The week is the first of three weeks in the Book of Hebrews. It’s often called “The Epistle to the Hebrews”—but the problem is… it’s not an epistle.
”Epistle” is just a fancy ancient word for “letter,” and letters in the ancient world had a particular form to them. Just like you could pick out a letter from the stack of daily mail your receive from several feet away, someone two-thousand years ago could do the same with an epistle.
Hebrews is not an epistle.
But, exactly what it is, is also a matter of debate. Some call it a “treatise.” Others call it a “sermon.” But, who knows. It sort of defies conventional pigeon-holing.
We also don’t know who wrote it, or who it was specifically written for. Sometimes it’s said to have been authored by St Paul—but no serious biblical scholar today would ever say that. It doesn’t sound like Paul, doesn’t use Paul’s vocabulary, or use any of Paul’s typical conventions of writing.
It is quite old though. There’s was a guy in the first century, whose name was “Clement of Rome” who produced a lot of Christian writings. In some places, Clement’s writings were considered as scripture, but his stuff didn’t end up making the cut.
Clement quotes from Hebrews extensively—and Clement was writing in the mid-to-late 90’s. He doesn’t identify the quotes as coming from Hebrews, he seems to just assume that his readers would know that he was citing it. Which means, not only was Clement very well versed in Hebrews, but he just assumed that his own readers were also versed enough in Hebrews to know he was citing it.
Hebrews has two main, though inter-related, subjects: Putting the ancient Temple worship and sacrifices in context with Jesus’ sacrifice, and faith.
He claims that God is faithful. He claims that Jesus is faithful. He claims that the great patriarchs and matriarchs of the Old Testament were faithful. And, he boldly calls his readers to live in faith too.
On Sunday August 4th, the Hebrew Bible lesson is from the 11th chapter of Hosea…
When Israel was a child, I loved him,
and out of Egypt I called my son.
The more I called them,
the more they went from me;
they kept sacrificing to the Baals,
and offering incense to idols.
Yet it was I who taught Ephraim to walk,
I took them up in my arms;
but they did not know that I healed them.
I led them with cords of human kindness,
with bands of love.
What an incredibly tender image of God.
The Bible is chock-full of metaphors to try and help describe the relationship between us and God. Sometimes God is a king, and we are the subjects. Sometimes God is a shepherd and we are the sheep.
But here, in the eleventh chapter of Hosea we are God’s little child. The little child who is taught how to walk. The little child who is taken up in his father’s arms. The little child whose bruised knees are kissed and cleaned before we’re sent back out again.
I mean, just take a moment and let that soak in.
If you do anything on this hot August day, just meditate on that.
Close your eyes—even if just for 30 seconds—and picture yourself sitting in that big lap of God’s. Feel those arms around you. Feel those bands of love enveloping you. Hear that voice calling out your name.
Then go on with your day knowing that you are loved, that you are God’s precious child.