HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
And I am come down to deliver them out of the hand of the Egyptians, and to bring them up out of that land unto a good land and a large, unto a land flowing with milk and honey; unto the place of the Canaanites, and the Hittites, and the Amorites, and the Perizzites, and the Hivites, and the Jebusites. Exodus 3:8
This is a marvellous chapter because it is so full of God. If the previous one, in its story of human striving, reminds us of Romans 7., this as surely recalls Romans 8. There is little mention of the part that Moses was to play, but much is said of what God was about to do. “I am come down.” “I will bring you up.” “I will put forth my hand.” O weary soul, bitter with weary bondage, groaning beneath cruel taskmasters, afflicted and tossed with tempest, the I AM has come down!
God comes down to our lowest to lift us to His highest. This is the theme of the Magnificat, and of Hannah’s song. God comes down to the dust for the poor, and to the dunghill for the needy. You cannot be too lonely or broken in spirit for Him to notice and help. In proportion to your humiliation will be your exaltation.
I want you to reflect on these words this festive season. I want you to notice or to observe the groups of people mentioned in the passage. During this festive season, I want you to come down and join with many who are reaching out to the elderly, the sick and shut-in, the needy children not to be served, but to serve. That is the intention of coming down to be the servant you are born to be in these times.
He comes down to our saddest to lift us to His most joyful. How great the contrast between the cry of the Hebrews, because of their taskmasters, and the exultant note that smote on the rocks of the Red Sea! Such shall be your experience also. If you suffer in the line of God’s will and providence, you are sowing the seeds of light and gladness. Oh, anticipate the harvest!
Oh, my brothers and sisters, fellow readers we are getting ready to reap the harvest and I want each of you to be in this gathering of the saints. The harvest is truly ripe but the labourers are very few. Are you willing to be numbered among the reapers? God help us.
He comes down to our helplessness to succour with His great might. Israel could not help herself, but the resources of The I AM were sufficient for every need, and they will be for yours and mine. This is God’s blank check; fill it in! Insert after these majestic words, wisdom, or courage, or love, or whatever you need most. And He will be all this, and more also: not for a moment, but always; not spasmodically, but unchangeably.
May God bless us throughout this season.