Learning so many things. Largely regarding my own insufficiencies and wretchedness, apart from God's grace.
I still desperately want to be able to construct flowcharts sufficient to prescribe proper action.
I still desperately want to perceive my understanding as sufficient to gauge what is right and good.
I still cling erroneously to the notion that I know what love is, per my own conceptions and experiences and interpretations of God's ways and wisdom and created order.
But He's been increasingly allowing me to see the utmost need for His guidance moment by moment in all things, such as to fail to know else except to turn to Him in prayer and seek out His Word, that by His Spirit He'll make straight the path before me. This, regarding some Everest-style circumstances, as goes interpersonal relationships. And corporate relationships. And professional relationships. And life. Daily.
I have failed for many months. A year? Utterly. At consistency and diligence. All the more to have appreciation for His mercy toward me, where comes His guidance, deliverance, and preservation. I say this somewhat tongue-in-cheek, as not meaning whatsoever what once I may have--I do not in any capacity despair of life, I am not in any capacity any longer (in the present moment, at least--this battle is still one waged regularly) despising myself...but merely say this in terms of what it is to stand before an all-powerful, all-knowing, all-loving, wholly good Creator God who sustains me, whom I have utterly been defiant of and despised per my actions again and again: I do not deserve life. Nor peace. Nor kindness. Nor mercy. Nor health. I deserve consequence adequate to the egregious wrongs I've done against Him who so love me as to know me in my mother's womb and love me, even there.
We all deserve such.
And yet His love is so much that, instead, He came in the flesh to walk amongst us and endure that righteous consequence of wrath, Himself. Satisfied my debt. Our debt. Into death. And overcame even death. Resurrected. That all who come to Him in truth will receive mercy rather than the consequence due us.
This is unfathomable. Incomprehensible.
He is trustworthy. Above all. As none else could ever be.
This God. This One God. This Only God.
He is trustworthy. For no matter how dire our circumstances, no matter how deep our despair, no matter how severe our suffering--and there are some beyond utterance--He is trustworthy, in the midst, as He endured and endures with us while yet continuing to extend the offer of mercies untold. Every day, mercies. Beyond measure.
One of the evangelists whom the Lord has been gracious to me through has discussed the difference between man's mercies and God's mercies as considering what one would face in a human court of law. Go before the judge with a few transgressions of the law having been confirmed by officers, and if it's a first offense perhaps the judge will have mercy. Yet, go again in a year with 100 of the same offenses, no matter how grieved you may be to have committed the same the judge is going to throw the book at you, so to speak: you will swiftly encounter consequence as pronounced by the judge.
But, of God? All the more treacherous and despicable are our deeds, in that higher court, as against perfect law, perfect justice, perfect good--and yet, if we come before Him knowing our guilt and embracing the truth of it openly...not rejoicing but contrite...come to Christ Jesus and He will have mercy. Having already paid the debt, Himself. Again and again. And all the more grieved are we, when this is the case--to love Him is to loathe the sin for which He sacrificed Himself to atone the consequence. And yet He forgives.
And even those who don't come, contrite, He is long-suffering toward primarily.
Rain falling upon the just and the unjust, even as the sun shines on both.
We humans aren't nearly so merciful.
All the more dire and grievous when those we love, whom He loves, wander. We must pray for one another. And speak loving words of truth to one another, prayerfully seeking reconciliation with truth. Even as, all the while, our utmost allegiance is to Christ--so, too, do we love those whom He loves.
Yet honoring God, first.
I am piecing through some things which are very grievous and trying, still, and may write openly. He will guide and guard, surely, as I continue to press on toward Christ Himself. Yet these are matters which have been wrestled with deeply and painfully for the past few years.
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Saturday, July 28, 2018
Just a Moment
Lord willing, there will be time here again sometime in the nearish future. So many minor, yet compelling changes lately, plus so many heavy contemplations, have held my attention and efforts elsewhere.
He continues to keep me, without regard to my constant failures and insufficiencies. Or rather, maybe that really is the course, as Jesus said He did come to seek and to save that which was lost. That those who were blind might have sight, just as the dead would live at the sound of His voice.
Constantly, I'm reminded of my inability to do right or be good enough in my own strength. I'm plagued by realizations of my own brusqueness, impatience, and uncaring nature--but only with simultaneous arising of a longing to be made over in these areas, as one who is gentle, patient, and loving. So to be more like Him. Charitable of spirit, thought, and deed.
To be less self-consumed--that is the grief and desire of my heart. Yet, longing to be thus while without departure from truth--not to seek to care as the world cares, with a view only to promoting others' self-indulgences in pursuit of pleasures and esteem...but caring as He cares.
Regardless, point being is there's been a lot of time given to deeper realization of my own natural (i.e., fallen) nature's opposition to God and godliness--and, moreover, the inability to be godly except that it be His work, in effect and per instance by His Spirit. He is able.
He continues to keep me, without regard to my constant failures and insufficiencies. Or rather, maybe that really is the course, as Jesus said He did come to seek and to save that which was lost. That those who were blind might have sight, just as the dead would live at the sound of His voice.
Constantly, I'm reminded of my inability to do right or be good enough in my own strength. I'm plagued by realizations of my own brusqueness, impatience, and uncaring nature--but only with simultaneous arising of a longing to be made over in these areas, as one who is gentle, patient, and loving. So to be more like Him. Charitable of spirit, thought, and deed.
To be less self-consumed--that is the grief and desire of my heart. Yet, longing to be thus while without departure from truth--not to seek to care as the world cares, with a view only to promoting others' self-indulgences in pursuit of pleasures and esteem...but caring as He cares.
Regardless, point being is there's been a lot of time given to deeper realization of my own natural (i.e., fallen) nature's opposition to God and godliness--and, moreover, the inability to be godly except that it be His work, in effect and per instance by His Spirit. He is able.
Monday, April 2, 2018
Considering Revision and the Necessity of Discernment
I have been in prayer for the past couple months about whether to completely rework the intro pages here. And am still unsure.
On the one hand, it's really concerning that many linked materials are to strange or false doctrines. And although there is the reminder that we have to each test all things and seek God's guidance, by His Holy Spirit and Word, to discern whether teachings, spirits, or howsoever else are from God or from the spirit of man, or even from another sort spirit...
...although there's the reminder of the need for testing and discerning God's will, still it's concerning to me that there are linked materials which I now know--per a greater familiarity with His Word and ways, per a clearer sight of what defiance constitutes and what honoring a loved one entails...
...there are materials linked which I am entirely convicted are of demonic doctrines.
And that's concerning. Because it's no small matter to consider that others could in any way be led astray by my erstwhile meanderings (which the Lord so graciously recovered me from, despite me).
On the other hand, there's awareness that standing testimony of His power to deliver into truth is revealed in my prior ease of proclaiming such weirdness and deviance as to constitute "helps."
Which...even prior to the strangenesses linked, He delivered me from witchcraft. Which part of the deliverance was a slowly blossoming awareness of the wretchedness of these not-unrelated ideologies.
God, alone, knows why such deliverance was gradual and not all at once. He, alone, knows why. Large parts entailed my incredulity at being so self-deceived--surely the things I considered to be so beneficial to me and "to others" were just fine and redeemable: Had He not had mercy on me and let me see that the thoughts and ideologies and practices I'd continued engaging in weren't loving or honoring to Him (but were, in fact, destructive and defiling), I'd still be caught up in seeking to institute my own will and authority based on deluded assumption that calling such practices according to Scriptural names (like...regarding them as "merely" constituting a "different means" of practicing discernment, words of knowledge, prophecy, etc--different, specifically as generated per self-will and self-understood-intent) sufficed as unto their "redemption" as "godly practices."
Witchcraft is witchcraft, though, no matter what it uses to try to justify itself--just as "rebellion is as witchcraft," so is witchcraft a rebellion of will and pursuit of one's own intentions and understanding of what's right and good and acceptable, spiritually.
He has given me that the desire of my heart is to honor Him, now, through submission and waiting upon Him. Even though the desire needs a lot of refining, in my day to day walk--still, I rejoice to be aware of this need and also trust Him for its fulfillment. Because He's faithful. Whenever He's brought me to a point of even being aware of a need as to want it filled, it's been a condition of realizing myself thus empowered to possess the wherewithal to ask Him for forgiveness of whatever-thus-errant-condition is and ask for help as correction of that condition. Because I just can't do it.
Even leaving aside the fact that I can't undo the sins I'd committed which have condemned me to just judgment and wrath (apart from Christ), then even if I were to want to be able to "reform myself," sin has made such a shambles of my sensibilities that it's all I can do just to trust Him to lead me in paths of righteousness. Apart from Him doing so and revealing to me what righteousness is (per His Word and Spirit), I couldn't even recognize sufficient to undertake...and in desiring to undertake in my own strength, again and again, weird inclinations to glory in my own strength arise all the while (as unto self-righteousness) such that the efforts are contaminated along the way. Except that He continually give grace and redemption. Unto dependence upon Him for guidance in all things.
That kind of constitutes a major distinction between worldly religious practices and turning to God through Christ:
Every other religious pursuit builds people up in their estimation of abilities to be able to do righteousness through a process of learning why and how to think and act appropriately--through concerted exertion of effort and will. Thus power to accomplish righteousness ultimately remains and rests in the hands of the proselyte, and eventually the disciple may become a "master" through attaining to higher understanding of how to practically apply the ideologies espoused, and through pragmatic application.
Whereas, coming to know Christ more deeply is coming to more deeply realize one's need for constant direction. He makes us partakers of His nature, ever to bring us to a point of deeper yielding to His will, ever unto a greater reverence and trust for His guidance. The deeper the love for and reliance upon His Word, the deeper the yielding to His Spirit, the more pervasive the rest in His will, the more wholehearted the rejoicing in His ways. Unto whatever difficulties, therein submitting only more deeply to Him. Unto walking through the fire untouched by the flames (spiritually speaking).
Jesus, Himself, said that He did nothing of Himself. He did as the Father has done, speaking as was given Him to speak. He was obedient, not striving for some sort of independent mastery. And everything He did was predicated upon His entering creation--He divested Himself, in humility, and did not exalt Himself as God, did not demand obeisance of all and sundry, while walking amongst us. Rather, He castigated those who sought recognition and sought to exert authority per their own understanding, thus distinguished as being apart from and actively in opposition to submission to God.
Of these two particular constructs...
Who gets the honor, in each situation? Who is the one which will be esteemed, exalted, and/or glorified?
Who is really being served?
There are so many warnings to beware of false teachers, false prophets, false doctrines, false spirits. Again and again, consideration has come back round to concern over who is being exalted per focus of thoughts and patterns of pursuit. Is pursuit of knowledge of God--not to imitate, but to submit to and thus be led by Him--at the heart of matters?...such that He will be glorified rather than the one who attains imitation. And is Jesus, Himself, glorified as God and Lord of all?...such that He receives all honor, esteem, and praise, rather than His such honor being minimized as would exalt the idea of discipleship.
