness
And clothed me in His light
And wrote His law of righteousness
With pow’r upon my heart.

My heart is filled with thankfulness
To Him who walks beside;
Who floods my weaknesses with strength
And causes fears to fly;
Whose ev’ry promise is enough
For ev’ry step I take,
Sustaining me with arms of love
And crowning me with grace.

My heart is filled with thankfulness
To him who reigns above,
Whose wisdom is my perfect peace,
Whose ev’ry thought is love.
For ev’ry day I have on earth
Is given by the King;
So I will give my life, my all,
To love and follow him.

—Stuart Townend & Keith Getty Copyright © 2004 Thankyou Music 

 

Other hymns, worship songs, or quotes for this Sunday:

Saturday
Oct102020

Selected Reading, October 10, 2020

 

A few suggestions for your weekend reading and watching.

The Reformation

Why the Reformation Still Matters
October is the month when many are thinking about the Reformation” “Now is not a time to be shy about justification or the supreme authority of the Scriptures that proclaim it. Justification by faith alone is no relic of the history books; it remains today as the only message of ultimate liberation, the message with the deepest power to make humans unfurl and flourish. It gives assurance before our holy God and turns sinners who attempt to buy God off into saints who love and fear Him”—Michael Reeves.

Christian History

Samuel Crowther - The First African Anglican Bishop
From Simonetta Carr, another true story you probably don’t know: “Long forgotten, Samuel Crowther is now receiving new appreciation as church leader, linguist, and pioneer of missionary methods and approaches that respect religious and cultural upbringings without compromising biblical teachings.” 

Why the Nicene Creed?
The story and significance of the Nicene Creed, which was (and is) “a gateway into trinitarian doctrine.” 

Local (Sort of) Story

Northern towns straddling Canada-US border push to become pandemic bubble
Two very close, very small, and very remote towns are cut-off from each other by the Canada-US border closure. They want to become an exception to a rule that in their case doesn’t make much sense and causes hardship.