Treasures in Jars of Clay - 2 Corinthians 4:7

by Xylia Sparks-Davis on 03/26/13

Treasures in Jars of Clay

2 Corinthians 4:7

I’m a student of Biblical History and am absolutely fascinated with the First century, the century in which Jesus lived and the church was born, its politics and culture and how those influences that surrounded the new believers affected the Jesus Movement and the growth of the church. So when I study the New Testament this happens to flow out of me whether I want it to or not.

Let’s read some of assignment together - 2 Corinthians chapter 4

Therefore, since we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we do not lose heart. 2 But we have renounced the hidden things of shame, not walking in craftiness nor handling the word of God deceitfully, but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man’s conscience in the sight of God. 3 But even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing, 4 whose minds the god of this age has blinded, who do not believe, lest the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine on them. 5 For we do not preach ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord, and ourselves your bondservants for Jesus’ sake. 6 For it is the God who commanded light to shine out of darkness, who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. 7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us. 8 We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;9 persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed— 

In reading our text, a certain verse rang true with me and I am going to park there for a minute.  Verse 7.  Here it is in the New International version.

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.

When I read this verse, two things come to mind – one is an experience and the other is an image.  Do you mind if share them with you?  Thanks.  First the experience. A few years ago, I had the opportunity to see the Dead Sea Scrolls when they toured North Carolina.  In fact, it was my engagement present from my husband. 

These scrolls of Holy Scripture were persevered by a group called the Essences who lived in Qumran in the Judean desert.  They took upon themselves the task of copying the word of God with excellence. If a scroll had even one mistake, the entire scroll was banished to the fire. It had to be destroyed so it could not be later read and compromise the accuracy of the word of God.  When a scribe had completed a scroll without errors, the scroll was stored in a clay jar. 

In the Essences day as well as Paul’s, a clay jar was where a person would hide their dearest treasures. Clay jars were the ancient equivalent of safe deposit boxes.  Whether it was wine, oil, or jewels -  anything of high value was placed in a clay jar.  These jars were not adorned. The jars were chosen not because they were beautiful. You could walk right past these jars and never know there was a treasure inside.  It was what was inside the jars that solely gave them value.

We are jars of clay.  Our true beauty does not come from our outward appearance, but from the indwelling of the Word of God (who is Jesus) and the Holy Spirit.  Though the clay jars of the first century were meant to hide treasures, our prized possession, the word of God, is meant to be seen, touched and felt.  Our jars our meant to be cracked.

Just our Creator commanded light to shine out of darkness so are we to shine as light in a darkened world. The cracks in our jars allow His light to be revealed.  What cracks our jars?  The challenges of life and the persecution of the adversary.  Poor Satan, he thinks that when brings trouble into our lives to weigh us down and make us give up on Christ. Instead the issues our allowed in our lives to reveal the glory of God under pressure and unblind the eye of the unbeliever.  We can say like Paul that

We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.

The treasure inside us is too precious for us to let go.

I want to leave you with the image I spoke of at the beginning. Click the link to see the image http://www.umilta.net/veneranda1.jpg. The photo is of a wall relief found in the underground catacombs of Domatilla in Rome.  Domatilla’s husband was a Christian and was martyred by her uncle- the Emperor Domitian. Her catacomb was place where the early church hid from persecution.  The painting in her catacomb dates back to that era.  The woman on the right is believed to be Petronilla, the daughter of the apostle Peter. Scrolls were usually painted in the types of artwork to state that the person was a teacher or proclaimer of the message of Jesus. 

Pertornilla was a believer in Christ, just like you and me.  She witnessed the change that Christ had in the life of her father. She knew of His healing power through the restoration of her grandmother. Just as we have seen Him change our lives and the lives of people, we love.  She did more than take her family’s word for it; she stood for Christ on her own and shared His goodness to those she encountered.

Why am I telling you about Petronilla? Because she did not hold high office in the church neither did she have any secret knowledge about God that we do not possess.  She did not say that because “I am not a leader” that my testimony is less valuable.  She just shared what she knew about her Jesus. Like Pertonilla, it is our personal testimonies that make the life changing power of God real for others.

We speak not of ourselves but of Christ. We are called to do the same as Pertonilla. It is because of her testimony about Christ that Petronilla is remembered.  That painting is the one that covered her grave for 8 centuries To embrace the Great Commission that she embraced to tell to others the story of the Christ who changed our lives. The treasure inside us is too precious to keep to ourselves.

Pausing to Give Thanks

by Xylia Sparks-Davis on 11/21/12

This holiday season is already becoming challenging for me.  The materialism of my society grates on my nerves on any given day but from October to the end of the year, it is especially painful. It is as if advertisements move from promoting Halloween straight into pushing the must have gift for Christmas.  We move from give me candy to give me  gifts.  Black Friday sales are now starting on Thursday evening to insure as many sales as possible. Thanksgiving is run over in the process.  It seems that there is an incessant need for more without true satisfaction or contentment in what we already possess. When did we stop giving thanks? 

