>I find I tend to rehash the same thoughts over and over. Some of it is because people bring up a topic and I go back to my unfinished Shef’s Abridged Encyclopedia and scratch out a few
words paragraphs, or pull a highlighter out and thank God for getting something close to correct.
I love the facility in which I currently attend with the Saints I colabor with (an then also worship with on Mondays Wednesdays, and Sundays) while God has allowed me to be there. Many reasons I enjoy the partnerships in the gospel but one in particular is that my pastor, while quite young is old in his music choice. We challenge each other with lyrics from time to time. Having switched from Methodist to Baptist I have long since given up the sprinkles, but I would miss the methodical usage of the hymnbook if it weren’t for my pastor taking me back from time to time. Although not quite enough, I can fee many 3rd and 4th stanzas from some standards slipping away. [Gotta find an app for that.]
That said a good friend sparked something I had put away for a few hours only to fan the flame all over again. Until He says time shall be no more it is my resolution to find a way to say it is well. BUT there is the problem, looking at what I have, what I have not, and what I had and squandered on ebay leads to anything but it is well. A sort of self-absorbtion leaves us to look at things incorrectly. Bad is bad. And as Professor
Cleophus Larue of Princeton says “there is real trouble” that we deal with. But what is more real than “Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be made sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll, The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend.” You can’t say ‘it is well’ about suffering, about family woes that are completely beyond your power, about owing enough to need 6 jobs, about sickness, or the fact that you can’t eat spam without spinach until you have an objective viewpoint beyond the woe. Not that it ceases to be reality but that it ceases to be the lone truth. And you can’t have an objective view point greater until you’ve embraced a message that is objective also. That message is the Gospel.
What makes the writer see the gospel reaching to the mountains and flowing to the lowest valley? What makes a man struggling to learn integrity write, “When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise, Than when we first begun” then recognizing that the momentary pause between now and eternity is exactly that and finish with “praise God, praise God, praise God….” Who writes ‘we are our Father’s heavenly children?” Only one who has looked at the Gospel and realized with each gracious moment of understanding that He has only begun to scratch surface of all that it means in every part of our lives. And he is HAPPY about just the scratch. There is more life in the scratch than one could imagine.
And if the Gospel has such gracious tangible meaning now, then just imagine when faith shall be no more and we shall actually see Him.