Who is Emaldam?
Luke 3: 28 “the son of Elmadam”
His name means “God of measure”.
God doesn’t just give enough, He gives more, is lavish, generous and gracious.
He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all – how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things. Romans 8:32
If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! Matthew 7: 11
He is lavish in His love for you, me and others. He is not tight-fisted. He freely gives.
It doesn’t matter what it is, God will always out give you.
|Tony Campolo was travelling through Hawaii. He wandered into a diner at 3 in the morning for something to eat. At that time of the morning the only other people there were a group of prostitutes about to go home for the night, one of whom was a lady called Agnes who mentioned that the next day was her birthday.
When they left Tony Campolo found out from the owner that these women came every night. He asked the guy if he could throw a birthday party the next night for Agnes as a surprise. The owner said yes as long as the diner could make the cake. Here is the story of what happened in the words of Tony Campolo:
At 2:30 the next morning, I was back at the diner. I had picked up some crepe-paper decorations at the store and had made a sign out of big pieces of cardboard that read ‘Happy Birthday, Agnes!’
The woman who did the cooking must have gotten the word out on the street, because by 3:15 every prostitute in Honolulu was in the place. It was wall-to-wall prostitutes … and me!
At 3:30 the door of the diner swung open and in came Agnes and her friend. I had everybody ready, and when they came in we all screamed “Happy Birthday”
Never have I seen a person so flabbergasted. Her mouth fell open, and her legs buckled. When we finished singing, her eyes moistened: when the cake was carried out, she started to cry.
Harry (the owner) mumbled, “Blow out the candles, Agnes. Come on! If you don’t blow out the candles, I’m gonna’ have to blow out the candles.” Finally, he did. The cutting of the cake took even longer. “Cut the cake, Agnes. We all want some cake.”
“Look, Harry, is it OK if I keep the cake a little while; if we don’t eat it right away?”
“Sure. If you want to keep it, keep it. Take the cake home if you want.”
“Can I?” Then looking at me: “I just live down the street. I want to take the cake home, OK? I’ll be right back.”
She carried that cake out that door like it was the Holy Grail. We stood there motionless, a stunned silence in the place. Not knowing what else to do, I broke the silence by saying: “What do you say we pray?”
Looking back on it now, it seems more than strange for a sociologist to be leading a prayer meeting with w bunch of prostitutes in a diner in Honolulu at 3:30 in the morning. But then it just felt like the right thing to do. I prayed for Agnes; for her salvation, that her life would be changed. That God would be good to her.
When I finished, Harry leaned over the counter and said with a trace of irritation. “Hey, you never told me you were a preacher. What kind of church do you belong to?”
In one of those moments when just the right words come, I answered, “I belong to a church that throws birthday parties for prostitutes at 3:30 in the morning.”
Harry waited for a moment, and almost sneered as he answered, “No, you don’t. There’s no church like that. If there was, I’d join it.”
Wouldn’t we all? Wouldn’t we all love to join a church that throws birthday parties for prostitutes at 3:30 in the morning?
That’s the kind of church Jesus came to create. I don’t know where we got the other one that’s so prim and proper. But anyone who reads the New Testament knows Jesus loved to lavish grace on the left-out and the used-up and the put-down. The sinners loved him because he partied with them. The lepers of society found in him someone they could eat and drink with. His measure is measureless!
This is the church that should be. A group of people who came from nothing and received the lavishness of God’s love when they didn’t deserve it and who now give to others what they have received. We are on the giving team and we belong to a great giver. He’s more than enough. Don’t waste what He gives.
If there are Surpassing great revelations (2 Cor 12:7); Incomparable great power (Eph 1: 19); Great joy and encouragement (Philemon 1: 7); A great priest (Hebrews 10:21); Great mercy (1 Peter 1: 3); Great love (1 John 3:1)
Then surely we ASK for great things?!
Surely the God of measure needs to be sought after.
“Measureless God measure out your greatness over my life!”
I want to be known as Emaldam!