Thing is...If we don't accept Him for who He is, we don't accept Him. And an unfortunate matter I've wandered across is that wanting to be like Him seems often too near a desire to be Him, in His stead. That was a specific temptation which I dealt with for quite some time: wanting to have power, wanting to exercise His authority, wanting to be exalted alongside Him...all while refusing to consider submitting to Him. And all the while of much of that temptation, I was simultaneously deluding myself to believe I had love and respect for Christ, Himself--despite despising His Godhood and preeminence in all things as essentially rejecting His manifest sovereignty over me.
Problem was I wanted to reign with Him, not be subject to Him. He's been gracious to let the truth come to light.
The problem was--submitting to anyone rankles, when we would rather be exalted, glorified, worshipped...or even just honored, accepted, and respected.
But it's evil to likewise despise Christ's authority. He is our Creator. We are His to do with as He wills. We can't make ourselves His equal. And it's only by submitting to Him and humbling ourselves before Him that He may exalt us. And that in due time--not in our time.
If that's offensive, there's need to seek His help in submitting to truth: I've had to ask help on that account too many times to count. Every time pride seeks to take a stand, again. Which it often does when circumstances become personally trying or even the least bit "unfair."
It's along these lines of reasoning that concern centers regarding materials linked elsewhere--many contain a lot of stuff that presumes to teach how to come to a deeper, higher experience of God and authority, according to attaining a particular type of understanding of Him. But there's no formula for getting Him to exalt us in due time. There's just God's work, His Word, His Spirit: We seek Him. As we seek Him, we find Him. As we draw near to Him, He draws near to us. But even all that is predicated on Him. We defiantly haven't the sense to seek Him, except that He incite the effort. No man comes to the Son except it he be drawn to do so by the Father, Jesus said.
So, effectively--we're the ones who complicate matters, ever wanting to bring everything into subjection to our own understanding. On which count--He's so gracious that He has given us a whole Bible full of Himself-revelatory information. So many things therein, including a character study of both God and of man, so as to have some amount of reasonable understanding of His ways and clarification of our own (if openly, honestly assessed and pursued with sincere desire to simply know truth).
His Word is enough for us, ever per His Spirit's leading. And yet, He's still been even more gracious to also give us one another in the Body--by His Spirit and Word, to build one another up in truth, to testify to one another of His faithfulness each to each, to exhort, edify, commend, reprove, and encourage in truth...with love. And so many things. We just have to test all things, for none of us is without error: If anyone claims to be without sin, he's a liar and doesn't know God. Or, at least that's what John wrote.
So many things to read and peruse and wonder at, in so many places--some of which is incontrovertibly defiant of God, some of which is controvertibly so (perhaps the most dangerous, many having shreds of truth intermixed unto somewhat palatability), and some of which legitimately and primarily glorifies Him. I'm going to continue to pray about what to do, and for the time and energy to do so.
May He guide us each into a greater love for Him and others and greater desire to know Him and His ways. May He give us each a great and uncompromising (firm, yet gracious and gentle) love of truth...before Himself and in the midst of the world.
Edit: Didn't take as long as I'd been making it out to be.
And that's concerning. Because it's no small matter to consider that others could in any way be led astray by my erstwhile meanderings (which the Lord so graciously recovered me from, despite me).
On the other hand, there's awareness that standing testimony of His power to deliver into truth is revealed in my prior ease of proclaiming such weirdness and deviance as to constitute "helps."
Which...even prior to the strangenesses linked, He delivered me from witchcraft. Which part of the deliverance was a slowly blossoming awareness of the wretchedness of these not-unrelated ideologies.
God, alone, knows why such deliverance was gradual and not all at once. He, alone, knows why. Large parts entailed my incredulity at being so self-deceived--surely the things I considered to be so beneficial to me and "to others" were just fine and redeemable: Had He not had mercy on me and let me see that the thoughts and ideologies and practices I'd continued engaging in weren't loving or honoring to Him (but were, in fact, destructive and defiling), I'd still be caught up in seeking to institute my own will and authority based on deluded assumption that calling such practices according to Scriptural names (like...regarding them as "merely" constituting a "different means" of practicing discernment, words of knowledge, prophecy, etc--different, specifically as generated per self-will and self-understood-intent) sufficed as unto their "redemption" as "godly practices."
Witchcraft is witchcraft, though, no matter what it uses to try to justify itself--just as "rebellion is as witchcraft," so is witchcraft a rebellion of will and pursuit of one's own intentions and understanding of what's right and good and acceptable, spiritually.
He has given me that the desire of my heart is to honor Him, now, through submission and waiting upon Him. Even though the desire needs a lot of refining, in my day to day walk--still, I rejoice to be aware of this need and also trust Him for its fulfillment. Because He's faithful. Whenever He's brought me to a point of even being aware of a need as to want it filled, it's been a condition of realizing myself thus empowered to possess the wherewithal to ask Him for forgiveness of whatever-thus-errant-condition is and ask for help as correction of that condition. Because I just can't do it.
Even leaving aside the fact that I can't undo the sins I'd committed which have condemned me to just judgment and wrath (apart from Christ), then even if I were to want to be able to "reform myself," sin has made such a shambles of my sensibilities that it's all I can do just to trust Him to lead me in paths of righteousness. Apart from Him doing so and revealing to me what righteousness is (per His Word and Spirit), I couldn't even recognize sufficient to undertake...and in desiring to undertake in my own strength, again and again, weird inclinations to glory in my own strength arise all the while (as unto self-righteousness) such that the efforts are contaminated along the way. Except that He continually give grace and redemption. Unto dependence upon Him for guidance in all things.
That kind of constitutes a major distinction between worldly religious practices and turning to God through Christ:
Every other religious pursuit builds people up in their estimation of abilities to be able to do righteousness through a process of learning why and how to think and act appropriately--through concerted exertion of effort and will. Thus power to accomplish righteousness ultimately remains and rests in the hands of the proselyte, and eventually the disciple may become a "master" through attaining to higher understanding of how to practically apply the ideologies espoused, and through pragmatic application.
Whereas, coming to know Christ more deeply is coming to more deeply realize one's need for constant direction. He makes us partakers of His nature, ever to bring us to a point of deeper yielding to His will, ever unto a greater reverence and trust for His guidance. The deeper the love for and reliance upon His Word, the deeper the yielding to His Spirit, the more pervasive the rest in His will, the more wholehearted the rejoicing in His ways. Unto whatever difficulties, therein submitting only more deeply to Him. Unto walking through the fire untouched by the flames (spiritually speaking).
Jesus, Himself, said that He did nothing of Himself. He did as the Father has done, speaking as was given Him to speak. He was obedient, not striving for some sort of independent mastery. And everything He did was predicated upon His entering creation--He divested Himself, in humility, and did not exalt Himself as God, did not demand obeisance of all and sundry, while walking amongst us. Rather, He castigated those who sought recognition and sought to exert authority per their own understanding, thus distinguished as being apart from and actively in opposition to submission to God.
Of these two particular constructs...
Who gets the honor, in each situation? Who is the one which will be esteemed, exalted, and/or glorified?
Who is really being served?
There are so many warnings to beware of false teachers, false prophets, false doctrines, false spirits. Again and again, consideration has come back round to concern over who is being exalted per focus of thoughts and patterns of pursuit. Is pursuit of knowledge of God--not to imitate, but to submit to and thus be led by Him--at the heart of matters?...such that He will be glorified rather than the one who attains imitation. And is Jesus, Himself, glorified as God and Lord of all?...such that He receives all honor, esteem, and praise, rather than His such honor being minimized as would exalt the idea of discipleship.
Thing is...If we don't accept Him for who He is, we don't accept Him. And an unfortunate matter I've wandered across is that wanting to be like Him seems often too near a desire to be Him, in His stead. That was a specific temptation which I dealt with for quite some time: wanting to have power, wanting to exercise His authority, wanting to be exalted alongside Him...all while refusing to consider submitting to Him. And all the while of much of that temptation, I was simultaneously deluding myself to believe I had love and respect for Christ, Himself--despite despising His Godhood and preeminence in all things as essentially rejecting His manifest sovereignty over me.
Problem was I wanted to reign with Him, not be subject to Him. He's been gracious to let the truth come to light.
The problem was--submitting to anyone rankles, when we would rather be exalted, glorified, worshipped...or even just honored, accepted, and respected.
But it's evil to likewise despise Christ's authority. He is our Creator. We are His to do with as He wills. We can't make ourselves His equal. And it's only by submitting to Him and humbling ourselves before Him that He may exalt us. And that in due time--not in our time.
If that's offensive, there's need to seek His help in submitting to truth: I've had to ask help on that account too many times to count. Every time pride seeks to take a stand, again. Which it often does when circumstances become personally trying or even the least bit "unfair."
It's along these lines of reasoning that concern centers regarding materials linked elsewhere--many contain a lot of stuff that presumes to teach how to come to a deeper, higher experience of God and authority, according to attaining a particular type of understanding of Him. But there's no formula for getting Him to exalt us in due time. There's just God's work, His Word, His Spirit: We seek Him. As we seek Him, we find Him. As we draw near to Him, He draws near to us. But even all that is predicated on Him. We defiantly haven't the sense to seek Him, except that He incite the effort. No man comes to the Son except it he be drawn to do so by the Father, Jesus said.
So, effectively--we're the ones who complicate matters, ever wanting to bring everything into subjection to our own understanding. On which count--He's so gracious that He has given us a whole Bible full of Himself-revelatory information. So many things therein, including a character study of both God and of man, so as to have some amount of reasonable understanding of His ways and clarification of our own (if openly, honestly assessed and pursued with sincere desire to simply know truth).
His Word is enough for us, ever per His Spirit's leading. And yet, He's still been even more gracious to also give us one another in the Body--by His Spirit and Word, to build one another up in truth, to testify to one another of His faithfulness each to each, to exhort, edify, commend, reprove, and encourage in truth...with love. And so many things. We just have to test all things, for none of us is without error: If anyone claims to be without sin, he's a liar and doesn't know God. Or, at least that's what John wrote.
So many things to read and peruse and wonder at, in so many places--some of which is incontrovertibly defiant of God, some of which is controvertibly so (perhaps the most dangerous, many having shreds of truth intermixed unto somewhat palatability), and some of which legitimately and primarily glorifies Him. I'm going to continue to pray about what to do, and for the time and energy to do so.
May He guide us each into a greater love for Him and others and greater desire to know Him and His ways. May He give us each a great and uncompromising (firm, yet gracious and gentle) love of truth...before Himself and in the midst of the world.
Edit: Didn't take as long as I'd been making it out to be.
Songs: I Stand Amazed (How Marvelous), O Come to the Altar
He is wonderful. He is risen.
He is Lord of all.
He is faithful. Jesus is so faithful. Hallelujah!
