Text: “You led your people like a flock/by the hand of Moses and Aaron” (Psalm 77:20).

Context, Context, Context: Psalm 77 is a psalm of lamentation. It begins with a cry out to God: “I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, and he will hear me” (Ps 77:1).

That repetition in Hebrew poetry is important to note. He repeats the word “aloud” for emphasis. The cry is audible. It’s a cry of anguish. But the great encouragement that follows is that God hears and responds to the cries of his people.

As Francis Schaeffer wrote, God is there is he is not silent. God is personal. He relates to his creation and to his people in covenant faithfulness.

And how does God do that? By way of a shepherd. By way of a mediator.

The writer ends the 20 verses of the psalm this way: “You led your people like a flock/by the hand of Moses and Aaron” (Ps 77:20).

That is so important. Why? Because it reminds the writer and the covenant people of God that God cares. And God provides shepherds. True shepherds will smell like the sheep. They’ll work themselves on behalf of the sheep. They’ll lay down their lives for the sheep. They’ll equip the sheep. They’ll guard the sheep from invaders. They’ll lead the sheep to the water of life.

Jesus, of course, is THE great shepherd, the ultimate shepherd. But God also calls fallen men who love and know the Lord to shepherd God’s people in the here and now.

The question is, do you have godly shepherds? Do you have a shepherd who is not there to be served but who serves? Sadly, we hear regularly of men who are in ministry not for the people but for self. They isolate themselves. They are not available to God’s people. They want benefits but evade hard work. Run from such people. Find the shepherds who pour themselves out for you–who serve you, equip you, visit you, pray with you, teach you, but most of all, who model the Good Shepherd himself.

The U.S. Army Chaplain Corps officially has as one of its core values the following:

• Spirituality
• Accountability
• Compassion
• Religious Leadership
• Excellence
• Diversity

It is an acknowledgement that all soldiers and worldviews include some understanding of the sacred. Literally, sacred means “something set apart as holy, dedicated to a deity, or worthy of profound respect and reverence.”

We acknowledge that man is a spiritual being. He is not just material. He has a body, but he is not just a body. Were that so, “values” would be a nonsense category. Man is not just material. He is a body but simultaneously more than a body. He is also mind/soul/spirit.

When I reflect on my two-and-a-half decades of military service, I often discover that certain faces come to my mind’s eye. Oftentimes the faces are of men who embodied a quiet strength I respect and long to emulate. I think of a chaplain and friend of mine who is now retired and serving humbly in his local church. He seeks no fanfare. He longs only to finish his course well and meet the Lord face to face.

I think of a MSgt. Smith, an Air Force NCO with whom I served in Iraq. He helped me immeasurably in chapel services on a deployment in the desert for a year. He mentored men in Bible studies and became a brother in Christ to me those years ago.

I think of civilian pastors from different Christian denominations who came alongside me in Afghanistan and played music, preached, taught, and loved the people while we were there. They sang in completely different styles from my own tradition and yet I witnessed God grip people through gospel spirituals in a way I’ll never forget.

I think of my Christian brothers from Uganda and Kenya who’d come to my chapel very early on Sunday mornings and say, “Chaplain, Let us clean the chapel. We want to worship the Lord.”

“No, brothers; I’ve got it,” I’d protest.

They’d smile those big beautiful bright smiles and insist: “Chaplain, we are here to worship the Lord. Please let us clean. And we will worship the Lord together.”

For the next hour, we’d take plastic water bottles, poke holes in the top with our knives, squirt water on the plywood floor inside the chapel tent, then get on our hands and knees and wipe the floors with brown trifold paper towels, and wipe down the wooden benches.

I’d make coffee, and the brothers would bring more water and coffee that the soldiers had purchased for the chapel. And the brothers would sing songs to Christ in their beautiful Ugandan and Kenyan rhythms.

I’d preach, the congregation would sing, and we would pray.

And S.A.C.R.E.D. was manifested by the people from every tribe, tongue, nation, and language. It was beautiful. It was something you can’t forget once you’ve seen what Christ’s church is to be. One might go so far as to say it’s a foretaste of what’s to come, something set apart, something sacred.

Do you ever peruse the news and grow so confused by the contradictory messaging that you may think it’s all rubbish? One day we are told that America’s military has sunk Iran’s military capabilities to the bottom of the seas in the Middle East. The next day, American naval forces are fired upon by Iran’s forces. One day one side is taking credit for peace. The next day, more of our military members are killed. One day we’re told that the other side is ready to make a deal. The next day, U.S. forces in Kuwait are killed. And we’re to believe the news? Really? Which part? Last week’s? Yesterday’s? But you want us to believe the talking points of tomorrow, because they’ll be true?

This is not about politics. This is about the death of truth. We just don’t seem to want it. One day a congressman is a hero for backing your professed worldview. The next day that same representative is run out of D.C. on a rail and called a traitor. One day we’re told coffee is healthy for us. The next day we’re told that we’re poisoning ourselves daily as we sip our favorite cup of the morning.

Pardon us if we’ve grown a bit skeptical of the incoherence and contradictory narratives.

When I had to drive through metro Atlanta the other day, I looked down at my dashboard and realized I needed to fill up my car. I was a long way from where I’d normally fuel up, so I had to patronize a gas station on the corner. 87-octane unleaded fuel was nearly $5 a gallon. For our neck of the woods, that’s pretty unsavory. I don’t live in CA or NY, but in the South. My point in giving such a mundane example of fuel costs is not to speak of myself, but to illustrate that the talking points that pass as ‘news’ are clearly prevarications. It’s just one mendacity followed by another. Wash, rinse, repeat. The cycle continues. Another day’s headlines = another day’s lies.

