The Rubble of ZerubbabelPrint This Post
“Then he answered and spake unto me, saying, This is the word of the LORD unto Zerubbabel, saying, Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD of hosts.” (Zec 4:6)
Thank you, Timothy, for your kind words. Thank you all for your warm reception. And I thank God for this opportunity to speak about the glories of His grace! I hope to show you the extraordinary power of Grace by looking at a historic moment in the Old Testament, and then making prophetic application for our lives today.
There once was a beautiful City. It was the joy of the whole Earth; beautiful for situation – the City of the Great King. Its people were blessed and highly favored by God, and covered by His mercy and grace.
But they were strangely stubborn and self-willed. They despised the King’s grace and labored long in obstinate disobedience. It made no sense to anyone. Even Heaven itself was astonished at their glaring defiance and hardened indifference to the King’s great love.
Even the Great King Himself cried out, “Be appalled at this, O heavens, and shudder with great horror! My people have committed two sins: They have forsaken Me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water.” (Jeremiah 2:12-13)
After some time an enemy arose and was permitted by the King to invade and destroy the City, leading the people away with shame to live a long captivity in a City called Confusion. There they languished under the bitter oppression of harsh task masters until, after decades of defeat and sorrow – they cried out to their King for deliverance.
In His great mercy the King answered and delivered them with a strong hand. They returned to the ruins of their once beautiful City, empowered with the faith and the resources to rebuild it. Their leader, Zerubbabel, inspired them with vision and passion for the great work ahead.
But their high hopes were shattered when they saw just how vast the devastation was, and how humanly impossible the task of rebuilding would be. For, rising before them where there once was a Great Temple and a Beautiful City, there now stood a mountainous pile of rocks; which seemed to be quite immovable.
At that moment the King sent a prophet, saying, “It is not by might, nor by power; but by My Spirit, says the Lord.”
The prophet then turned and faced the massive pile of rocks and said, with a tone of holy sarcasm in his voice, “And what are you, O Great Mountain? This man Zerubbabel shall turn you into a mole hill! Yes! He will clear away the stones and fit each one in its place, rebuilding this Temple and this City. And he will bring forth the finishing Capstone, placing it firmly where it belongs.
And in that crowning moment all the people will shout, “Grace! Grace!” For they will know that the Lord’s hand empowered them to do this impossible thing.
(to be continued)