I fail Him and others countless times a day--choosing to do things which gratify myself rather than seeking to love (and thus honor) Him and others. Love does not seek it's own.
Walking that out goes against everything in me which is of the flesh and of worldly understanding: The mere thought of forsaking my own understanding (again and again) of the way things need to be: forsaking seeking self-preservation, forsaking seeking to justify and defend myself...forsaking seeking to navigate my way through this world...
...leaves my skin crawling, so to speak. And creates utter discomfort and indignation, even to consider. Because everything of worldly understanding which yet persists tries to overwhelm me with the lie that unless I seek my own way, according to my own understanding--doing what is right in my own eyes, according to what I "see" and "understand" of the world, life, others, and self--I will find myself bereft of all things needful and utterly downcast and trodden underfoot.
But that's just a lie.
God's word says that those who trust in Him will not be ashamed.
And that Christ is sufficient--whether enduring feast or famine.
And that those who wait upon the Lord will find their strength renewed.
And those who run to Him will find refuge, deliverance, wisdom, strength, and all things needful.
His word tells me I am to trust in Him with all my heart, and lean not on my own understanding.
And that I am to walk by faith in Him--trusting Him, because I know of Him and His ways, to lead me. In paths of righteousness, even--for His name's sake, He leads us thusly.
His Word tells me that He knows my every need. And that I have only to ask, because He knows already. And that which is most needful is for me to seek first His kingdom and righteousness, that I may find Him and be filled.
He tells me that I am to purchase from Him food and drink, without money.
And seek Him for wisdom and to be clothed in righteousness. And also that He would refine my faith, which is more precious than gold.
He tells me that He has taken me up, and that those whom He has taken up He will carry. Even to the end of my days--to gray hairs and incapacitation of age.
Jesus tells me that it is more blessed to give than to receive.
And that I am to forgive. And plead reconciliation. And His Word lets me know that I am to bear with others in love. And, with great care, seek to bring back to truth those who have gone astray--to reprove and edify in truth, with love.
His Word tells me that, of all things, I am to be led of His Spirit. For His children do walk by His Spirit, and are no longer enslaved to sin and the flesh.
His Word tells me that I am to love Him with everything I am--above all things, He is to be my treasure all the days of my life. And that as He has given His life so that I may have life, giving me a heart of flesh so as to love Him...then, too, am I to give my life to Him. His Word tells me I am to walk as a living sacrifice unto Him. Loving Him and others. Seeking to do His will. The Father's will.
Even as my Savior did.
That although I may not understand so many things. And though I may despair to see a deeper glimpse of the wretched darkness of my own heart. Having thus a clearer portrait of quite how hopeless a cause it is to presume I could know even how to pursue good in my own strength, by my own understanding. Then, by His mercies still I am saved, day by day.
Resting in the finished work of my Lord and my God--Jesus Christ, God incarnate, God the Son. He came, He submitted unto death, He lay down His life, He suffered the wrath of God due me, He satisfied my debt of sin, becoming a curse for me...He entered death, that thusly entering He would overcome sin, death, and the grave. He overcame the world. He defeated death. And brought into subjection all the powers of this world. All of them. He arose. Praise God, He arose!
Death did not defeat Him. He arose. Life, incarnate. The Word of God, in the flesh. Jesus Christ arose from death--He left His grave.
His death is my death. He took it for me. That His life would be my life. By grace, believed.
So, I trust Him. He draws me back, again and again, from the brink of collapse and utter compromise. Ever to a pleading with Him to restore me, to restore feeling in my heart and love for Him and others. To restore sight, as to see and know truth. And asking Him for greater depths of each--so to glory in Him and rejoice in Him in the midst of a sea of loathing. Yet buttressed from within by His Spirit's yielding a steadfast remembrance of the truth of His sovereignty. Ever bringing to mind all that which He has said and of His faithfulness to me.
He is worth every moment of pain. He is worth every uncertainty endured. Knowing Christ is worth all and everything which could be asked.
And the truth of the matter is--even prior to submitting and surrendering to the truth of who Jesus Christ is, and of my need for His forgiveness and direction, there was only numbness, despair, desolation, pain, and ever-faltering moments of hollow resolve. Nothing which constituted my life's hope and direction, prior to submitting to the guidance and deserved wrath of God (meted through and resolved upon Christ, my God), had substance. It was all just so much "smoke and mirrors"--shifting sands under my feet, even as the tide of society's favor shifted from one purported foundation for security unto another. From family to fame to professional success--each to each, shifting so much as to indicate only falsity of hope (as made apparent yesterday by a couple blessed sisters' discussions of this latter concept).
They were so astute to note that in a world which has no ultimate standard, nothing is substantial: So, the only hope is seeking for a true, lasting standard by which to live.
His Words endure. His Word endures.
He reigns.
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Relationships, Sin, and Shame
Three main areas being dealt with right now:
Relationships
Self-Indulgence
Shame
Which, maybe that's always the focus, just in varied ways? Regardless, these have been the points of surrender and instruction with the Lord, most recently. Sometimes that's a little more clearly recognized than at other times.
Along the line of relationships so much idolatry, grief, injury, and confusion is being addressed. Regarding family, especially. There's been so much injury and untruth perpetuated between all parties, yet ongoing. The social dynamic revolves around various sorts of manipulations--unawares, though, is the point of grief: Compulsive, habitual. Which all is neither healthy nor God-honoring.
So the largest concern has been regarding what love looks like, in such circumstance. How can I love without condoning sin, without exalting sin, without entering freely in to situations where sin would knowingly have free reign and influence--especially when merely interacting has continually been interpreted as agreement on all fronts, and when my words have many times been twisted against their meanings entirely (particularly to dispel conviction of the Holy Spirit, which is particularly grievous to have been noted). The latter of this all seems a natural consequence of the way I used to interact, prior to coming to know Christ--I was adept at comforting people at the expense of their consciences and truth. Whatever the emotional ailment, I could find a way to rationalize things as acceptable or at the very least, rationalize it as acceptable not to accept guilt. I was adept at dispelling truth and doing away with notions of guilt, and rationalizing every sort of wickedness as justifiable.
So to see the fruits of that former lifestyle now holding sway in interactions? Such that either my words are being utterly massacred to serve the former (thus still expected) desires for false comfort...or are being interpreted to mean I'm now demon possessed and insane (the two things I've been told were discussed within family as reasons for my change of being)...
...to see all that and wonder how to not knowingly continue to support defiance against God?
...in itself, seems a paradoxical consideration given how sin so often is still given reign in my own flesh.
I'm tempted to believe there'd be less conflict regarding withdrawal from fellowship, if family concerns were just more blatantly a matter of overt witchcraft or physical sexual exploitation. But that just isn't so. I fell back into fellowship with word-of-faith teaching fairly readily when desperation for the Lord set in while attending my previous church--this, despite having been convicted that word-of-faith teaching is witchcraft. So, I still rationalized going back to it, despite knowing it's demonic doctrine--doctrine which exalts humanity to a level of "godhood" which isn't warranted by Scriptures, which attempts to use Scripture as a tool to manipulate God into indulging human covetousness for earthly stability, health, and prosperity.
Despite knowing how wrong, how wicked, I still went back. And still...still consider it the lesser of evils, in ways--I'm grateful the Lord used that wickedness on my part to extract me from the sway held over me at the other church. Though I'm grieved to note my wickedness in falling prey to staying from Him by wandering into both places.
None of us is above falling prey to demonic doctrines, false teachings, antichrists, except that He restrains or delivers.
Which lattermost is the point that's so paradoxical--finding myself in a position of seeing and lamenting what it would cost (of sin and encouraging sin) to re-enter fellowship with my family, while yet seeing myself incapable of refraining from sin, of walking by the Spirit as to overcome sin...except that He restrains me, changes me, and extends continuous grace so to do and be kept.
I'm not above anything being done anywhere. I'm not beyond faltering into the greatest depths of wickedness. I do not want to so falter, but even that is a work of His grace. So, except that He keeps me and delivers me...I would, this very moment, still be wholly content to wander from distraction to distraction as has been done (to increasing damage to my walk with the Lord) for the past year and some--rationalized as to "manage" pain and also at times still to "fit in." I'd probably be walking around Walmart right now, looking at potential, needless purchases. Or eating somewhere. Rather than being humbled by the gratitude of realizing His mercy upon me, yet again, and humbled to remain in awareness of my desperate need for His continued keeping lest I fall right back again.
So even as I cannot keep myself from sin, the thing of the all of my relationships--of family, of friends, of all of my human interactions (broken and haphazard and unwell as they all still are: at least, as any degree endeavored apart from Christ's constant leading)--is that I can't do it. I just can't. My parents told me, when I was in kindergarten, that the word "can't" was a four-letter-word and had no place in my vocabulary. But they were wrong.
I can't do life or relationships without Christ's constant help: I need Him to help with each of even the least bits of every aspect of interaction. And especially in as much as I'm still so fleshly as to be overcome by emotional or sexualized interactions so to falter into anxiety, depression, despair, et al--then all the more has He evidenced that there is no hope for interaction of any sort except that each and every instant be consciously an act of surrendered, loving obedience to Christ...awaiting His direction and help and love, so to be and do as is good. I can't work that out, though--can't manifest it.
But He can.
And...He's brought me to despair of my patent inability in all these matters, increasingly, just so as to surrender to my abject need of Him, all the more. In each and every instance. Each and every moment. For every word. Though imperfectly lived, no less the truth. And I'm at His mercies for help in this.
All of which...has been the case. But this is still more, somehow.
Before, so much interaction was a matter of terrified desperation--even to be able to interact sincerely was to desperately cry out for Jesus to help, each moment, or otherwise be contorted and destroyed by fear. Because walking with Christ means no longer having been able to perpetuate the lies and facades that once allowed me to pretend interaction with any degree a semblance of ease (except for brief moments of faltering, still).
So, there's that...of relationship things.
And there are bits and pieces of the evidences of self-indulgence interspersed along the way of that contemplation. Giving into distraction, letting my heart be turned to try to find succor other than Jesus. And being contorted and influenced by the fear of man has been an underlying theme, thereabouts.
I have strayed, though. Which seems a continual thing. He is gracious to use my need for redemption to exalt His faithfulness and His love and His mercies toward me, again and again--bringing back to a deeper point of acknowledging the depths of my depravity and recklessness, of the flesh, of the danger of turning my eyes from Him. Of so many things. But mostly to see His mercies, to despair of my ineptitude, and to rejoice anew in His faithfulness and how blessed it is to be forgiven and kept by Christ.
None of us are exempt from faltering. I had thought myself above faltering due to the depth of my appreciation and love for Him, though unspoken, at the outset of walking with Him. I had believed and even asked Him that I would never falter from pursuing Him wholeheartedly--unto greater and greater surrender and love. But again and again, self-indulgence has won out by way of physical comforts or pleasures and idolatry of man.
