Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts

Friday, August 17, 2012

I Needed to Write This


“It’s the will of God.”

We say this quite a bit, right? Whether it’s explaining why something is the way it is to others or ourselves; we try to push ourselves into this mindset: God willed it thus it happened.

Trying to make it be the balm our souls so desperately need, trying to make it the cure of ailments and pains, broken hearts and tears. But the comfort isn’t in it.

Reciting a fact to us doesn’t make the pain stop. No, it makes it more distinct. The void of the silence is compounded upon the pronounced void in our heart from where the pain pours.

We’re remembering the wrong fact.

Is God sovereign? Absolutely. Is it his will that causes all things to exist that are? Yes, undoubtedly. But we don’t need to be reminded of that fact. No, we need to remember one glaring reality, Jesus.

Yes, the Lord gives and takes away. Yes, he is in total control. Yes, nothing happens outside of his plan. Yes, we are his totally. But while that is something it is not what we need. We need to know beyond all else, to be set on fire for nothing else, to be drawn by our tender heartstrings to one simple truth, Jesus has saved our souls.

So the problem, the dilemma, is taken care of in one way, looking to the author and perfecter of our faith who for the joy set before him endured the cross despising the shame (our shame); who took the problem we most need saving from and saved us from it. He saved us by himself from ourselves for himself. 

Friday, August 5, 2011

Friday's Ripped from the Journal

Luke 10:38-42
“Now as the went their way Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went to him and said, ‘Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her to help me.’ But the Lord answered her, ‘Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.”

Is there enough time allotted in my day to sit at Jesus’ feet?

My service to the church will be futile if I am not at my Master’s feet biding his call. Orders will not be properly heard or understood if I cannot hear my Captains voice.

The hustle and bustle of the pastorate can so easily ensnare my soul. I must, by the grace of God, transcend and be at his feet whilst doing my duty.

If fear it is the same for many, to go all day without any form of communiqué with our Leader. We are offered so much in such a small thing, but we cannot bring ourselves to perform it, yet often times when we do we perform a hideous form of it.

Prayer is what I write of. We do not pray, as we ought. Either we pray with intent to get something out of our one-sided conversation with the Divine or pray in a completely wrong manner.

Indeed he must make us humble to learn and accept what prayer is and its paramount importance in the fight.