The Goodness of God: The Book of Numbers
Praying for the salvation of others is probably one of the most noble prayers any disciple of Jesus could pray. But often, we pray, and pray, and pray, and we don't see any movement towards God for those we lift in prayer.
My husband, Michael, and I have been praying for our children's salvation since birth. God blessed us with three marvelous and unforgettable sons but never a biological daughter. In the naming of our sons, Michael and I could never agree on what their names were. Still, we immediately landed on our daughter's name before our firstborn was even born: Alice Elizabeth. After having 3 sons in synchrony, I was told that we could no longer have any more biological children. I was okay with that, as the pregnancy was complicated for me, but saddened at the thought of never having a daughter with my high left cheek dimple.
The Goodness of God: Leviticus
I am that crazy person that loves the book of Leviticus. The book of Leviticus, often seen as a detailed manual of laws and rituals, holds hidden gems that invite us into a deeper relationship with God. One such gem is the word “Behold” (Hebrew: hinneh, Strong’s H2009). While this word might seem small or inconsequential in our English translations, in the original Hebrew, it carries significant weight—a divine call to stop, pay attention, and fully engage in what God is about to reveal.
The Goodness of God in Exodus
“Sometimes the providence of God is best seen looking backward.”
I heard these words several months back while listening to a sermon series by Life Church pastor Craig Groeschel on one of my daily walks. When I heard this message and these particular words, I was currently in the midst of a difficult and confusing space, and the message of hope I heard through this message spoke poignantly to my place of discouragement. While I didn’t find myself, like the Israelites, in a foreign country oppressed by slavery and facing potential annihilation, I was in a painful situation, uncertain how God might bring me through. These words by Craig were like a balm to my heart. I was reminded that although sometimes, during our hard times, it can be challenging to see, God is always GOOD and always working FOR our good. He has shown himself faithful through countless experiences throughout my life, just as He showed up for those we read about in scripture. Even when we can’t see it, that doesn’t mean God isn’t good or is not working behind the scenes. Instead, He walks with us in the pain, in the hard, and dwells with us until we can look back and see what He knew all along. And this is the story of the Israelites in the book of Exodus.
The Goodness of God: In Genesis
While some will look at the events in the Book of Genesis as displays of God’s judgment, I only see His goodness. I’m not blind to the curses in the Garden, the hailstones that reigned on Sodom and Gomorrah, or the men who left their brother for dead; I just don’t see those things as coming from a harsh, judgmental God.
I see goodness.
Let me explain.
The Goodness of God: The Book of Job
What would cause anyone to look for the goodness of God in a book about suffering?
If we were to only read through the first two chapters of the book, we would find a man who is noted for fearing God and turning away from evil who loses everything in one day, then spends the next 37 chapters questioning the God we are told he feared. Why turn to this book to define a good God?
Because this is what Job called Him.
The Goodness of God: In the Beginning (Genesis 1-3)
Most of us have had those moments. Where something drastic happened, that changed the course of our expected life. If it hasn’t happened yet, someday it will. It could be the birth of a baby with unforeseen health problems, a traumatic car accident, the unexpected death of a family member, or the end of a once hope-filled marriage. Unfortunately, we live in a world that has fallen well below its potential.
For myself, I was a happy-go-lucky kid born and raised in a small town (>950) surrounded by the cornfields of Nebraska, who had a life ahead of her that looked a lot like those who surrounded me: graduate high school, get a bachelor’s degree, come back and settle down with a husband to raise a family, spending time in church all week. But that’s not exactly how it worked out. Right before my 6th grade year, I was in a car with my maternal grandmother when we were hit by an intoxicated driver. My Grandma was killed instantly; he was paralyzed from the neck down, and the way I looked at the world was forever changed.
I wrestled with whether God was and is good in those early moments. Would a good God allow a child to be traumatized? Would a good God take a woman of valor from this earth right as she began to disciple her granddaughter?
As Was His Custom: Repent. Believe. Follow.
It wasn’t until I sat in a discipleship seminar that a lightbulb blazed on inside my soul. It was the realization that Jesus preached the Gospel.
Wait- what? I thought the Gospel was Him.
And it is. Jesus is a BIG PART of it. But there’s more. And when I realized what He preached about, when He was preaching about the Gospel, all the bells and whistles began to sync together into a perfectly harmonized song.