But we can't serve two masters. Period. My heart cannot be both given to constantly craving new, shiny, pretty things (no matter how "cheap" or inexpensive) and wholly exulting in Christ's fellowship. My heart cannot simultaneously seek to unceasingly thrill on distraction after distraction of information about social developments or new technologies or popular trends or scientific discoveries or whatsoever else and wholeheartedly revel in pursuing new depths of realization of Christ's (which is to say, our God's) majesty and glory. My heart cannot simultaneously give itself to deeply desiring and attempting to sate itself upon tangible, fleshly, worldly indulgences while also maintaining a taste for, a deep thirst for, and ever continually striving to drink of the living waters of God. No matter how innocuous any tangible "indulgences" may seem--bit by bit, or at a time--if, as, and when they amount to becoming a desire which outcries my heart's longing for God, Himself, and fellowship with Him through His Spirit...I have fallen into sin. (Listened to a sermon yesterday--Piper, maybe?...or Keller?...or maybe this one?--discussing the root word origin for something related to sin--or, actually, I think it was temptation?--something about how it has to do with excessive desire...)
And I have fallen into sin. Or had again, and He is only now just bringing me through the gift and ability of repentance. It seems. I hope.
I despaired for months (between intermittent posts) over my inability to even want to do what I wanted to want to do. I despaired of having reached a point of hard-heartedness as that I could no longer want to do right (to draw near to the Lord, more specifically), but only saw further desire for self-indulgence, entertainment, and distraction from reality in my heart. And it's not as though sin has been completely stricken from me, even now. But now I do increasingly long for it to be, at least, where a week ago still there was only a minor desire...and a week prior to that, nothing but indulgent deadness except for brief moments of His quickening.
There is still great need to return to a regular course of fasting, which is as unto subjecting the body (in non-life-threatening ways--as to honor and seek after God, not test Him) to spiritual seeking. Fasting is only possible for me when the Lord gives strength to do so, is all. I find myself incapable of mustering the strength to even desire to do it, even--except to know the need of it and to remember the nearness to Christ embraced by such a forcible flinging of my all upon Him in subjection and need for His strength. Even if doing so as pleading with Him for help and for faith and in prayer of other matters. Or just for His help and nearness in general, like as needs now (though there are so many specific matters that I cast on Him for mercy).
The course of fasting is between Him and me, though. He will work out the ways and means with each and every one of us, as He calls. For all I know, fasting from the internet for a week might require just as much grace and empowerment from God for some others as it would for me to fast from solid foods for the same span.
The thing is, I cannot force Him to help me with these things. And even with fasting--that does not obligate Him in any way. If He gifts repentance, if He gifts grace to bring the flesh into subjugation to the spirit per fasting or any means--it's grace, alone. His grace is not something earned, negotiated for, nor warranted. Otherwise it wouldn't be grace. Like Paul was saying--if you work for a wage, then the wage isn't grace, it's something you are due. But we don't and cannot work for grace. Because God's grace isn't earned. Just as His mercy isn't earned.
Moses got the word straight up, on that count, and Paul recounted it too--God said He will have mercy on whomever He will have mercy on. Moses asked Him why some people received mercy, and that's what God responded. Period. And Isaiah wasn't the only one to be given to discuss what it is to question the Maker about such matters as His will for us--in terms of declaring the absurdity of any potsherd daring to question or remark against the Potter as to what He's forming. Again, Paul recounted this, too.
So, all the more, when I have faltered and seen my own willfulness and sinfulness apart from His continual deliverance and strength...it is deeply humbling to know that there is nothing except His grace which restores me and yields repentance and surrender and seeking of Him.
And maybe that's why He has allowed me to fall so many times, already--pride is dashed when it's shown to be a lie. Seeing my own proclivity for sin and my own failures and my fallibility...and being restored only after much pleading with Him (while being made aware, the while, that I wouldn't even be aware as to plead except that He had already had mercy)...drives home my powerlessness and subjugation to His will. Necessary and increasingly glad subjugation to His will, as it were. Especially knowing His will is good.
And because there's nothing apart from Him that satisfies. Everything else only feeds in such a way as actually increases the unholy desires being fed: indulgence is unto a more consuming desire for greater indulgence, ever increasing. Not satiety. But whereas the desire for Christ and feasting upon Him does also reap a greater desire for a love of Him, this is unto greater peace and joy (and all the complex fruit of His Spirit--engendering personal fulfillment and satisfaction) while the indulgence of self (of sin) reaps a continual unrest, disappointment, unease, depression, anxiety, despair, and desperation for increased diversification and depth of such distractions. Maybe some people plateau, on the latter? Maybe some people are content at a certain level of indulgence and just stay there, and just bear with the unrest and relative lack of fulfillment in life--yet calling it enough? But that is still emptiness. Solomon called it all vanity.
I don't want to continue with such vanity. It's false at core, especially considering that our created order and design is to seek, to love, to glorify, and to fellowship with our very Creator--the God of all the universe! Seriously. There's no comparison. Especially not having tasted and known/realized/acknowledged/embraced/loved the goodness of His love--nothing else suffices. Nothing can compare.
So. I can't keep myself from faltering, though. I can't manage to prevent myself from wandering. I have continually strayed from Him--even calling it good intentioned, at times, like as with attendance at the previous church. Which was a second instance whereby was evidenced my tendency to want to live my walk with Christ through the lens of others' perceptions of truth, That has not proved helpful, again and again--being told what to do, how to believe, what to expect, and how to interact with God...has numerous times, now, been my Achilles' heel for faltering into sin beginning with such idolatry of man. This temptation has especially been overwhelming when coming from people whom I have believed to be walking closely with the Lord, and especially when provided in terms of what I "need to do" and how I "need to be" as to be godly. Rather than being directed to Jesus Christ, Himself, that is.
The first such major faltering was amongst my own family.
Then amidst a church which prides itself on especially sound doctrine.
And most recently faltering has been beside another family.
All of which has been my sin. I have only indulged what was latent in my own flesh. Merely, circumstantial factors were used in each instance to rationalize giving into sin and turning from Christ. Peer pressure, and I submitted against the Lord's leading. Esteeming the opinions of others more than God's regard. Desiring approval and inclusion by others more than the loving fellowship of Christ. And I still falter, much to my grief. And my own faltering....well, the thing is--I don't know whether the ones whom I was beside perhaps may be well in their faith, as they stand? And perhaps I'm just not at liberty within my own faith to do the things others do. Thing is, they led the willing, as it goes. I didn't stray entirely against my will. I indulged temptation, rather, in turning to others to be God for me. To be present with me in His stead. Rather than to still long after Him with grief and sometimes joy. But with separation, still, and much efforts. It feels easier sometimes to seek solidarity with others, to seek meaning in fellowship, rather than continue to strive after God while yet in fellowship--needing to continue to test all things.
So, yeah. That's not just a passive idolatry of man. In my heart, I wanted others to be present in His stead. As Him, in a way. To quell the yearning for His nearness. Rather than continue to seek. To be told, rather than need still to draw nearer Him to listen. To have a visible companion, rather than to tune my heart to relish His presence and the fellowship of His Spirit.
That doesn't work, of seeking others to be in His stead. I've heard the following said, and it's true: there's no such thing as second-hand Christianity. You can't inherit a relationship with Christ.
So, then, neither can you take part in one with Him by-proxy. It's one-on-one or it's nothing at all. God and man--each to each. We will each one of us stand or fall before Him on the final day. And the same goes for now, as salvation and walking with Him goes.
There are no excuses, on that point.
And as shame goes, too--I stand or fall before the Lord.
Truth of the matter is, there are things I've done which are deeply shameful. There are aspects of who I yet am, awaiting Christ's return and my full deliverance--things which I battle regularly before the Lord--which are shameful. I would not speak of them in any but the Lord's company, except He gives leave to do so. And of a truth, I am guilty.
He knows this. He knows these things. And Jesus Christ gave his life to pay my debt, to atone for my sins, and to cover my shame. This is not something that gives me leave to exalt myself, but rather to cast all I am upon Him in surrender and gratitude--crying for mercy, finding His grace sufficient even for me, rocked to the depths of my soul with amazement at His kindness and love, humbled in gratitude for the gift He has given...a gift I could never earn nor deserve, so that much more cherished.
How wonderful He is. How beautiful is Jesus's love for us, that He would give His own life to atone for our sins...while we yet hated Him and spurned His love with our every willful breath. Yet in mercy He came. And died, becoming our sacrifice. And overcame death, becoming our life.
In Him we live and move and have our being, indeed. He isn't far from us. He came, that He would be found and His mercies embraced.
There's so much lately about needing to know the need of a savior, as to ever be saved. Otherwise, there's no desire for salvation. As with the Pharisees, who believed their own version of righteousness was sufficient, especially given that it was based upon Scriptures and their diligence and utmost desire to be complicit to God's Word. They believed they had accomplished what they had set out to do, per devout attentions. That is a deep warning to us all. If the very people of God, entrusted with His own Word, could so fail to know Him and fail to attain His salvation...despite being born into their stature and raised on the Word...
...how much more easily will we fail to know His salvation? It is not by works, but by faith.
Though faith which produces no works isn't faith. If we abide in Him, we will bear fruit. Period. By faith. Abiding in Him. Not apart from Him.
But what are we commanded? We are to love God, with everything we are. If we do love Him, then we will obey Him...out of love. Period. And obedience which isn't borne of love--it isn't obedience, it's moralizing, devoid of life.
So what is the work? Do justice, love mercy, walk humbly with God. Love God. Love others. A love arisen naturally out of love for Him, or not love at all. Love is not devoid of emotions. Love is the highest of them all. And even as compassion is a depth of pity which is so charged with emotion that it engenders action, then so is love which is of God a love which drives us to act.
So what are works, then? If we are to love Him. And love others as He has loved us all, that we may be perfect as He is perfect...
What is it, but to cast all we are? To cry for mercy? To know our need of change and our inability to muster even the desire for love? And cast this all on Him, continually, until He answers?
He does Answer. Granted, He also is the answer... =) ...but He does answer. It's not something contrived, not something we can conjure us.
Like as with my brain injury--I can (less now than at the outset) remember what it was like, slightly, to be able to think in certain ways. I remember what it was to be able to do math well, for one. But I am abjectly incapably of forcing my mind into that way of being. It doesn't do it the same way, now. Math used to be fun and easy. Theorems made sense. It just stuck. Doesn't now. I can't change my brain. Even having spent a long while recuperating to the point of being able to do sums again, my brain still doesn't function as it did.
