Open thou mine eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of thy law.
Miracles are for disrupting the status quo. I like to think of it as God’s way of having fun. God loves to do the impossible. I’ve seen it many times, both in Scripture and in my personal life.
Now, we humans love having our minds blown – but not always the way God does it. Sometimes, His methods make us leap for joy; at other times, we have to sit and wonder what He is doing. Yes, we literally have to keep shut and let Him be God.
I’ve been peeking into the book of Luke lately, bites and pieces, here and there. These stories though, they just jump out at me without warning and I can’t help but praise. And pray. And think. Wow.
The one story I want to share today is the story of Zechariah in chapter 1 of Luke. It begins with a brief preview of his personal life and proceeds to center on him going about his priestly duties and worshiping in the temple when an angel shows up – the Bible states this angel’s name, it’s Gabriel. Gabriel tells Zechariah that his wife, Elizabeth, is going to have a baby, and gives him specific instructions on what kind of child this baby will be.
Now, this chapter does mention that Zechariah and Elizabeth are both very old and unable to have children – and Zechariah reminds the angel of this fact. Mind boggling, isn’t it? Well, the story doesn’t end there. Gabriel further informs Zechariah that he will be mute until the baby is born. While all of this is happening, there are worshipers outside the temple and they are wondering why Zechariah is taking so long. When he finally does come out, he is mute, just like the angel said, and he begins making gestures with his hands. I imagine they did not teach sign language back then; even if they did, it must have been incredibly difficult for the newly mute Zechariah at that exact moment, especially coming to the realization that this would now be his life for the next few months in addition to trying to process what he had just witnessed.
Here’s the kicker. When I read this story before now, I always thought that after this incident, Zechariah was able to go home by the end of that day. Boy, was I wrong! It suddenly occurred to me this time, when I noticed the language used, that his service was for a specified term length as was usual for anyone whose turn it was to serve. Now, I don’t know exactly how long his term was, but realizing this totally changed the story for me. I was like, “WHAATT??”
To be honest, there are so many new perspectives I gained from just reading and listening to this story again. I can’t exhaust all of them in one blog post. Even as I am writing this, I am still being WOWed, literally.
To be continued…