Thanksgiving is not a one day event filled turkey and all the trimmings but a way of life.  It is the way of the content.  Giving thanks and celebrating others places us on the path toward fulfillment.  True satisfaction comes from Jesus.  True peace comes from releasing  our problems to Him and exchanging them for His joy.  When our burdens are lifted, we feel grateful.  It is better than any gift exchange policy that Macy’s can devise.  The woman with the issue of blood used this exchange policy. She didn’t even need a receipt. She just touched the hem of Jesus’ garment and sickness was exchanged for wholeness and joy.  David learned this lesson. He praised his way from his father’s sheepfold all the way into a kingdom of his own.  He saw his cup run over with God’s blessings and mercy follow him to the end of his days.

Filling our cup with joy starts with counting our blessings.  What or who are you thankful for this year?  Write them down and see how fast they begin to flow. As we navigate through this holiday season let us not forget to thank the source of all of our blessings.

Lord as I move through this holiday season, let me not take you for granted. You are the source of my joy. I am thankful for You this year and every year.  Thank you for the opportunities You sent me so I could grow and change. Thank you for the restoration of my health.  That you for saving my life when I didn’t know it was in danger.  Thank you for letting me know that no matter how devastating the problem that You are bigger than my issues.  Thank you for letting me know that through you I can overcome anything and through You I am truly blessed.

 (That is my list; you’ll have to write your own.)

Happy Thanksgiving

Until next time

Xylia

 

My prayer for you today

by Xylia Sparks-Davis on 11/02/12

O Lord God, King of the Universe, be with my sister today. Overshadow her with Your love. Heal her deepest afflictions. Place upon her Your balm of Gilead and bind her ever wound. Refresh her thirsty soul.  Protect her from her enemies as she walks in Your way. Increase her faith. Restore her joy this day and every day.

Esther – The Power of Intercession

by Xylia Sparks-Davis on 10/25/12

Esther is only one of two women who have a book of the bible named after her. Orphaned and raised by extended family, she is plucked from obscurity to become queen of one of the most powerful empires in the world. Esther’s story brings to mind the classic rags to riches tale.  However, her story has a twist. Women of God are not randomly moved.  We live lives of divine purpose.  God strategically moves a woman of God to be in the right spot at the perfect time to effect change for His Kingdom.  Esther was moved from the outskirts to the center of national influence to be an agent of divine protection.

The agent sent to cause havoc in your life sometimes comes in a benign or even and appealing package.  Esther’s nemesis was Haman, a man who rose in the political ranks to become chief advisor to her husband, Xerxes.  Haman had the look. He fit in with the right connections, fine clothes, on trend hair coming off the pages of GQ. He came across as trustworthy and made himself indispensable all while carrying sinister motives.  Was power Haman’s goal?  No, it was destroying the people of God.

Haman was so trusted that Xerxes did not even ask questions when Haman recommended that an entire people be wiped out for being out of step with mainstream Persian life.  They think differently. They worship different gods. They are causing national disturbance. They must go.  Xerxes did not have any details.  Beware of leaders with vague solutions to serious problems.  Xerxes didn’t know which group he had just scheduled for execution – all because he had unwavering trust in a man who could not be trusted.

Since the palace was Esther’s home and the seat of governmental power, Haman walked in and out of her home on a regular basis.  A person and grin in your face and seek to take your life and you can be completely in the dark. Esther was in the dark until the death edict was read to her. Can’t you just feel the enormity of this weighting upon her shoulders? Her future and future of every Jew in the empire was in the balance. I believe that Esther in that moment she remembered the words of the prophet, “If my people who are called by my name shall humble themselves and pray…” She knew what must be done. Only a move of God could turn the tide.  It was time to call a fast.

Some things can only be remedied by prayer and fasting.  When we seek God things change, answers are given, lives are transformed.  I don’t know what scriptures recited to herself and to her maids as she prayed and encouraged those around her that God would indeed fight this battle.  Maybe she quoted Psalm 23 for she was in the shadow of death but evil should not be feared.  Maybe she remembered Isaiah 59:16-18:

And he [GOD] saw that there was no man, and wondered that there was no intercessor: therefore his arm brought salvation unto him; and his righteousness, it sustained him. 17 For he put on righteousness as a breastplate, and an helmet of salvation upon his head; and he put on the garments of vengeance for clothing, and was clad with zeal as a cloak. 18 According to their deeds, accordingly he will repay, fury to his adversaries, recompence to his enemies; to the islands he will repay recompence.

Just as God dressed in His garments of war to bring salvation in Isaiah, Esther dressed for battle.  Empowered by being in the will of God she executed the weapons of grace and hospitality to soften the heart of Xerxes to hear the request of her people. The door was opened and Haman was exposed for what he truly was – a vindictive destroyer.  He was executed on very gallows he had constructed to kill a child of God. The prayers of the righteous saved a people.