Similarly, I cannot and we--none of us--cannot change our hearts. We might remember what it has meant to feel something at some point. We might lament feeling something we do feel, even. But though we can manipulate by delving into distraction after distraction, we cannot actually alter the consistency and ability of our hearts to muster emotion and love for God and one another. And anything we do to try to muster something of "good" effectively is only false, arisen from machinations that are of mixed mettle and motive. But He can change our hearts. And He does. And He will, if we ask Him. Continually. Don't stop asking until He answers. Doesn't matter if you can't even feel to desire to truly want the change--He can do that, too. And it's not that He answers because He's obligated to by anything on our part. No, He's just told us that He will be found by us if we seek Him. He's told us He'll answer. We may not know when or how or in what way, but He has told us that He will do so if we seek Him with all our heart--even knowing we have to depend on Him for the mettle to be able to do so, then still also crying out for help on that count. He will answer. He does.
Just don't stop seeking. Don't stop striving after Him. All the world wants to consume us, our very flesh wants to consume itself unto death, and the forces of wickedness would have us crushed for the mere sake of seeing another image bearer of God demolished...but we have shelter and help in God. He is who He has said He is and will do as He has said. We cannot and do not have to attempt to manipulate Him into doing so. He does as He wills, and it has been His will to reveal Himself to us through His Word, and to reveal His ways. And to reveal that He is faithful and does look for opportunity to show Himself strong on behalf of those who trust in Him. This may not always look like what we would prefer, and it's certainly not without pain and persecution. But the peace and joy of knowing Him...
...of having peace with God, though Jesus Christ--God's own son, God incarnate...
...is above all treasures.
I am grateful He has been merciful to me. May He lavish mercies on you, too. Christ's peace and grace be with you, whoever and wherever you are.
All of which is a long bit of rambling. But these are the recent things He's been working on, in me. There are so many facets to each. So many long-suppressed realities which He's been bringing into subjection to truth. So many griefs and fears. And the longings of my heart, all again arisen to be surrendered.
He is a faithful Friend. Christ is the best friend I have ever had...even despite all my wanderings.
Relationships
Self-Indulgence
Shame
Which, maybe that's always the focus, just in varied ways? Regardless, these have been the points of surrender and instruction with the Lord, most recently. Sometimes that's a little more clearly recognized than at other times.
Along the line of relationships so much idolatry, grief, injury, and confusion is being addressed. Regarding family, especially. There's been so much injury and untruth perpetuated between all parties, yet ongoing. The social dynamic revolves around various sorts of manipulations--unawares, though, is the point of grief: Compulsive, habitual. Which all is neither healthy nor God-honoring.
So the largest concern has been regarding what love looks like, in such circumstance. How can I love without condoning sin, without exalting sin, without entering freely in to situations where sin would knowingly have free reign and influence--especially when merely interacting has continually been interpreted as agreement on all fronts, and when my words have many times been twisted against their meanings entirely (particularly to dispel conviction of the Holy Spirit, which is particularly grievous to have been noted). The latter of this all seems a natural consequence of the way I used to interact, prior to coming to know Christ--I was adept at comforting people at the expense of their consciences and truth. Whatever the emotional ailment, I could find a way to rationalize things as acceptable or at the very least, rationalize it as acceptable not to accept guilt. I was adept at dispelling truth and doing away with notions of guilt, and rationalizing every sort of wickedness as justifiable.
So to see the fruits of that former lifestyle now holding sway in interactions? Such that either my words are being utterly massacred to serve the former (thus still expected) desires for false comfort...or are being interpreted to mean I'm now demon possessed and insane (the two things I've been told were discussed within family as reasons for my change of being)...
...to see all that and wonder how to not knowingly continue to support defiance against God?
...in itself, seems a paradoxical consideration given how sin so often is still given reign in my own flesh.
I'm tempted to believe there'd be less conflict regarding withdrawal from fellowship, if family concerns were just more blatantly a matter of overt witchcraft or physical sexual exploitation. But that just isn't so. I fell back into fellowship with word-of-faith teaching fairly readily when desperation for the Lord set in while attending my previous church--this, despite having been convicted that word-of-faith teaching is witchcraft. So, I still rationalized going back to it, despite knowing it's demonic doctrine--doctrine which exalts humanity to a level of "godhood" which isn't warranted by Scriptures, which attempts to use Scripture as a tool to manipulate God into indulging human covetousness for earthly stability, health, and prosperity.
Despite knowing how wrong, how wicked, I still went back. And still...still consider it the lesser of evils, in ways--I'm grateful the Lord used that wickedness on my part to extract me from the sway held over me at the other church. Though I'm grieved to note my wickedness in falling prey to staying from Him by wandering into both places.
None of us is above falling prey to demonic doctrines, false teachings, antichrists, except that He restrains or delivers.
Which lattermost is the point that's so paradoxical--finding myself in a position of seeing and lamenting what it would cost (of sin and encouraging sin) to re-enter fellowship with my family, while yet seeing myself incapable of refraining from sin, of walking by the Spirit as to overcome sin...except that He restrains me, changes me, and extends continuous grace so to do and be kept.
I'm not above anything being done anywhere. I'm not beyond faltering into the greatest depths of wickedness. I do not want to so falter, but even that is a work of His grace. So, except that He keeps me and delivers me...I would, this very moment, still be wholly content to wander from distraction to distraction as has been done (to increasing damage to my walk with the Lord) for the past year and some--rationalized as to "manage" pain and also at times still to "fit in." I'd probably be walking around Walmart right now, looking at potential, needless purchases. Or eating somewhere. Rather than being humbled by the gratitude of realizing His mercy upon me, yet again, and humbled to remain in awareness of my desperate need for His continued keeping lest I fall right back again.
So even as I cannot keep myself from sin, the thing of the all of my relationships--of family, of friends, of all of my human interactions (broken and haphazard and unwell as they all still are: at least, as any degree endeavored apart from Christ's constant leading)--is that I can't do it. I just can't. My parents told me, when I was in kindergarten, that the word "can't" was a four-letter-word and had no place in my vocabulary. But they were wrong.
I can't do life or relationships without Christ's constant help: I need Him to help with each of even the least bits of every aspect of interaction. And especially in as much as I'm still so fleshly as to be overcome by emotional or sexualized interactions so to falter into anxiety, depression, despair, et al--then all the more has He evidenced that there is no hope for interaction of any sort except that each and every instant be consciously an act of surrendered, loving obedience to Christ...awaiting His direction and help and love, so to be and do as is good. I can't work that out, though--can't manifest it.
But He can.
And...He's brought me to despair of my patent inability in all these matters, increasingly, just so as to surrender to my abject need of Him, all the more. In each and every instance. Each and every moment. For every word. Though imperfectly lived, no less the truth. And I'm at His mercies for help in this.
All of which...has been the case. But this is still more, somehow.
Before, so much interaction was a matter of terrified desperation--even to be able to interact sincerely was to desperately cry out for Jesus to help, each moment, or otherwise be contorted and destroyed by fear. Because walking with Christ means no longer having been able to perpetuate the lies and facades that once allowed me to pretend interaction with any degree a semblance of ease (except for brief moments of faltering, still).
So, there's that...of relationship things.
And there are bits and pieces of the evidences of self-indulgence interspersed along the way of that contemplation. Giving into distraction, letting my heart be turned to try to find succor other than Jesus. And being contorted and influenced by the fear of man has been an underlying theme, thereabouts.
I have strayed, though. Which seems a continual thing. He is gracious to use my need for redemption to exalt His faithfulness and His love and His mercies toward me, again and again--bringing back to a deeper point of acknowledging the depths of my depravity and recklessness, of the flesh, of the danger of turning my eyes from Him. Of so many things. But mostly to see His mercies, to despair of my ineptitude, and to rejoice anew in His faithfulness and how blessed it is to be forgiven and kept by Christ.
None of us are exempt from faltering. I had thought myself above faltering due to the depth of my appreciation and love for Him, though unspoken, at the outset of walking with Him. I had believed and even asked Him that I would never falter from pursuing Him wholeheartedly--unto greater and greater surrender and love. But again and again, self-indulgence has won out by way of physical comforts or pleasures and idolatry of man.
But we can't serve two masters. Period. My heart cannot be both given to constantly craving new, shiny, pretty things (no matter how "cheap" or inexpensive) and wholly exulting in Christ's fellowship. My heart cannot simultaneously seek to unceasingly thrill on distraction after distraction of information about social developments or new technologies or popular trends or scientific discoveries or whatsoever else and wholeheartedly revel in pursuing new depths of realization of Christ's (which is to say, our God's) majesty and glory. My heart cannot simultaneously give itself to deeply desiring and attempting to sate itself upon tangible, fleshly, worldly indulgences while also maintaining a taste for, a deep thirst for, and ever continually striving to drink of the living waters of God. No matter how innocuous any tangible "indulgences" may seem--bit by bit, or at a time--if, as, and when they amount to becoming a desire which outcries my heart's longing for God, Himself, and fellowship with Him through His Spirit...I have fallen into sin. (Listened to a sermon yesterday--Piper, maybe?...or Keller?...or maybe this one?--discussing the root word origin for something related to sin--or, actually, I think it was temptation?--something about how it has to do with excessive desire...)
And I have fallen into sin. Or had again, and He is only now just bringing me through the gift and ability of repentance. It seems. I hope.
I despaired for months (between intermittent posts) over my inability to even want to do what I wanted to want to do. I despaired of having reached a point of hard-heartedness as that I could no longer want to do right (to draw near to the Lord, more specifically), but only saw further desire for self-indulgence, entertainment, and distraction from reality in my heart. And it's not as though sin has been completely stricken from me, even now. But now I do increasingly long for it to be, at least, where a week ago still there was only a minor desire...and a week prior to that, nothing but indulgent deadness except for brief moments of His quickening.
There is still great need to return to a regular course of fasting, which is as unto subjecting the body (in non-life-threatening ways--as to honor and seek after God, not test Him) to spiritual seeking. Fasting is only possible for me when the Lord gives strength to do so, is all. I find myself incapable of mustering the strength to even desire to do it, even--except to know the need of it and to remember the nearness to Christ embraced by such a forcible flinging of my all upon Him in subjection and need for His strength. Even if doing so as pleading with Him for help and for faith and in prayer of other matters. Or just for His help and nearness in general, like as needs now (though there are so many specific matters that I cast on Him for mercy).
The course of fasting is between Him and me, though. He will work out the ways and means with each and every one of us, as He calls. For all I know, fasting from the internet for a week might require just as much grace and empowerment from God for some others as it would for me to fast from solid foods for the same span.
The thing is, I cannot force Him to help me with these things. And even with fasting--that does not obligate Him in any way. If He gifts repentance, if He gifts grace to bring the flesh into subjugation to the spirit per fasting or any means--it's grace, alone. His grace is not something earned, negotiated for, nor warranted. Otherwise it wouldn't be grace. Like Paul was saying--if you work for a wage, then the wage isn't grace, it's something you are due. But we don't and cannot work for grace. Because God's grace isn't earned. Just as His mercy isn't earned.
