We Need a Good Guy

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Peggy Noonan said that in her Saturday Wall Street Journal column, and though I’m extrapolating it differently, I agree with her.

Creation, and each and every human in it, needs a good guy.

A 25 year-old African American who feels like those in the ethnic majority can’t understand what he goes through.

A woman who was raped or abused and feels like she can’t trust or be vulnerable with a loved one.

A little boy ignored by his father as the man plays video games or spends his energy lusting after women who aren’t the boy’s mom.

The children in their mothers’ wombs whose disgusting murders are defended in the name of politics and choice.

The depressed or cranky or unfulfilled haters of God, lovers of darkness.

We need a good guy.

From Genesis 3 on, from moments after sin and God-hating and death entered the world, God promised to redeem a people, an elect, for Himself from sin.

In that chapter and 9 chapters later, in the first pages of your Bible and of our race’s story, God says that that redemptive, creation-saving, people-rescuing promise will come through a seed. A descendant. A King.

A man.

After Jesus Christ came, a seed of our first mother Eve and also a seed of the God-rescued man Abraham, we are told this by one of His messengers:

“For the Son of God, Jesus Christ, whom we proclaimed among you, Silvanus and Timothy and I, was not Yes and No, but in him it is always Yes. For all the promises of God find their Yes in him. That is why it is through him that we utter our Amen to God for his glory.” (from 2 Corinthians 1)

The Jesus who was born of Mary and yet is God, who was a baby and yet is the eternal One whom the galaxies were fashioned through, is the procurer of God’s rescuing promises.

While having a somber, religious dinner with His followers the night before He paid for their sins, Jesus told them this:

“In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also.”

And this:

“I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you. Yet a little while and the world will see me no more, but you will see me. Because I live, you also will live.” (both from John 14)

He is the rescue. He is the Promise. The Hope.

We can’t ultimately depend on or put our surest faith in any purely human being.

Earlier in John’s book we’re told this:

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God.” (from John 3)

Despite our God-despising ways, we are offered a hope. But only One.

No boyfriend can give you eternal joy. No speech-giver can stomp out hatred. No President can destroy violence. No new lifestyle can be the cause you were made for.

We need a King.

We need a Promised Rescuer.

We need a Messiah.

We need a Savior to come slay our own internal greeds, throw death and torture and pain into a Lake of Fire, free the violated, and give food that won’t ever deplete.

We need the King we’re told in Revelation will conquer the first Liar and all his followers with His unstoppable sword. Who will be a light so bright the new Earth won’t even need a star to orbit.

We need a Good Guy.

When Jesus returns, racism will be crushed. The last deceit will have been whispered. Human vengeance will be extinguished and only the pure, rightly-motivated King Jesus’ vengeance will be carried out.

It will be only truth-telling, God-worshiping, Christ-exalting work, and imperishable bodies from there on out.

We will sing in a thousand languages in one melody, and the joy will be poured out before one God.

All creation, from the dust on the nearest comet to the lungs of baby hoping to be born to the sun-washed canyons rising above the Colorado River, all of it is groaning for King Jesus to return and remake.

The groaning is temporary. The singing is not.

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