This morning I was reading in Nehemiah 8. The walls of Jerusalem have just been rebuilt, the city is being resettled and Ezra spent the better part of the day reading the Book of Law, God's Word to His people, to all the people gathered in the square, people who had never heard the Book of Law being actually read. Others with difficult to pronounce names helped in the reading and the teaching. Nehemiah 8:8 (ESV) says that they "gave the sense, so that the people understood the reading." So what happened?
And Nehemiah, who was the governor, and Ezra the priest and scribe, and the Levites who taught the people said to all the people, "This day is holy to the LORD your God; do not mourn or weep." For all the people wept as they heard the words of the Law. Then he said to them, "Go your way. Eat the fat and drink sweet wine and send portions to anyone who has nothing ready, for this day is holy to our Lord. And do not be grieved, for the joy of the LORD is your strength." So the Levites calmed all the people, saying, "Be quiet, for this day is holy; do not be grieved." And all the people went their way to eat and drink and to send portions and to make great rejoicing, because they had understood the words that were declared to them. (Nehemiah 8:9-12 ESV)
I'll be honest. This passage jumped at me out of nowhere and I've had tear filled eyes throughout. What a beautiful, pastoral picture. As the Word, the Law, pierced their hearts, the people's natural response was to grieve. But their leaders were much wiser. They understood that while it might be the natural response, it was not the right one. The right response was actually joy, from the Lord, overflowing into celebration for all. So the leaders comforted and guided.
Mayhap this explains why confession has become such a beautiful thing for me. I used to have much sorrow and grief when I'd respond to God's truth in confession. But now I find that I can't help but be joyful and celebrate the goodness of God to me. Always.
Perhaps the culmination of this process can be found in the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper. I grew up being taught that this is a somber time wherein we are to feel bad. It was never so bluntly said, but it was always so bluntly modeled. But over the years, my approach to the table has completely changed. What used to be a natural response of grief, has become, rightly to my way of thinking, a deep joy and celebration of the good news in Jesus Christ.
There's a reason it is often called the Celebration of the Lord's Supper.
So don't grieve. There is unbelievable good news. Celebrate!



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