Mid-month approaches in February. The sun is shining but things are not as they ought to be…that thought that we subdue with forgetfulness, tame with entertainment and a minimum of two glasses of merlot.
Things are not as they ought to be and how to bridge the chasm between what they ought to be, but are right now? There is no earthly way because philosophy has tried to answer the existential dilemmas and failed. I instantly think of the name Kierkegaard, one depressed existentialist from the otherwise content peoples of Scandinavia.
Musings from time past, when the questions were first asked. And they will be again because we cannot help bust ask questions because we know that there is an Answer, and He does not always divulge the deep stuff, the answers to which we are not privy, probably because we are not intelligent or wise enough to understand.
Perhaps I’ve been spending too much time in a corporate environment…the thought occurred to me sometime last week: What if I’m supposed to be on mission? What if my first, best destiny is some kind of ministry, apart from office politics and monthly salaries?
I thought about it because the sermon that previous Sunday at church was about the Gospel, and the fact that it must be preached. Can I preach the gospel where I am? How can I keep from failing in that responsibility?
I’ve been reading up on the history of Hacksaw Ridge, the subject of Mel Gibson’s latest work. How do I stack up against Desmond Doss, the conscientious objector medic who was prepared to face court martial and the stockade for doing what he knew to be right? Where would I find my courage faced by a determined Imperial Japanese enemy who fought to win at all costs?
I’ve seen the things that God allows to happen. He allows heart-breaking, breath-taking calamities, the left-jabs of life, and the knock-out blows from the right arm of death.
31 “Simon, Simon, Satan has asked to sift all of you as wheat. 32 But I have prayed for you, Simon, that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers.” (Luke 22; NIV)
Why does God not intervene visually and spectacularly for us? Why is it most often seen in retrospect? And isn’t it a mystery that He prays for us?
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.” (Romans 8: 35 – 37)
I can only conclude that somehow, it fulfils His purpose. Somehow, He wants us to fight the good fight of faith, which may involve us finding belief in the midst of evidence to the contrary.
On this Friday morning, with all these thoughts and more I prayed to be able to see Him in the day and for Him to be a practical help for those in need. If God knows anything, He knows what we need in the most practical sense. A colleague gave me bread (egte plaasbrood), and other gave me jam and butter and if that isn’t practical evidence, then I don’t know what is. Completely unexpected, and welcomed and yet not every rumbly tummy is met with unexpected bread. Perhaps that what fighting the good fight of faith means.
Listening to CCFM this morning, Rob Parsons was delivering a lecture/homily and all I can remember from that now, four and a half hours later, is that God loves me, even if I didn’t have a quiet time this morning, or even though I may have been spiteful or ignorant or partisan or lacking daily faith in the last fortnight.
17 Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.
(Habakkuk 3; NIV)