Immediately his mouth was opened and his tongue loosed, and he spoke, praising God. Luke 1:64
Zacharias was in the doghouse. THE doghouse; God’s. God gave him the news that he and Elizabeth were going to a not just have a baby, but a very special baby. His response was…less than appreciated.
“I am Gabriel, who stands in the presence of God, and was sent to speak to you and bring you these glad tidings.”
I come all this way, flying like mad, direct to you from the throne of God Himself, and instead of dancing a jig and shouting for joy you actually poo-poo me?!? Man, if you can’t say something nice…
…and just like that Zacharias couldn’t say anything at all. For nine months plus. With a wife who probably wanted that era’s equivalent of pickles and ice cream.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda. You know he wanted that one back. Every…single…day.
When it came down to the official naming at circumcision, someone asked Zacharias to name the boy.
This time, he got it right. His lips are finally unsealed, and the first words out of his mouth are “Blessed is the Lord God of Israel, For He has visited and redeemed His people…”
I can’t help imagining that it just burst right out of him like someone who’d been holding his breath. For nine months. Plus.
What do we say when we get Good News? What do we say or do when we feel that tug, that calling to say something, spread the Word? Does it come bursting out of us like a gasp for fresh air, or do we hold it in and push back? Do we try to tell God – of all beings – that the timing just isn’t right? Do we shrug it off, convincing ourselves that we know what we’re doing?
The Gospel is way more than “nice.” Say something.