Notes of Faith July 9, 2024
One-Name Wonders
Iddo. Junia. Sheerah. Asenath. Jochebed. Priscilla. Zipporah. Aquila. Archippus. Apphia. Onesimus. Nympha. Epaphras.
So many of the phrases I’ve circled in my Bible contain a name. A single name — sometimes with a sentence of explanation, and sometimes these monikers fly solo. Names containing mostly unknown stories and glories, these secondary and tertiary characters in God’s epic love story nestle into the folds of my brain and circle around there.
Did Asenath, daughter of the pagan priest of On and wife of Jacob’s son Joseph, have any inkling of her status as the mother of the two half tribes of Ephraim and Manasseh, and the outsized part they would play in God’s story? Did she know that Ephraim and Manasseh would replace Reuben as the firstborn of the nation? Did she know that Jewish children would be blessed with the words “May God make you like Ephraim and Manasseh” (Genesis 48:20) still today? Did she understand her rare position as an outsider grafted into the family tree of God’s people?
Which prophecies caused Iddo’s hands to shake as he recorded God’s words and warnings during the reign of Solomon and Jeroboam? Where are his words now?
What kind of city builder was Sheerah? Did she draw up ancient architectural plans?
What kingdom exploits did Nympha participate in?
I truly think on these and so many other names. Perhaps because I have generally played lesser-seen characters onstage and been an understudy, I find these parenthetical people particularly intriguing. In college we were often assigned the task of researching secondary characters, filling in the societal and cultural blanks, deciphering what their motivation might be for their onstage actions, words, and feelings. We tried to ferret out what the author intended to say through these characters. Though this is a far, far lesser metaphor for the same pursuit in the biblical narrative, I think this has always been the source of my bent to lean toward the unknowns, the hidden characters in the pages of Scripture.
God knows every unknown.
That word unknown used to cause my heart to pinch up a bit; how about yours? I’m a word girl to the marrow, but I don’t like this word. The word unknown makes me turn my head away. Unknown things, at least for me, feel shadowy, slightly dangerous, apt to wrap themselves like anchors around my legs and drown me.
Once, while I was visiting with a wise woman at my collegiate church, I received something that forever encapsulated my tendency toward hating the unknowns. After praying and talking with me, she said something akin to, “Allison, I imagine you as a young girl, presented with a beautifully wrapped present from your heavenly Father. But you won’t unwrap it because you’re afraid it contains snakes. But it doesn’t. It contains untold blessings. You stand frozen, looking at it, refusing to unwrap it. Unwrap the present.”
Sometimes I’m still tempted to believe that blessings always come with a billy club. But it’s not true. Scripture declares,
The blessing of the Lord enriches, and He adds no sorrow to it. — Proverbs 10:22 BSB
Slowly, the emotional fog is lifting; I dare to raise a new sail. Yesterday, my Tall Man and I were talking about the things we can’t see (the unknowns), and he said something powerful to me: “You’ve spent your whole life thinking if you can’t see it, it must be all bad. But what if you can’t see it, and it’s all good?”
I thought: I don’t have to know every loop-de-loop, because God does.
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Up and Up and Up
Recently, my family went on a trip to the mountains of North Carolina, and I thought it would be a dandy idea to walk across the Mile High Swinging Bridge at Grandfather Mountain, America’s highest footbridge. I thought I would lollygag right on across the bridge with plenty of cute family selfies to boot. How high and mighty of me!
I got to the edge of the bridge, started to take the first step, and then accidentally looked down. I pulled back to the platform of safety like a woman who had just been asked to do a triple gainer off a high dive into a pool of molten lava. I was terrified, which was odd to me because I had never, in all my life, struggled with heights — but that day, there was no way I was going to make it across that bridge without adult diapers.
Once I had caught my breath, I looked at my husband, my two sons, and countless others walking calmly across the bridge. After glancing at the safety wires going up to the neck of the bridge, I told myself, You can do it; just don’t look down. I looked at the destination and the objects of my affection — my husband and my sons (Levi, named for the priests, and Luke, a tip-of-the-hat to the beloved doctor of one of the Gospels) — the whole way across. I looked at where I was going and, step by careful step, I traversed it. And heavens, what a view was waiting for me on the other end!
The key to the whole experience was found in looking up, not down to the gorge below. The key was setting my mind on higher things. I could not help but think of Jesus, who set His heart and mind on the joy set before Him as He endured the unendurable.
Excerpted from Seen, Secure, Free by Allison Allen, copyright Allison Allen.
The world presents to us plenty of things to fear and yet God speaks to us over and over, “Fear not”. God created the world that we live in. He created it for Himself, and for you and me! In so doing, He told us to trust Him and to walk with Him forever in intimate relationship. We have failed many times, not trusting, not looking up, frozen, somehow believing that we cannot continue our journey. But God continues to provide the way, truth and life, if we would only come to Him with our fear, our sin, our repentance, even the faith He gives us to believe and trust Him. We can see Him through the eyes of faith and know Him intimately as He walks with us in every moment of our lives. Look, listen, and revel in the glory of His grace, mercy, and love for you. You will be immensely blessed!
Pastor Dale