Thursday, August 9, 2012

My Court Case

It's the court case of the century, of the millennium.

Standing tall, he addresses the jury, calling out to them as impartial silent witnesses. 

It’s a three-part conversation, playing out on a grand scale. 

God speaks first. 

The witnesses he appeals to are the strong silent type: stalwart, of few words, fly-on-the-walls–types for centuries.  

“Hear, o mountains, the Lord’s accusation; listen, you everlasting foundations of the earth. For the Lord has a case against his people; he is lodging a charge against Israel.” 

The Creator builds his case, bringing out Exhibit A. 

“My people, what have I done to you? How have I burdened you? Answer me.
I brought you up out of Egypt and redeemed you from the land of slavery. I sent Moses to lead you, also Aaron and Miriam.” 

Exhibit B. 

“My people, remember what Balak king of Moab counseled and what Balaam son of Beor answered.” 

Exhibit C. 

“Remember your journey from Shittim to Gilgal…” 

In a quick climax, he ends his case with the clinching phrase: “…that you may know the righteous acts of the Lord.” 

As a lover of history and cultures, this section of ancient Micah had me flipping back in my Bible to read up on Moses and the Exodus (circa 1446 BC) and Balak and Balaam’s conversations (“I can only bless Israel, no matter how much you pay me otherwise,” the mercenary mouth-for-hire Balaam finally realized and told the enemy king). 

In this court case we’re eavesdropping into, God was angry at his people. Study notes say that the nation had become extremely corrupt, judges were accepting bribes, and the elite were preying on widows, orphans, and the poor. 

The nation of Israel is the second party to speak in this panoramic court case. 

They wonder aloud what God wants from them to fix this, and they start to write big checks and make large promises. Like defendants at arraignment, they calculate how much this is going to cost them before they can get back to real life. Heart changes aren’t happening, though, and a third voice enters the conversation. 

Stepping up between prosecutor and the gum-chewing, nonchalant defendants, the small-town prophet Micah interjects

“He has shown you, o man, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly, and to love mercy,
And to walk humbly with your God.”

These verses have been on mind this week. It intrigues me that God sees history in such panoramic chunks and expects me, and his people, to step back and look for his actions. Step back and see, Jen. What does the last seven hundred years show you about who I am? I pause and wrinkle my forehead, thinking…
  • of Gutenberg’s printing press that allowed Bibles and books to be printed for everyone, not just those who could afford elaborate hand-drawn pages;
  • Of the reformation, of liberty battles, of brave thinkers and speakers;
  • Of my long-haired hippie dad encountering Jesus who snapped him out of a drug-haze and transformed his life, and my artistic brunette mom young, and following Jesus.

So my God tells me to look back over history, see his acts, and notice that his hands are clean, pure, righteous -- “that you may know the righteous acts of the Lord.” 

And what does he want from me? To make sure that my obedience, church involvement, money, and serving isn’t just going through the motions, or trying to look moral and proper. 

He wants my hands to be involved in acts of justice; my heart to feel and bleed mercy, not just perform it; and this all should leave me in a humble relationship with him, not full of pride.

It’s my court case now and I’m on the stand…

 …but he wields his case with affection in his eyes as he gently – in unconditional love-- says, “How are you doing at this today, my girl?” 


AmyAlves said...

Powerful, gentle reminder of His strength and love over our lives girl... good mornin'from Maine! ~ Blessings, Amy :)

Dontmissyoursunsetlady said...

tears are just on the surface as I read this. I lean so much from bloggers like you, about both writing and faith. My friend just moved from Fayetteville GA to Fort Worth Texas.

Jennifer Dougan said...


Thanks, friend. Maine, huh? It's fun to put a place on your posts for me. :)


Jennifer Dougan said...


Thank you! I am so glad that it touched someone other than just me. It has been powerful for me the last week too. Thanks for reading this longer, heftier post. We bloggers can all learn from each other too. Thank you, friend.

I bet you miss your friend...