Moses got the word straight up, on that count, and Paul recounted it too--God said He will have mercy on whomever He will have mercy on. Moses asked Him why some people received mercy, and that's what God responded. Period. And Isaiah wasn't the only one to be given to discuss what it is to question the Maker about such matters as His will for us--in terms of declaring the absurdity of any potsherd daring to question or remark against the Potter as to what He's forming. Again, Paul recounted this, too.
So, all the more, when I have faltered and seen my own willfulness and sinfulness apart from His continual deliverance and strength...it is deeply humbling to know that there is nothing except His grace which restores me and yields repentance and surrender and seeking of Him.
And maybe that's why He has allowed me to fall so many times, already--pride is dashed when it's shown to be a lie. Seeing my own proclivity for sin and my own failures and my fallibility...and being restored only after much pleading with Him (while being made aware, the while, that I wouldn't even be aware as to plead except that He had already had mercy)...drives home my powerlessness and subjugation to His will. Necessary and increasingly glad subjugation to His will, as it were. Especially knowing His will is good.
And because there's nothing apart from Him that satisfies. Everything else only feeds in such a way as actually increases the unholy desires being fed: indulgence is unto a more consuming desire for greater indulgence, ever increasing. Not satiety. But whereas the desire for Christ and feasting upon Him does also reap a greater desire for a love of Him, this is unto greater peace and joy (and all the complex fruit of His Spirit--engendering personal fulfillment and satisfaction) while the indulgence of self (of sin) reaps a continual unrest, disappointment, unease, depression, anxiety, despair, and desperation for increased diversification and depth of such distractions. Maybe some people plateau, on the latter? Maybe some people are content at a certain level of indulgence and just stay there, and just bear with the unrest and relative lack of fulfillment in life--yet calling it enough? But that is still emptiness. Solomon called it all vanity.
I don't want to continue with such vanity. It's false at core, especially considering that our created order and design is to seek, to love, to glorify, and to fellowship with our very Creator--the God of all the universe! Seriously. There's no comparison. Especially not having tasted and known/realized/acknowledged/embraced/loved the goodness of His love--nothing else suffices. Nothing can compare.
So. I can't keep myself from faltering, though. I can't manage to prevent myself from wandering. I have continually strayed from Him--even calling it good intentioned, at times, like as with attendance at the previous church. Which was a second instance whereby was evidenced my tendency to want to live my walk with Christ through the lens of others' perceptions of truth, That has not proved helpful, again and again--being told what to do, how to believe, what to expect, and how to interact with God...has numerous times, now, been my Achilles' heel for faltering into sin beginning with such idolatry of man. This temptation has especially been overwhelming when coming from people whom I have believed to be walking closely with the Lord, and especially when provided in terms of what I "need to do" and how I "need to be" as to be godly. Rather than being directed to Jesus Christ, Himself, that is.
The first such major faltering was amongst my own family.
Then amidst a church which prides itself on especially sound doctrine.
And most recently faltering has been beside another family.
All of which has been my sin. I have only indulged what was latent in my own flesh. Merely, circumstantial factors were used in each instance to rationalize giving into sin and turning from Christ. Peer pressure, and I submitted against the Lord's leading. Esteeming the opinions of others more than God's regard. Desiring approval and inclusion by others more than the loving fellowship of Christ. And I still falter, much to my grief. And my own faltering....well, the thing is--I don't know whether the ones whom I was beside perhaps may be well in their faith, as they stand? And perhaps I'm just not at liberty within my own faith to do the things others do. Thing is, they led the willing, as it goes. I didn't stray entirely against my will. I indulged temptation, rather, in turning to others to be God for me. To be present with me in His stead. Rather than to still long after Him with grief and sometimes joy. But with separation, still, and much efforts. It feels easier sometimes to seek solidarity with others, to seek meaning in fellowship, rather than continue to strive after God while yet in fellowship--needing to continue to test all things.
So, yeah. That's not just a passive idolatry of man. In my heart, I wanted others to be present in His stead. As Him, in a way. To quell the yearning for His nearness. Rather than continue to seek. To be told, rather than need still to draw nearer Him to listen. To have a visible companion, rather than to tune my heart to relish His presence and the fellowship of His Spirit.
That doesn't work, of seeking others to be in His stead. I've heard the following said, and it's true: there's no such thing as second-hand Christianity. You can't inherit a relationship with Christ.
So, then, neither can you take part in one with Him by-proxy. It's one-on-one or it's nothing at all. God and man--each to each. We will each one of us stand or fall before Him on the final day. And the same goes for now, as salvation and walking with Him goes.
There are no excuses, on that point.
And as shame goes, too--I stand or fall before the Lord.
Truth of the matter is, there are things I've done which are deeply shameful. There are aspects of who I yet am, awaiting Christ's return and my full deliverance--things which I battle regularly before the Lord--which are shameful. I would not speak of them in any but the Lord's company, except He gives leave to do so. And of a truth, I am guilty.
He knows this. He knows these things. And Jesus Christ gave his life to pay my debt, to atone for my sins, and to cover my shame. This is not something that gives me leave to exalt myself, but rather to cast all I am upon Him in surrender and gratitude--crying for mercy, finding His grace sufficient even for me, rocked to the depths of my soul with amazement at His kindness and love, humbled in gratitude for the gift He has given...a gift I could never earn nor deserve, so that much more cherished.
How wonderful He is. How beautiful is Jesus's love for us, that He would give His own life to atone for our sins...while we yet hated Him and spurned His love with our every willful breath. Yet in mercy He came. And died, becoming our sacrifice. And overcame death, becoming our life.
In Him we live and move and have our being, indeed. He isn't far from us. He came, that He would be found and His mercies embraced.
There's so much lately about needing to know the need of a savior, as to ever be saved. Otherwise, there's no desire for salvation. As with the Pharisees, who believed their own version of righteousness was sufficient, especially given that it was based upon Scriptures and their diligence and utmost desire to be complicit to God's Word. They believed they had accomplished what they had set out to do, per devout attentions. That is a deep warning to us all. If the very people of God, entrusted with His own Word, could so fail to know Him and fail to attain His salvation...despite being born into their stature and raised on the Word...
...how much more easily will we fail to know His salvation? It is not by works, but by faith.
Though faith which produces no works isn't faith. If we abide in Him, we will bear fruit. Period. By faith. Abiding in Him. Not apart from Him.
But what are we commanded? We are to love God, with everything we are. If we do love Him, then we will obey Him...out of love. Period. And obedience which isn't borne of love--it isn't obedience, it's moralizing, devoid of life.
So what is the work? Do justice, love mercy, walk humbly with God. Love God. Love others. A love arisen naturally out of love for Him, or not love at all. Love is not devoid of emotions. Love is the highest of them all. And even as compassion is a depth of pity which is so charged with emotion that it engenders action, then so is love which is of God a love which drives us to act.
So what are works, then? If we are to love Him. And love others as He has loved us all, that we may be perfect as He is perfect...
What is it, but to cast all we are? To cry for mercy? To know our need of change and our inability to muster even the desire for love? And cast this all on Him, continually, until He answers?
He does Answer. Granted, He also is the answer... =) ...but He does answer. It's not something contrived, not something we can conjure us.
Like as with my brain injury--I can (less now than at the outset) remember what it was like, slightly, to be able to think in certain ways. I remember what it was to be able to do math well, for one. But I am abjectly incapably of forcing my mind into that way of being. It doesn't do it the same way, now. Math used to be fun and easy. Theorems made sense. It just stuck. Doesn't now. I can't change my brain. Even having spent a long while recuperating to the point of being able to do sums again, my brain still doesn't function as it did.
Similarly, I cannot and we--none of us--cannot change our hearts. We might remember what it has meant to feel something at some point. We might lament feeling something we do feel, even. But though we can manipulate by delving into distraction after distraction, we cannot actually alter the consistency and ability of our hearts to muster emotion and love for God and one another. And anything we do to try to muster something of "good" effectively is only false, arisen from machinations that are of mixed mettle and motive. But He can change our hearts. And He does. And He will, if we ask Him. Continually. Don't stop asking until He answers. Doesn't matter if you can't even feel to desire to truly want the change--He can do that, too. And it's not that He answers because He's obligated to by anything on our part. No, He's just told us that He will be found by us if we seek Him. He's told us He'll answer. We may not know when or how or in what way, but He has told us that He will do so if we seek Him with all our heart--even knowing we have to depend on Him for the mettle to be able to do so, then still also crying out for help on that count. He will answer. He does.
Just don't stop seeking. Don't stop striving after Him. All the world wants to consume us, our very flesh wants to consume itself unto death, and the forces of wickedness would have us crushed for the mere sake of seeing another image bearer of God demolished...but we have shelter and help in God. He is who He has said He is and will do as He has said. We cannot and do not have to attempt to manipulate Him into doing so. He does as He wills, and it has been His will to reveal Himself to us through His Word, and to reveal His ways. And to reveal that He is faithful and does look for opportunity to show Himself strong on behalf of those who trust in Him. This may not always look like what we would prefer, and it's certainly not without pain and persecution. But the peace and joy of knowing Him...
...of having peace with God, though Jesus Christ--God's own son, God incarnate...
...is above all treasures.
I am grateful He has been merciful to me. May He lavish mercies on you, too. Christ's peace and grace be with you, whoever and wherever you are.
All of which is a long bit of rambling. But these are the recent things He's been working on, in me. There are so many facets to each. So many long-suppressed realities which He's been bringing into subjection to truth. So many griefs and fears. And the longings of my heart, all again arisen to be surrendered.
He is a faithful Friend. Christ is the best friend I have ever had...even despite all my wanderings.
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
Trust: Through the Valley
Walking by faith is a trial of faith, in itself: Dependent upon trust in the One in whom faith rests. Do I trust Him enough to take Him at His word that He'll never leave nor forsake me? Do I trust Him and know who and how He is well enough to be able to keep in mind, or at least periodically remember, that all things work to good to those who are called? And do I trust Him to remind me, even as I forget so easily and so frequently, of the "Egypt" from which He delivered me--through impossibility and though death sought to hold sway, time and again? Do I trust Him to bring the things which He's said to remembrance, when I'm too far gone to have strength or wherewithal to even recognize the need to remember Him?
Do I trust His motives? Do I trust His means? Do I trust Him? ...enough to be led, though all others might reject and scoff, or spurn and cast off...or even simply just forget me, along course of my pursuit of Christ? Do I trust Him to convict me of sin and righteousness? And to work out the salvation He'd begun in me unto completion--having bought with His own blood the right to do so at His own pace and according to His own perfect wisdom?
Do I trust Jesus, my Lord and my God, to perfect my faith through trials? Various trials. Even ones which seem unlike trials, for being so very internal--for, as now, being so much concentric the notions of worldliness and devotion?
That is the question, though. Do I trust Him. Do you?
It helps that He reminds me of where He's brought me--out from death, out from worldly hedonism (which was unto despair, personally), out from abject desolation of meaningless. He delivered me out of the pits of hell on earth--self-instituted, as pursuing fulfillment earnestly and doggedly, but according to carnal understanding. I had gone deeper and deeper into despair, into meaninglessness. Empty on all sides and increasingly bereft of the will or ability to do anything. Blessedly incapacitated in God's direction.