As Was His Custom: Habits We Need… Because We’re Human- Confession
As a committed follower of Christ, I remember a season clearly in my life when I had found myself ensnared and entangled in a sin. Having given way to the enemy in my mind, I had allowed sinful thoughts to take hold, and somewhere along the way became completely incapable of finding freedom on my own. While I’d turn from the sin for a short while, the thoughts would eventually return. It was only when I shared my struggle with a trusted, godly friend that I found full freedom. I confessed my sin in humility and repentance. And I prayed for God to rescue me and my mind from that dark place. And God was faithful. He met me in my brokenness, and He set me free. The power of sin was no match for the work of the Holy Spirit in my heart and mind, activated and set free through the act of confession and repentance.
As Was His Custom: The Feasts of Adonai
As women in ministry leadership, understanding the Feasts of Adonai from a Messianic perspective enriches our spiritual lives and enhances our ministry. These sacred times, celebrated by Jesus, offer profound insights into His life and mission. By exploring these feasts, we can find practical applications that empower us to lead with wisdom and grace, following in His footsteps.
As Was His Custom: Submission
I remember it vividly. Michael (my pastor husband) and I were leading a group of engaged couples through several months of pre-marriage counseling and preparation. During that time, we leaned into some heavy passages of Scripture that ruffled a few feathers. This time, Michael asked everyone to open their Bibles to Ephesians 5:22-33. Immediately, once the pages were turned and the passage quickly scanned, I heard several breaths suck in, saw shoulders stiffen, and mouths turn down. The women’s eyes shifted hastily from the page to their future husbands, and the men all seemed to be looking at the ceiling for an auditory word FROM THE LORD.
Submit. That word alone sends shivers down spines. It acts as a gut punch for any woman who has, at one time or another, wanted to lead something in her church or home. It shuts the mouths of prophets, silences wives everywhere, and makes a lot of men in our Western culture uncomfortable. It’s a word that’s been abused in the Church for hundreds, possibly thousands of years.
What’s surprising is that Jesus practiced submissiveness. Wait - submissiveness was a normal custom of a man? The Son of God?
As Was His Custom: Serving
We live in a world preoccupied with greatness. As humans, we follow star athletes, celebrities, artists, and leaders, and we yearn for significance in the individual corners of our own lives. We pursue financial gain, popularity, appeal, and admiration. We seek to be known and praised. We find satisfaction in attention and aspire to feel important in the eyes of others. Throughout history, this obsession has taken many shapes and forms, but it is the same, nonetheless: conquering kingdoms, rising to power, acquiring a following, generating wealth, gaining importance.
When Jesus came, however, He modeled an entirely opposite ambition and aim. Instead of seeking greatness by these standards, Jesus turned our entire way of living on its head, swinging the pendulum to the other extreme. He taught that in His Kingdom, the key to greatness is, in fact, found in becoming less:
Jesus both taught and modeled in His earthly ministry a different objective– Serving is the way of God’s Kingdom.
As Was His Custom: Humility
There are many stories in the Bible of people who forgot how to be humble. You can probably think of several from Sunday school class. One in particular stands out to me today. It’s the story of Joseph in Genesis. In case you are unfamiliar or maybe a little foggy, let’s recap.
Joseph was the youngest and favorite of Jacob’s twelve sons. Jacob was not shy about expressing his favoritism, either. He even gave Joseph a robe of many colors. This angered his brothers to the point that they hated him. Joseph had a dream that one day his brothers would bow down to him. Rather than choosing humility and keeping quiet, he decided to gloat to his brothers. Unfortunately for Joseph, his brothers didn’t take this news too well and decided to murder him. They ended up changing their minds and sold him into slavery instead, though.
Joseph could have avoided so much trouble in his life had he chosen to be humble.
As Was his Custom: Simplicity
“A simple, humble life with peace and quiet is far better than an opulent lifestyle with nothing but quarrels and strife at home.” Proverbs 17:1 TPT
A couple of years ago my family of three moved into a tiny home (literally - 200 square feet). Let me be the first to tell you this was not my idea of a “dream house” when I was growing up and planning my future. It took lots of episodes of Tiny House Nation, Pinterest scrolling, and conversations with my husband to convince me that this lifestyle was (and is) worth pursuing. Needless to say, we have learned (and are still learning) how to do without a lot of “stuff” that we thought we previously needed.
In the culture that we live in, there is a constant expectation to always be on-the-go, to buy the newest model {insert item here}, live in the nicest house, have designer clothes, participate in the current trend, etc. Not only do we need to keep up appearances, but we also need to juggle all the things and do it perfectly - motherhood, ministry, career, marriage, faith, health, and ALL the activities that come along with those things. Social media has only increased those expectations for us.
As Was His Custom: Fellowship Part 2
While the gift of salvation is certainly a personal decision one makes individually, the restoration of fellowship with God opens up the gift of fellowship with His church. Eugene Peterson refers to our association with and participation in the body, the church, as “part of the fabric of redemption.” We can’t separate our fellowship with God from our fellowship with other believers and truly experience the fullness of what Jesus offers. They are inextricably tied, and it is within the context of common fellowship that we experience the fullness of what Jesus came to bring, in community with his Body: his imperfect, beautiful, messy, and beloved church. We see the early church experiencing this same fellowship: “They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer.”
