Covenant: A great deal of love

11 08 2015

Jeremiah 31:31-34: “Behold, the days are coming, declares the Lord, when I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel and the house of Judah …. I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts. And I will be their God, and they shall be my people. And no longer shall each one teach his neighbour and each his brother, saying, ‘Know the Lord,’ for they shall all know me, from the least of them to the greatest, declares the Lord. For I will forgive their iniquity, and I will remember their sin no more.”

Here we have heart of God. THIS is what He has always been intent on. Heart relationship. Not coercion. Belonging to one another, through Covenant. 

The deal is one of great love, a costly love. There can be no Covenant without the cost of redemption and forgiveness. It is so very easy to get excited about the first few lines of these scriptures from Jeremiah, and then to gloss over what makes knowing God in this way possible today. But it is the forgiveness of our sins which is the greatest, priciest miracle of all. It’s a simple truth, but it is the most incredible gift that we ever receive, bought for us on the greatest day (or three days) of history. It’s what the hymn writers of old obsessed over. It’s the message that Wesley and Whitefield travelled the nation to proclaim. It’s the message of Jesus, God made flesh, paying the price for our rebellion, forgiving us, removing the blemishes from our record, giving us a new nature so that we can live in His presence again.

Why not meditate on these words, and remember that you can now live in God’s great deal of love because of costly forgiveness. As you do, I know that you will be taken into worship. 

Behold the man upon a cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice 
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there 
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
(Stuart Townend, 1995)

Jesus paid it all
All to Him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow
(Elvina Hall, 1865)