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| “You have been weighed on the scales and found wanting.” |
| —Daniel 5:27 |
I have a very odd message for this Thanksgiving Day. Or, at least it will likely seem quite odd unless you persist all the way to the end.
The Bible contains many interesting and fascinating stories. One of the most gripping is found in Daniel 5. In this passage Daniel narrates an encounter with King Belshazzar. Once you read this passage below, you will likely remember this story, perhaps from a long-ago Sunday School class.
Here’s Daniel 5:
King Belshazzar gave a great banquet for a thousand of his nobles and drank wine with them. While Belshazzar was drinking his wine, he gave orders to bring in the gold and silver goblets that Nebuchadnezzar his father had taken from the temple in Jerusalem, so that the king and his nobles, his wives and his concubines might drink from them. So they brought in the gold goblets that had been taken from the temple of God in Jerusalem, and the king and his nobles, his wives and his concubines drank from them. As they drank the wine, they praised the gods of gold and silver, of bronze, iron, wood and stone.
Suddenly the fingers of a human hand appeared and wrote on the plaster of the wall, near the lampstand in the royal palace. The king watched the hand as it wrote. His face turned pale and he was so frightened that his legs became weak and his knees were knocking.
The king summoned the enchanters, astrologers and diviners. Then he said to these wise men of Babylon, “Whoever reads this writing and tells me what it means will be clothed in purple and have a gold chain placed around his neck, and he will be made the third highest ruler in the kingdom.”
Then all the king’s wise men came in, but they could not read the writing or tell the king what it meant. So King Belshazzar became even more terrified and his face grew more pale. His nobles were baffled.
The queen, hearing the voices of the king and his nobles, came into the banquet hall. “May the king live forever!” she said. “Don’t be alarmed! Don’t look so pale! There is a man in your kingdom who has the spirit of the holy gods in him. In the time of your father he was found to have insight and intelligence and wisdom like that of the gods. Your father, King Nebuchadnezzar, appointed him chief of the magicians, enchanters, astrologers and diviners. He did this because Daniel, whom the king called Belteshazzar, was found to have a keen mind and knowledge and understanding, and also the ability to interpret dreams, explain riddles and solve difficult problems. Call for Daniel, and he will tell you what the writing means.”
So Daniel was brought before the king, and the king said to him, “Are you Daniel, one of the exiles my father the king brought from Judah? I have heard that the spirit of the gods is in you and that you have insight, intelligence and outstanding wisdom. The wise men and enchanters were brought before me to read this writing and tell me what it means, but they could not explain it. Now I have heard that you are able to give interpretations and to solve difficult problems. If you can read this writing and tell me what it means, you will be clothed in purple and have a gold chain placed around your neck, and you will be made the third highest ruler in the kingdom.”
Then Daniel answered the king, “You may keep your gifts for yourself and give your rewards to someone else. Nevertheless, I will read the writing for the king and tell him what it means.
“Your Majesty, the Most High God gave your father Nebuchadnezzar sovereignty and greatness and glory and splendor. Because of the high position he gave him, all the nations and peoples of every language dreaded and feared him. Those the king wanted to put to death, he put to death; those he wanted to spare, he spared; those he wanted to promote, he promoted; and those he wanted to humble, he humbled. But when his heart became arrogant and hardened with pride, he was deposed from his royal throne and stripped of his glory. He was driven away from people and given the mind of an animal; he lived with the wild donkeys and ate grass like the ox; and his body was drenched with the dew of heaven, until he acknowledged that the Most High God is sovereign over all kingdoms on earth and sets over them anyone he wishes.
“But you, Belshazzar, his son, have not humbled yourself, though you knew all this. Instead, you have set yourself up against the Lord of heaven. You had the goblets from his temple brought to you, and you and your nobles, your wives and your concubines drank wine from them. You praised the gods of silver and gold, of bronze, iron, wood and stone, which cannot see or hear or understand. But you did not honor the God who holds in his hand your life and all your ways. Therefore he sent the hand that wrote the inscription.
“This is the inscription that was written: mene, mene, tekel, parsin.
“Here is what these words mean:
“Mene: God has numbered the days of your reign and brought it to an end.
“Tekel: You have been weighed on the scales and found wanting.
“Peres: Your kingdom is divided and given to the Medes and Persians.”
Then at Belshazzar’s command, Daniel was clothed in purple, a gold chain was placed around his neck, and he was proclaimed the third highest ruler in the kingdom.
That very night Belshazzar, king of the Babylonians, was slain, and Darius the Mede took over the kingdom, at the age of sixty-two.
Quite a fascinating story, isn’t it? I can still remember as a fifth grader sitting in Sunday School and listening to the teacher recount this story. When she got to the part where Daniel interprets the dream, one particular phrase really caught my attention: “Tekel: You have been weighed on the scales and found wanting.”
“Wow!” you may say. “What a downer! What does all this have to do with Thanksgiving.”
Here’s my point: on this day of Thanksgiving, I am most thankful that before the foundation of the earth God chose me to belong to Himself. In that statement, of course, I reveal my Reformed theology. God chose me. I didn’t choose Him. He chose me. And, He did so before the foundation of the earth. Long before I was born into this world and became the person I have become, God decided, in His mercy and grace, to choose me to be one of His dearly loved children.
What happened next? We Reformed people use the phrase: “In due season…” Yes! In due season, God sent His Holy Spirit to open my spiritual eyes—the eyes of my heart—to know and understand that He loved me enough to send His Son Jesus to die in my place on Calvary’s cruel cross. God loved me enough to raise Jesus from the dead and place Jesus at His own right hand to make intercession for me, thus guaranteeing my place in heaven.
Even before I was born, you see, God weighed me in His scales and, through no merit of my own, found me acceptable. And, if you are one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God who died for you and was raised from the dead for you, then you, too, have been weighed in those scales and found acceptable—not because of anything you have done, but according solely to God’s mercy, grace, and love.
The most important truth—the one that governs my life—is that God loves me with His everlasting love. He has tipped the scales in my favor. He has taken what to many is “unacceptable” and made me “truly acceptable.”
So, on this Thanksgiving Day, I give God my praise, adoration, glory, and worship. He is King of Kings and Lord of Lords. He is the Almighty, the King of Creation.
And, I am also thankful for you! Yes, you, my dear ones, mean more to me that my poor words can express. I thank God for you. And, more importantly, I pray for you every day.
May God grant you, each one of you, a most blessed Thanksgiving Day!
Henry Alford wrote these words to a powerful hymn:
Come, ye thankful people, come,
raise the song of harvest home;
all is safely gathered in,
ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide
for our wants to be supplied;
come to God's own temple, come,
raise the song of harvest home.
All the world is God's own field,
fruit as praise to God we yield;
wheat and tares together sown
are to joy or sorrow grown;
first the blade and then the ear,
then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we
wholesome grain and pure may be.
For the Lord our God shall come,
and shall take the harvest home;
from the field shall in that day
all offenses purge away,
giving angels charge at last
in the fire the tares to cast;
but the fruitful ears to store
in the garner evermore.
Even so, Lord, quickly come,
bring thy final harvest home;
gather thou thy people in,
free from sorrow, free from sin,
there, forever purified,
in thy presence to abide;
come, with all thine angels, come
raise the glorious harvest home.
Based on a blog originally posted on Thursday, November 26, 2015