He gave me hope by reminding me that there's deliverance and life in Himself which I had no means of attaining apart from Him. He gave me life by drawing me into His own death. Seeing Him as He is, for even a moment at a time, and being granted the gift of repentance per being permitted to see the truth of my own wretchedness and sin. Sin for which He suffered, so to deliver me. What despair, to realize anything of the cost of my waywardness...as unto His suffering and death. My Lord and savior, the Blessed One who is abjectly Beloved...that He would suffer at any cause... ...inconceivable. And to know my guilt, thereof. To witness it. And the same goes for each of us. Our sins are what held Him there, on that cross--not a power, in themselves, but in order to atone for them He endured. Our guilt is manifestly evidenced in and as and by His suffering--Jesus Christ's suffering evidences our culpability. We are guilty of His death. That He would die to atone for our sins, to be the propitiation...the only possible propitiation..
...all the more do we stand condemned if we reject His mercy, there extended publicly for all to see--and recorded and proclaimed publicly for eternity, for all to be drawn.
He did that, despite my wretchedness. Despite my abject...wretchedness is not a strong enough word...He looked on me with love. And suffered and died that I might come to know His mercies. And overcame death and put sin to death in the flesh, that I might join Him in life eternal and be made free...
And except that He had revealed these things by His Spirit, corroboratively revealed (and finally understood) in His Word, I would not know hope, still.
Since that time, though, He's continued to patiently bear with me. And gradually teach me. About Himself. And about myself. Helping me to come to a greater knowledge of truth, banishing the shadows and transforming my mind and healing and renewing my heart. Bit by bit.
He's let me see how He has even redeemed my faltering so often by cultivating empathy and compassion. I'm still so loveless, so selfish, so fractured. But He has done much work, even for there to be possibility of realizing these things as true--prior, blindness was so vast as to prevent awareness of these states of being as the case...and still my heart is relatively insensate to the depths of the depravity which it houses, awaiting further revelation unto further pleadings for mercy and surrender.
Pleading with Him to grant repentance: Trusting that He will, even to have already gifted insight so to (whatsoever weakly) long for a return to Him unto deliverance from grievous sin--which is to plead for repentance. Increasingly this entails pleading to more wholly long for repentance.
He reminds me, though, unto these things. Because I forget. Often.
One of my deepest idolatries has been of the opinions of others. Wanting approval. Wanting acceptance. Wanting accolade (i.e., worship). And it's occurred to me that He has been systematically (and largely without my awareness, whatsoever) confronting and routing this. I would love for it to be completely snuffed out--to be wholly liberated from fear of/worship of others. But all in His time, however He deems best.
Just, right now, part of that process is entailing division of sorts. Primarily from family. And it has been grievous. And difficult to maintain. And I'm still struggling not to revert to grasping or, alternately, blind submission--like as before submitting to Christ's leading. But...
...I do trust Him. And although I don't precisely understand why things are as they are right now. And I certainly have no idea how they'll proceed henceforth--no idea what's next. But I trust Him. And surrender the all into His hands. Because it's utterly beyond me. All of it.
So, I'll just trust Him. And won't be moved, apart from His guidance. Attempted manipulations, otherwise, will all be brought to and left at the foot of the cross. There is no good in seeking me, as though I offered shelter. Christ, Himself, is the only hope. So I will not be party to pretending otherwise. Submitting to Him as God and Lord of all life's details is the only hope for real, lasting peace, even. So I'm heart-sick of being turned to in order to allay convictions by rekindling a false solace per a strange sort of solidarity which absolutely denies and derides truth while exalting physical presence, alone. Such love is very painful. And I'll continue pleading Christ will intervene with them, all while I submit to Him rather than them--if it didn't have to be either Him or them, as at this juncture...so many things would be different. But I will trust Him.
Yet another aspect of the idolatry of others which is currently being addressed is apparently that I still have a humongous tendency to adopt and adapt to the religious (and/or irreligious, as where goes belief that those presenting such are Christ's own) habits of others around me, as part of attempts to "justify myself" publicly per external conformation. There's kind of been a learning curve along this front, too, as goes learning how to walk with the Lord, myself--I falter into seeking to do so, sometimes, by "trying out" what best "works as means of pursuing the Lord" for others...trial and error, attempting what's presented in the lives of others, per their speech and action. Instead of trusting Jesus to lead me, Himself, so long as I just follow Him in my own devotions. So, there's been the matter of learning and relearning that being His is walking with Him, personally, and having to be led of Him, personally. Again and again, I've had to learn this--sometimes He does lead through things brought by others, but I cross over into sin when I start to depend upon the walk other people have with Him and the ways they walk with Him at the expense and to the exclusion of actually turning to Him and heeding Him, independently. It's a fine line which only He can delineate. But...that's the nature of walking with Him.
Put another way, attempting to do things the way others do them and according to what's generally been advised...has not gone well, again. And there's a lot more factored in than just these bits, but the whole has amounted to a vast faltering again. Even to a point of finding myself desiring the world, again, and desiring the things of the world...and amassing things like clothing, again, and other non-essential, worldly goods. Which aren't, in themselves, bad. But my heart has gotten wrapped up in the exchange--and that is sin. If it were feasible to just oust every bit and have that address the matter of my heart's fickleness?...that would be the "easiest" way to correct and handle my faltering--externally speaking, that is. But I cannot change my own heart. I could get rid of everything, again and again, but unless my heart changes too...it wouldn't help.
So, I'm at a loss except to just trust Jesus, while I keep pleading His mercy. I want so much for restoration of the joy of my salvation, a clean heart, a renewed mind. I want so much to set aside all the weirdness again. But He's also letting this be used to allow me to see even more clearly regarding the other pit I tend to fall into--self-congratulatory self-righteousness, in beginning to still gauge myself against other people rather than remaining focused on Him. Even which is still somewhat a pre-emptive defensive move, having heard so many people mocking "super-spiritual" or howsoever else a "type" of Christian which doesn't enjoy the same "liberties" as themselves--being self-congratulatory effectively is a self-exaltation, which would pre-empt those sorts of derisions by having already adopted the stance of being "superior." Which is absurd. We're all equally fallen.
Such realization just further evidences that so much of my faltering has to do with idolizing the opinions and regard of people. Self-idolatry and idolatry of mankind.
So will I trust Christ with all the uncertainty before me and all the pain and with increased knowledge of my desperate situation, desperate for His deliverance and help--a deeper dependence upon Him, realizing more broadly the vastness of my actual ignorance and inability? He asks very gently, even having already prompted remembrance of His trustworthiness and of my love for Him (rekindled per knowing He so deeply loves me).
I do trust Him. And I have surrendered myself into His hands.
I'm scared, admittedly. Everything so far has been impossible, except for His grace.
There's no way of knowing what's to come.
But I know that He knows. And I know that He is my shelter, my shield, my solace, and my sanctuary. In every storm, and even when I haven't the sense to seek shelter--still, He saves me.
So I trust Him. And I will trust Him.
"I sought the Lord and He heard me and delivered me from all my fears..."
Do I trust His motives? Do I trust His means? Do I trust Him? ...enough to be led, though all others might reject and scoff, or spurn and cast off...or even simply just forget me, along course of my pursuit of Christ? Do I trust Him to convict me of sin and righteousness? And to work out the salvation He'd begun in me unto completion--having bought with His own blood the right to do so at His own pace and according to His own perfect wisdom?
Do I trust Jesus, my Lord and my God, to perfect my faith through trials? Various trials. Even ones which seem unlike trials, for being so very internal--for, as now, being so much concentric the notions of worldliness and devotion?
That is the question, though. Do I trust Him. Do you?
It helps that He reminds me of where He's brought me--out from death, out from worldly hedonism (which was unto despair, personally), out from abject desolation of meaningless. He delivered me out of the pits of hell on earth--self-instituted, as pursuing fulfillment earnestly and doggedly, but according to carnal understanding. I had gone deeper and deeper into despair, into meaninglessness. Empty on all sides and increasingly bereft of the will or ability to do anything. Blessedly incapacitated in God's direction.
He gave me hope by reminding me that there's deliverance and life in Himself which I had no means of attaining apart from Him. He gave me life by drawing me into His own death. Seeing Him as He is, for even a moment at a time, and being granted the gift of repentance per being permitted to see the truth of my own wretchedness and sin. Sin for which He suffered, so to deliver me. What despair, to realize anything of the cost of my waywardness...as unto His suffering and death. My Lord and savior, the Blessed One who is abjectly Beloved...that He would suffer at any cause... ...inconceivable. And to know my guilt, thereof. To witness it. And the same goes for each of us. Our sins are what held Him there, on that cross--not a power, in themselves, but in order to atone for them He endured. Our guilt is manifestly evidenced in and as and by His suffering--Jesus Christ's suffering evidences our culpability. We are guilty of His death. That He would die to atone for our sins, to be the propitiation...the only possible propitiation..
...all the more do we stand condemned if we reject His mercy, there extended publicly for all to see--and recorded and proclaimed publicly for eternity, for all to be drawn.
He did that, despite my wretchedness. Despite my abject...wretchedness is not a strong enough word...He looked on me with love. And suffered and died that I might come to know His mercies. And overcame death and put sin to death in the flesh, that I might join Him in life eternal and be made free...
And except that He had revealed these things by His Spirit, corroboratively revealed (and finally understood) in His Word, I would not know hope, still.
Since that time, though, He's continued to patiently bear with me. And gradually teach me. About Himself. And about myself. Helping me to come to a greater knowledge of truth, banishing the shadows and transforming my mind and healing and renewing my heart. Bit by bit.
He's let me see how He has even redeemed my faltering so often by cultivating empathy and compassion. I'm still so loveless, so selfish, so fractured. But He has done much work, even for there to be possibility of realizing these things as true--prior, blindness was so vast as to prevent awareness of these states of being as the case...and still my heart is relatively insensate to the depths of the depravity which it houses, awaiting further revelation unto further pleadings for mercy and surrender.
Pleading with Him to grant repentance: Trusting that He will, even to have already gifted insight so to (whatsoever weakly) long for a return to Him unto deliverance from grievous sin--which is to plead for repentance. Increasingly this entails pleading to more wholly long for repentance.
He reminds me, though, unto these things. Because I forget. Often.
One of my deepest idolatries has been of the opinions of others. Wanting approval. Wanting acceptance. Wanting accolade (i.e., worship). And it's occurred to me that He has been systematically (and largely without my awareness, whatsoever) confronting and routing this. I would love for it to be completely snuffed out--to be wholly liberated from fear of/worship of others. But all in His time, however He deems best.
Just, right now, part of that process is entailing division of sorts. Primarily from family. And it has been grievous. And difficult to maintain. And I'm still struggling not to revert to grasping or, alternately, blind submission--like as before submitting to Christ's leading. But...