As Was His Custom: Fellowship Part 1
What comes to mind when you hear the word fellowship? If you grew up in the church as I did, you may envision a potluck dinner after service in the church’s fellowship hall, or perhaps a small group cookout. Fellowship may also spur on ideas of gathering, of togetherness, or simply being with friends and family, within or outside of the church. Fellowship as a whole is a great concept. Who doesn’t want to belong, to be a part of, to have fellow friends and family with whom we share life’s experiences?
In examination of the life of Jesus, he, too, enjoyed the blessings of fellowship. Yet the fellowship he walked in and emulated for us is far more profound than what one may experience simply at a church get-together or gathering with friends. While it certainly can include such experiences, there is so much more. The fellowship seen in and through the life of Jesus is central to His mission, life-altering, and available to each one of us who choose to receive it.
As Was His Custom: Fasting
While we don’t hear much about fasting in our modern faith circles, the power of this singular spiritual discipline is wholly worth pursuing. In my own faith journey, I’ve reaped the profound benefits of fasting and prayer, particularly when seeking direction, to hear more clearly from the voice of God, and to experience a breakthrough in an area of struggle. While I find such a powerful and extensive topic intimidating to write about, I’m eager to illuminate Jesus’ example and teaching in this custom while emboldening each of us to follow Jesus and experience more of Him through this practice.
As Was His Custom: Rest
If you had asked me last summer what I thought when I heard “rest,” I would’ve thought of sleeping or running away from my life. When that began to fail me and not satisfy me, I became more tired and more depressed. Growing up, I was raised in the church but was never taught what the word “Sabbath” means. I could probably tell you I didn’t even hear the word until I was about 16 or 17. It wasn’t until last fall that my student pastor said to me, “Halle, when was the last time you sat with God?” I looked at him like he was asking me a stupid question because I just spent the last 15 minutes of service worshiping God. He repeated it and walked away. From that, I walked away confused, but I didn’t know that 10-word sentence would change my life with Jesus.
As Was His Custom: Prayer
Prayer in the life of a believer is both essential and incredibly powerful. Prayer is, perhaps, the most important aspect of one’s life in God. Prayer is how we connect with God the Father and participate with him in His work on the earth. To be effective as a believer, we need to learn how to pray-to be continual students of prayer. What better way than by learning directly from the prayer life of Jesus.
As Was His Custom: Teaching
On hundreds of Sundays, I padded down the blue-carpeted basement steps to our newly constructed Sunday School rooms. I followed as other children walked into their respective classrooms. I looked forward to Sundays, as I enjoyed learning about Jesus, but I especially loved being taught by Doug Livgren. Now, looking back, it's because his love and passion for Jesus superseded just "getting through the Sunday School curriculum." My class would enter, girls giggling and boys shoving to get to seats, and Doug would walk in and command attention from us. What I remember most was having light bulb moments through his teaching, and honestly when I taught third-grade boys Sunday School in college, I thought back often and used Doug's methods.
Teaching is one of the many customs/habits of Jesus. Immediately following his 40 days in the wilderness (Luke 4), he begins traveling, preaching, and teaching in synagogues throughout the countryside. He even taught (albeit briefly) in His hometown of Nazareth. (Click here for a blog post on this topic!) However, Jesus' teaching slightly differed from what we're used to in our Western context. Jesus, more than likely, was educated in rabbinic tradition (see here for more info).
As Was His Custom: Silence
I remember the first time I experienced true silence. I was 11 years old and had just spent a week at my grandparent’s home all by myself. My Grandma Gus and I had attended musicals, gotten my ears pierced, and shopped until we dropped. She’d taken me to tea houses, watched Anne of Green Gables (with Megan Follows- because that version is a part of my DNA!), and rode my Grandpa Gus’ horses at sunset. That week was one of my most beautiful times with my grandparents on my mother’s side.
But in one of the most traumatic experiences of my life, on the way to surprise my Grandpa at work with ice cream, an intoxicated driver t-boned the car my Grandma and I were in. Our vehicle spun, rolling violently eight times into a bean field. When our car came to rest upside down, I was unconscious, pinned between the dashboard and the windshield. My Grandma’s seat belt had snapped, leaving her bleeding out on the ceiling of the car, now on the ground. My parents were over 12 hours away, and even though my Dad left immediately after receiving that awful phone call, I was relatively alone for several hours in that hospital room in Princeton, IL.