Haman was more than just a man, but a spirit from the enemy who seeks to destroy in every generation. In the 20th century, he introduced himself as the leader of the Nazi party. Hitler gained political power in order to decimate and destroy millions. 

In each generation, the Lord calls for someone to stand in the gap. In one generation, he called Esther. In the 20th century, he called Oscar Schindler.  This time the Lord is calling you.  It is time for a nation of Esthers to rise up and pray. The spirit of Haman is loose in the land once again. He is seeking to devour God’s chosen ones through emotional imbalance, economic despair, religious and political oppression.  You have been placed right where you are – in your home, on your job, in your class- in order to bring glory to God and intercede for those who think they have no hope.

If Haman is active in your life and seeking to devour your purpose, please allow me to intercede on your behalf right now. “ May the Haman in your life be routed. May he fall into trap he has set for you.  May his plans for your demise come to pass in his life.  May a hedge of protection encircle your life on the ones you love.  May your paths be made straight. Your purpose from God will not be overset by the evil one but will be fulfilled in the fullness of God’s timing.”

Until next time,

Xylia

 

Heavy Cloud, but no rain (1 Kings 17: 8-16)

by Xylia Sparks-Davis on 10/18/12

Stress, it’s a killer! Sometimes it feels like you are carrying a Volvo on your shoulders.  Stress filters into every aspect of your life – work, home, bills.  It creeps into your physical body and into your daily relationships. At times it can be overwhelming, the issues of life and the one thing you want above else is release and peace.

The Widow of Zarephath knew stress. She had a problem that was completely out of her control.  Famine had overtaken the land.  She did not cause the famine.  King Ahab turning away from the will of God had done that.  Ahab had married the daughter of the King of Sidon, Jezebel. Jezebel was not only a princess but also a priestess to the pagan deity Baal.  When she moved to Ahab’s kingdom, she brought prophets and priests with her to aid her in introducing Israel to Baal worship.   God’s law forbade worshipping any God other than Jehovah. Ahab did nothing to protect his kingdom from this onslaught. Elijah the prophet of Jehovah stepped in and commanded there would be no rain until Jehovah said so.  Zarephath was a gentile city belonging to Sidon and was caught in the middle of the crisis.

National decisions do affect the daily lives of average people.  The widow bore the consequences of Ahab and Jezebel’s actions- (attempting to shut God out of the daily life of Israel) - the economic burden that comes with having no rain.  Gardens do not grow without rain. Fields were blighted.  Fresh vegetables? Don’t even think about it. You’ll only stay hungry. Vendors in the markets cannot sell food that does not exist.  For them no food meant no job. The Widow of Zarephath was trying to survive in an economic down turn.  She had scrimped, saved and rationed; living on less until at last her pantry stores were finally down to the dregs.  Just a little meal and oil and all the food for her and her son would be gone. She thought she could outlast this recession on her own and now it seemed it would outlast her.  One last meal and she and her son would die.

Preparing for the end, she gathered firewood to cook her last meal. She didn’t know that God’s provision for her would be determined by her hospitality to a stranger. She encounters Elijah, the same prophet who had commanded the rain to stop and the dew to cease. Elijah asks for food and something to drink – and feed him first.  The widow replies, "As Jehovah your God lives, I don't have a cake, but a handful of meal in the jar, and a little oil in the jar. Behold, I am gathering two sticks, that I may go in and bake it for me and my son that we may eat it, and die."  When questioned by Elijah for food she does not give her oath by the name of Baal or any other god of Sidon, but in the name of Jehovah.  Perhaps during this famine she had questioned which god could answer her prayer to survive the crisis.  Baal had left her with an empty pantry- struggling and to the point of death.  Would Jehovah be any different?  No other god had been able to contradict His command for no rain.  If she trusted Jehovah, would her needs be met?  Elijah knew that Jehovah would provide.  It was time for the widow to see His power in action in her life.

The widow reaches into her pantry and pulls out her last stores.  I wonder if she argued with herself about who she was really making bread for (her son or the prophet) or if she released her will to God immediately, but by the time she finished baking and brought the plate out to Elijah she had decided.  She would take a leap of faith. She would try the God of Israel.  I wonder what was going through her mind as she returned to the pantry and looked down into the jar of meal. She knew she had emptied it. There should be nothing left, but there was food! There was meal and oil and once she made her and her son’s dinner there was still a supply in the jar. Jehovah had done something for her that Baal of Sidon had never done. He had supplied her needs!  She did not know when the crisis would end. She did not know when the rain would return, but she did know her needs would be supplied until the crisis was over! She had a provider!

….And so do we.  As economies around the world struggle and fall know that no matter where you are God will supply your needs.

 Until next time,

Xylia