Mark begins with “The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.”
The beginning of the gospel.
Gospel is good news. The beginning of the good news.
That is actually where I am. I am at the beginning of the good news. I am on the cusp of good news. I am longing for good news. I am begging God for good news.
The voice of God fills the Old Testament with with gospel. It was good news. God loved His creation and, over and over God told Israel He loved them. His people rejected His love, then they embraced it, then rejected, then embraced.
Then at some point in Israel’s rejection, God stopped pursuing them. The voice of the Bridegroom stopped calling to the Bride. His voice was silent. For 400 years it was silent. Not a peep.
400 years there was no sound of the voice of God. No good news. Israel was hungry for good news. They were ready for some gospel.
That is me. I am ready for the gospel. I am tired and dry and ready. I am ready for the gospel.
Not just any gospel. I am ready for the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Jesus, who’s very name means YHWH saves.
Even His name says, “I have not forgotten you.” “When you are lost, I will find you.” “When you are distant, I will come to you.” “When you are dead, I will raise you.” “I am YHWH and I will save you.”
The Jewish idea of salvation was the bringing of Shalom. It is the righting of wrong. It is the re-creation of all that is fallen in creation. It is God saying, “I take you broken and will make you whole.”
The crier cries, “Prepare the way.” And YHWH comes.
YHWH save me. Maranatha. Come, Lord Jesus. Make me whole.
***Next Week Mark 1:9-13***