Thursday, 30 May 2013
Random thoughts from a Wednesday
Personal disasters may be small in the grand scheme, but they are no less devastating for that. Even the smallest wounds should be tended by loving hands. If you care in the small things, people will trust you with their tragedies.
Love & Joy
Love is sharing of an intimate, unpredictable kind. Its beauty cannot be fully seen. Its worth cannot be fully expressed. It is ultimately selfless and abundantly joyful. Joy is more predictable, though less known. Joy is a constant, unending delight in God - even in sorrow, even in the darkness to be felt. It is there, delight battling despair, coming out victorious, though perhaps bruised and bloodied, but all the purer for its wounds. Joy is marked by maturity, by a "settledness" that comes from love - we have joy because Christ loves us with love incorruptible.
Hope & Light
If Christians share Christ only in the good times, and fall into despair and hopelessness in the bad times, then what are they doing? We are not only lamps in light, but in darkness as well - especially darkness. That is where the world will see us shining, and wonder at the sight. They may look at the world and see nothing but shadowed tragedy, but there is light. Christ is the great Challenger of darkness. He has overcome it. Through Him, we have also overcome it. God is not only God in our joy, but in our sorrow too. He keeps His flame burning in us, and we need not fear the pitch.
Thursday, 2 May 2013
Hope
Thursday, 19 July 2012
Five women & God's grace
O, those months. The visit with Elizabeth; the joy in knowing Joseph believed me, that he would stay! - the long, aching travel; the inn. No room in the inn. Where am I to bear this child? The time has come!
My beautiful boy. Look at you - so small and frail, needing me. What is the grace of God, that I should bear the Saviour of the world? I need him. The whole world will need him. The shepherds came and told us their story, how the choir of angels sang. A Saviour. Christ the Lord. My baby. I will treasure these things and ponder them. Could it be that the promises of God have been fulfilled? The time of waiting is over - the Messiah has come!
Thursday, 3 November 2011
Though you have not seen Him
My hope is in Christ, Whom I have not seen.
I have not seen Him, but I love Him.
When I think of all He has done for me, all He has transferred to me, all He has died for in my name and for my sake, I cannot help but love Him.
Jesus said to him, “Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” (John 20:29 ESV)
Blessed are those. Blessed are those. We walk by faith, not by sight. We hope in the promises of Christ Jesus. We believe in Him and rejoice in His name. We live and rest and delight in abiding in Christ, echoing John in his utterance: Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!
He is the Master and King of creation,
Gathering people from every nation
Redeeming them by His own shed blood
Overpowering sin with a gracious flood
Of forgiveness and peace, of mercy and love
Coming down from the Father of Lights up above.
There is no other being remotely above Him
And though I have not yet seen Him, I love Him.
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
God's power
I can swim, but I prefer solid ground beneath me.
If I am forced to swim, I like seeing the bottom. As soon as it gets a little bit shadowed or dark, I begin to imagine that some deep-sea (or deep-lake) monster is going to rush up and grab me, dragging me down into the pressurized darkness, cracking all my bones. Deep water makes me nervous.
The monstrous, roiling waves, capable of overpowering the greatest of ships constructed by man, capable of destroying cities, of overturning houses, of pummeling rock to sand to be lapped up against the shore...this grand, terrifying body is subjected to the God I call Father.
Wow.
Deep calls to deep
at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
have gone over me.
(Psalm 42:7, emphasis mine)
I am not comforted by the sea. Yet I am comforted by the fact that the sea is God's sea. The waterfalls are God's waterfalls. The deep that calls to deep, the deep that thunders nervousness in my chest, is the deep that answers to the Creator's call.
When life sends wave after wave of trial and trouble at me, I know that these waves are not battering me in spite of God's attempts to protect me.
God is sending the waves.
And God is protecting me.
God will bring me through what He has in store for me, even if my journey consists of travelling down to the pressurized darkness of the deep. Even if I cannot see the bottom, even if I cannot see the end in sight, I will praise God, because He holds me, and the waves answer to Him.
Saturday, 15 October 2011
Kept in heaven
I think of my love of Scotland in terms of my love of heaven. Born again to a living hope...
I have an inheritance (kept in heaven) by Jesus Christ, my Saviour (in heaven), Who entered into heaven to appear in the presence of God on my behalf (Hebrews 9:24). One difference between Scotland and heaven (there are not many ;) ) is the fact that my citizenship is actually in heaven. To go to Scotland would mean being a bumbling, delighted foreigner. To go to heaven would mean going home.
I have never been to heaven, but I love it. I love the Saviour Who awaits me there, Who will bring me into His kingdom, Who keeps my inheritance.
“Many shall come from the east and west—and shall sit down with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 8:11)
But there will be nothing to make believers afraid in the kingdom of heaven. Though the sins of their lives ‘were as scarlet, they shall be made white as snow; and though red like crimson, they shall be as wool.’ Their sins will be ‘remembered no more;’ ‘sought for, and not found;’ ‘blotted out as a thick cloud;’ ‘cast behind God’s back;’ ‘plunged in the depths of the sea.’ If we were in the presence of a stern judge, or of a king clothed in awful majesty, we should not dare to sit down. Once joined to Christ by faith, they are complete in the sight of God the Father, and even the perfect angels shall see no spot in them. Surely they may well sit down; and feel at home!"
— J.C. Ryle
Saturday, 3 September 2011
No Regrets?
Recently I read a quote from a grand ol' theologian who lived quite a number of years ago. In general, I love to read what he wrote. His words are a blessing and an exhortation.
However, this particular quote gave me some pause. It said something to this effect:
"Let us strive to have no regrets on our deathbed."
I know I will have regrets on my deathbed. I just will. I will regret not being braver, of saying nothing when I ought to have said something - or saying something when I ought to have said nothing at all. I will regret that I let opportunities pass by. I will regret that I have not loved as deeply or truthfully as I could have. I will regret every time I was unjustifiably angry. I will perhaps regret, as Andrew Fuller did on his own deathbed, that I will not have enough strength left to worship God.
But it's not about my regrets.
Life is not about being able to lay down your head for the last time and say, "I'm happy with what I've done and been."
Life - and death - are about Christ Jesus. It is about what He has done for me.
I will have regrets. Yet all my regrets will be demolished by this one thought:
But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ! (1 Corinthians 15:57)
All my regrets are washed and overcome by my Saviour. As I lay dying, if I am not taken swiftly, I hope that my mind will not dwell on what I have accomplished (or failed to accomplish). I hope my mind will be dwelling on my Jesus, praising Him for His gift of salvation, and smiling upon the last few moments of life that are all that remains between me and seeing His face.
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Day by Day
Day by day and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best-
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.
Every day the Lord Himself is near me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
He whose name is Counsellor and Power.
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.
Help me then in every tribulation
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation
Offered me within Thy holy word.
Help me Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,