Saturday, October 08, 2016

He Never Pleaded His Case

I was reading Isaiah 53 and was struck by a thought... Jesus never pleaded His case. He never defended His actions. He had every right to. He hadn't done anything to warrant what man said to Him or did to Him. 
I am curious why I feel the need to do that for myself. If I feel I'm wronged or misunderstood, don't I run to defend myself? Don't I find others who can tell me if I'm right in a situation? Don't I lean over to my nearest friend to explain myself? Aren't I completely wrecked when someone thinks ill of me?
In writing this I notice something that stand out. Me. I. Myself. My defensiveness all about protecting my image. Jesus knew that His pride and dignity shouldn't matter to Him in the sight of man. It mattered before God. 
"He was oppressed and afflicted,  yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,  and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth." Isaiah 53:7

I've heard those words many times before. Even sung them! But never in this light. Jesus took on so much for us and never said a word. He could have stared the disciples down so many times and said, "I'm carrying your burdens, healing you, putting up with your stupid ideas and limited perspectives, teaching new things, showing you unlimited love, and yet somehow you are whining about ... what? Seriously!? Give me a break! I gave up my heavenly body and throne to come down here as a human... for you, you ungrateful piece of poop."
He endured our stupidity, our hurtful words, and still chose to die for us. (And I don't think that just because I wasn't physically there at the time Jesus was that my words didn't wound Him.) He chose to endure all of it and never try to come out looking like the hero He is. He loved us too much. 
He didn't plead His case, and more often than not, I shouldn't plead mine. If He thought I was worth it, I don't need to right my image in anyone's sight but His. 

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Come, Ye Disconsolate by Thomas Moore

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish,
Come, at God's altar fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish--
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,
Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure,
Here speaks the Comforter, in GOD'S name saying--
"Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure."

Go, ask the infidel, what boon he brings us
What charm for aching hearts he can reveal,
Sweet as that heavenly promise Hope sings us--
"Earth has no sorrow that GOD cannot heal."

Tuesday, April 09, 2013

Passing The Test

"If you don't pass the test, God'll give it to you again, ya know."

Words of the very wise Clinton, our neighbor. They were said in passing to Scott one day in a conversation while walking the easement. Nothing big to Clinton, I'm sure, but they have stuck with me for all this time.

While having some quiet time today I read a like passage. "... A man is a slave to whatever has mastered him." 2 Peter 2:19

It almost popped from the page but I couldn't have told you quite why until I thought about it more.

What masters me? What controls my actions? Fear? Money? Approval? Food? Vanity? Service? Work? Obligations? What do I obsess over most? What dominates my thoughts? Hope? Love? Listening to Christ? Sharing Christ's story? Faith?

Obsession is the human addiction... no one is immune. But with God's help and a focus on letting Him be Master of me, my obsession can be on Him.

Not too bad in my book. Now if only my decision to live as such could be etched in stone, unable to be changed in a weaker moment.

So I take the test again... one day, I'll pass. One glorious day.