There’s a loss of trust on a massive scale. Legacy media is just that. It’s dead. Folks over 55 may still tune in to their echo chamber anchorman at 6 p.m. Some of those folks are left. But most others have checked out from such traditions. If they care at all, they get their info online or from reading or from individual podcasters who have divorced themselves from the legacy media.

How does a culture restore trust? Should a culture expect trust to come from government bureaucrats? Should we expect it to come from Hollywood? Plastic actors who don fabricated roles to entertain us into further imbecility, is that the fountain from which we should drink? Or perhaps it’s media. Maybe that’s where we’re to receive oracles from on high about what’s true. Does any thoughtul person believe that? The questions answer themselves.

This morning, I completed my reading of Carl Trueman’s The Desecration of Man. Like his other works, this one was excellent. His theme is straightforward: Outside of the God of Christianity, man is desecrated, a ghost in the machine. He cannot justify his existence via self-referentialism. Without connection to the objective transcendent reality that is God in Christianity, man is like the beasts of field that perish. No amount of entertainment, doomscrolling, bots, plastic surgery, pills, or Botox will eliminate the reality that we are finite, dependent, mortal creatures. You can deny or suppress those realities for a while but they remain nonetheless true. I’m preaching yet another funeral tomorrow afternoon. Week in and week out, I preside over funerals–both civilian and military. We are finite creatures, dear ones.

In some of my reading this morning, I again returned to Ecclesiastes, possibly Solomon’s last words in Scripture:

The words of the wise are like goads, and like nails firmly fixed are the collected sayings; they are given by one Shepherd. My son, beware of anything beyond these. Of making many books there is no end, and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man. For God will bring every deed into judgment, with every secret thing, whether good or evil. (Eccl 12:11-14)

Final thoughts:

The alternatives to desecration, loss of trust, loss of identity, and loss of hope are either continued descent into chaos a la Nietzsche’s Madman, where we’re to become gods because we’ve ‘killed God’ or the return to the Christian alternative: consecration. To state the obvious, the wise answer is to acknowledge the folly of suppressing the truth in unrighteousness and return to the God who made us male or female, in his image (imago Dei).

Steward. In the verb form, it means “to manage.” Essentially it means to oversee, govern, and regulate.

Question: I appreciate the image above of a man tenderly placing a young plant into the hands of a younger generation. The young hands, like the plant, are young ones. An investment is being entrusted into the next generation with the lesson of stewardship front and center.

With stewardship comes the reality of wisdom. There is a proper way of doing things. The new plant needs shepherding, tender and loving care, the right environment, nutrition, light, light, and more light. It needs water. It needs to be guarded from invasive species. It needs to be pruned and fertilized. It needs to be equipped to do what it is intended to do–reproduce and replicate.

Connection: In 1 Peter 4:10, the apostle of hope writes, “As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace.” Peter’s initial audience circa A.D. 62-63 was 1st-century Christians who were enduring suffering because of their faith in and allegiance to Christ amidst pagan authorities in what is much of present-day Turkey. They were trying to be salt and light in their generation. But they needed encouragement. That’s where Peter’s epistle comes in.

Peter reminds them that each Christian “has received a gift.” Some of those God-given gifts include prophecy, teaching, exhortation/encouragement, service, leadership, giving, and mercy. There are other spiritual gifts but those are just some of them according to Scripture.

Since each believer has received at least one God-given spiritual gift, how is he to steward well? In verse 11, Peter tells us: “whoever speaks, as one who speaks oracles of God; whoever serves, as one who serves by the strength that God supplies–in order that in everything God may be glorified through Jesus Christ.”

In short, don’t forget verse 10: use our gifts to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace. Our gifts are for the body. We’re to be like the man pictured above. We are to equip the body in wise stewardship by teaching, modeling, serving, showing hospitality without grumbling (v. 9), etc. Wise stewardship takes many forms. That’s what Peter means by “God’s varied grace” (v. 10).

I have one or more spiritual gifts as a believer, and my brother or sister in the faith has a different one (or several). I am not a math guy, but I’m blessed to have a fellow elder in my congregation who very much is. That’s by God’s design. I’m equipped to teach and to shepherd, whereas others in the body are gifted in hospitality and prayer. But the goal, according to Peter in verse 11, is that “God may be glorified.”

This is why the church, when it is healthy, is unlike any other body in the cosmos. It’s unstoppable. Why? Because it’s comprised of those who’ve been ransomed from futile ways to serve the living God. They put their spiritual gifts into practice. The body is nourished, it grows, it reproduces, it matures, and it entrusts wise stewardship to the next generations via its visible theology. Doctrines are not just intellectual concepts to be mastered but they have practical implications for the ways we live and are to steward.

We are to “entrust [our] souls to a faithful Creator while doing good” (1 Peter 4:19). Stewarding well is to be one of the Christian’s aims. The quality of our work, the quality of our service, the manner in which we treat believers and unbelievers, the ways we use our tongue/speech, etc. all reveal our theology.

When I get home in the evenings, very often my bride is at her keyboard–practicing songs that she and others will sing at our church each Lord’s Day. She sings, plays, prays, and serves the body. In other words, she’s stewarding well. Her theology is made visible via her behavior.

We should learn much about what it means to steward well from Peter, the apostle of hope. Peter definitely had some moments where he failed to live up to the high calling of biblical stewardship, but he persevered. He revealed himself to be the apostle of hope. He equipped the saints. He suffered on their behalf in ways they were unaware. He wrote to them. He preached to them (but first to himself). He served the body for whom Christ died because he had been served by the King of kings. He stewarded well.