Zechariah
understood well the darkness that lay over Israel. The nation that
once boasted twelve flourishing tribes plus the Levites had long been
scattered. Ten of those tribes had mostly disappeared or were
heavily intermixed with Gentiles. Only Judah and Benjamin remained.
Even the Levites had diminished in
importance, for the new
priestly class was
now more political than anything else, appointed by the Roman rulers
and skeptical of many (if not most) traditional Jewish beliefs.
What's
more, sin lay heavily upon Israel, just as it always had. Heaven was
still closed. Death still appeared much more like a frightening void
than a door to new life. God's people had broken covenant after
covenant, and redemption had not yet arrived.
While
God remained with His
people, while He continued to prepare them for the coming of a new
covenant, while He never
stopped guiding them and loving them, He may have seemed rather
distant sometimes as the Jews struggled under the rule of foreigners
and wondered when (if?) the Messiah would ever come.
Would the darkness ever
lift? Would light ever descend upon Israel?
But
Zechariah
caught a glimpse of that
light. His own son was a forerunner to it, the
one who would
prepare the people's hearts for the dawn from on high that was
coming. This dawn, this new
light, would
break over Israel and illuminate those sitting in the darkness and
the shadow of death. And
this light would open the way to peace, the peace Israel had been
seeking for so long, peace with God, peace in and among themselves,
wholeness, safety, happiness. Zechariah saw it, saw Him, coming and
bringing the mercy of God, the forgiveness of sins, the salvation of
God's people.
Light in Person would soon
shine upon the people of Israel and the whole world.
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