...I do trust Him. And although I don't precisely understand why things are as they are right now. And I certainly have no idea how they'll proceed henceforth--no idea what's next. But I trust Him. And surrender the all into His hands. Because it's utterly beyond me. All of it.
So, I'll just trust Him. And won't be moved, apart from His guidance. Attempted manipulations, otherwise, will all be brought to and left at the foot of the cross. There is no good in seeking me, as though I offered shelter. Christ, Himself, is the only hope. So I will not be party to pretending otherwise. Submitting to Him as God and Lord of all life's details is the only hope for real, lasting peace, even. So I'm heart-sick of being turned to in order to allay convictions by rekindling a false solace per a strange sort of solidarity which absolutely denies and derides truth while exalting physical presence, alone. Such love is very painful. And I'll continue pleading Christ will intervene with them, all while I submit to Him rather than them--if it didn't have to be either Him or them, as at this juncture...so many things would be different. But I will trust Him.
Yet another aspect of the idolatry of others which is currently being addressed is apparently that I still have a humongous tendency to adopt and adapt to the religious (and/or irreligious, as where goes belief that those presenting such are Christ's own) habits of others around me, as part of attempts to "justify myself" publicly per external conformation. There's kind of been a learning curve along this front, too, as goes learning how to walk with the Lord, myself--I falter into seeking to do so, sometimes, by "trying out" what best "works as means of pursuing the Lord" for others...trial and error, attempting what's presented in the lives of others, per their speech and action. Instead of trusting Jesus to lead me, Himself, so long as I just follow Him in my own devotions. So, there's been the matter of learning and relearning that being His is walking with Him, personally, and having to be led of Him, personally. Again and again, I've had to learn this--sometimes He does lead through things brought by others, but I cross over into sin when I start to depend upon the walk other people have with Him and the ways they walk with Him at the expense and to the exclusion of actually turning to Him and heeding Him, independently. It's a fine line which only He can delineate. But...that's the nature of walking with Him.
Put another way, attempting to do things the way others do them and according to what's generally been advised...has not gone well, again. And there's a lot more factored in than just these bits, but the whole has amounted to a vast faltering again. Even to a point of finding myself desiring the world, again, and desiring the things of the world...and amassing things like clothing, again, and other non-essential, worldly goods. Which aren't, in themselves, bad. But my heart has gotten wrapped up in the exchange--and that is sin. If it were feasible to just oust every bit and have that address the matter of my heart's fickleness?...that would be the "easiest" way to correct and handle my faltering--externally speaking, that is. But I cannot change my own heart. I could get rid of everything, again and again, but unless my heart changes too...it wouldn't help.
So, I'm at a loss except to just trust Jesus, while I keep pleading His mercy. I want so much for restoration of the joy of my salvation, a clean heart, a renewed mind. I want so much to set aside all the weirdness again. But He's also letting this be used to allow me to see even more clearly regarding the other pit I tend to fall into--self-congratulatory self-righteousness, in beginning to still gauge myself against other people rather than remaining focused on Him. Even which is still somewhat a pre-emptive defensive move, having heard so many people mocking "super-spiritual" or howsoever else a "type" of Christian which doesn't enjoy the same "liberties" as themselves--being self-congratulatory effectively is a self-exaltation, which would pre-empt those sorts of derisions by having already adopted the stance of being "superior." Which is absurd. We're all equally fallen.
Such realization just further evidences that so much of my faltering has to do with idolizing the opinions and regard of people. Self-idolatry and idolatry of mankind.
So will I trust Christ with all the uncertainty before me and all the pain and with increased knowledge of my desperate situation, desperate for His deliverance and help--a deeper dependence upon Him, realizing more broadly the vastness of my actual ignorance and inability? He asks very gently, even having already prompted remembrance of His trustworthiness and of my love for Him (rekindled per knowing He so deeply loves me).
I do trust Him. And I have surrendered myself into His hands.
I'm scared, admittedly. Everything so far has been impossible, except for His grace.
There's no way of knowing what's to come.
But I know that He knows. And I know that He is my shelter, my shield, my solace, and my sanctuary. In every storm, and even when I haven't the sense to seek shelter--still, He saves me.
So I trust Him. And I will trust Him.
"I sought the Lord and He heard me and delivered me from all my fears..."
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Turning and Returning: Loving Devotion vs. External Obedience
There have been so many small compromises, again, which have amounted to a vast departure from devotion to seeking the Lord.
That could be interpreted in a very legalistic way, granted. There've been times--whether readily apparent or not--where diligent devotion to the Lord has gone from being a point of desperate need of Him--requirement of drawing nearer in whatever ways possible--to being a point of secret pride--exalting in the apparent rigors of devotion. The latter encapsulating the fruits of legalistic pursuits: self-congratulatory appraisals of one's own efforts and the "results."
Or it could be legalistically interpreted as though devotion was a matter of fulfilling a checklist of "religious activity required"--seeking comfort or reassurance or some other sort of self-determined reward from the consistency or perceived rigor of efforts. Like pursuing a knowledge, in some capacity, of Jewish roots and heritage, only to begin to feel pressed to adhere to the Levitical laws. Per a budding belief that Judaica is more nearly attuned to God's desires per the activities prescribed and gifted them as oracles of His being and will and manner, from ages past--as though something, anything could actually add to the acceptance of God found in Christ (Or: could add to God's pleasure in me which is actually known solely through Christ).
Along which lines, I see nothing in Scriptures attesting to degrees of acceptance or degrees of righteousness, but only two categories: righteous or wicked. Again and again, throughout Scriptures. Even in Paul's exhortations to churches, there's a call to return to Christ, to set aside weights hindering such pursuit. There's a "yes" or a "no," to things. Either be reconciled and walk in the light, or be entirely lost and in darkness. Where there's any co-mingling of such--like as of those who were lamented for entertaining gross sins and/or for pursuing false doctrines and/or for apparent failure to continue to pursue knowledge of God in Christ--the edict is to turn, to repent, and to return to Christ. And sometimes that entailed setting aside the idols and making public the errors and sins (as far as external, accompanying acts go). But those works didn't define or constitute the return to Christ, rather they evidenced it.
Showing fruits "worthy" of repentance is what John the Baptist called it, per the King James translation. And I wandered across a text a few days ago discussing the difference in interpretation of words--modern versus archaic--which discussed that phrasing as not being adequate to modern understanding. Rather, connotational intent was that there were no evidences of repentance having occurred. He was indicting on grounds that despite religious leaders' turn-out at his place of ministry to God, there were no actual evidences that they had in fact turned to God. There were no evidences of reckoning with their own sinfulness. No evidences of turning to God for mercy. Rather, there was only continuation of an external appearance of conformity to His will--lives chock full of works and adherence to Levitical law (and then some)--while their hearts were full of self-exultation, hatred and poison. Calling them vipers makes it seem as though they were lethal to more than merely themselves, living as such.
God's law as given to Moses constituted the fixed point around which their entire lives orbited. And yet they did not love Him. We know He did save some out of rigorous external adherence to religious morality (which was intended to signify and constitute righteousness) unto surrender to Him even perhaps through awakening them to the true nature of their own sin, their need of mercy, and awareness of their own inability to ever measure up to His law (the schoolmaster intended to directed us to our need for Christ's all-sufficiency): Like as with Paul, even.
After being dumbstruck at the truth of Jesus's identity, Paul spent the remainder of His life exalting God and proclaiming faith as the saving grace, not works..
...anything we could add to or take away from the salvation or acceptance we have before God (which comes solely in and through Christ) we would glory in, is the problem: That's the nature of sin, the power at work in our flesh: We are prone to glorify ourselves rather than God given any room for that sinful, fleshly impulse to find a grasp or a crevice in our hearts from which to do so. Likewise, we are prone to compare ourselves to one another and judge one another--even to exalt ourselves or debase ourselves compared with others--all based on apparent abilities or accomplishments or deeds or any else which we've adopted and adapted as some idolatrous basis for turning our eyes off of Christ and onto either ourselves or others (which amounts to the same thing, ultimately).
But that's not the Gospel.
The truth of the matter is that we're all sinful wretches. We're all idolatrous, blood-thirsty self-seekers who would like to take vengeance and justice into our own hands if we were permitted. Or idolatrous, self-abasers who erstwhile despair of life and perceived meaninglessness. Or idolatrous, ungrateful wanderers who refuse to acknowledge we are not our own but owe subservience and devotion to our Creator God. Or howsoever else, as nonetheless refusing to honor and love God as we have been created to do. And that is unjust. That is unfair to our Creator. That not only does disservice to Him, it actively maligns Him as being unworthy His due: loving devotion.
If we loved Him, we would long for His fellowship. If we loved Him, we would seek Him first. If we loved Him, our delight would be in Him and not merely in the gifts He lavishes (including the abilities He's ordained each of us to possess).
If we loved Him, we would want to know everything about Him we could conceivably manage to attain.
Rather than constantly being more concerned with nearly anything and everything else going on--whether in our own hearts and minds and lives or those of others around us.
Prov15:16 Better is a little with the fear of the LORD, Than great treasure and turmoil with it. 17 Better is a dish of vegetables where love is Than a fattened ox served with hatred.
But if we know Him and enjoy the fellowship of His Spirit, we are in His love, so whatever comes our way constitutes a better situation than being anywhere outside of His fellowship.
Yet it is a constant pull to be turned to distractions--even just thoughts and moods and pressing responsibility. Rather than to enter each with prayer and to pray to Him all the while throughout each, treasuring His fellowship and presence all the while. (He doesn't turn us to neglect responsibilities or needs, but He ensures they are met with a new vigor and joy as being to His glory, even per rejoicing all the while just to know Him.)
That is such a travesty: turning away from the source of all life and joy, again and again. And I am very grieved over having erred so many times and continually, as such.
He reminds again and again that He is the Shepherd, not me. And these falterings are evidence of the depth of my need of Him, that I don't have the power nor consistency nor diligence nor wherewithal not to be drawn astray unless He keep me.
So I learn more about His faithfulness when He again recovers me after I've been let to stray. When pride begins to creep up at "how well I'm doing in pursuing Him, how consistent," then comes the fall--then comes the straying. And from each to each, every time He recovers me He has allowed a deeper glimpse into how very utterly lost I would ever and continually be without His mercies and His constant provision--even drawing and keeping me in contented, loving devotion, again blessedly warming my heart to Him anew.
So, anxiety is high. Depression has (increasingly, until very recent) been a constant companion again for months--despite attempts to also deny that presence. But not without hope. And though these things are torturous in their own ways, still, the desire to be more consciously surrendered and walking with the Lord isn't arisen out of desire for deliverance from them.
No, but to just be nearer to Him again. Though He's never left: My own thoughts have strayed, my own heart has dimmed again against His love by the clamoring of so many attempted distractions as alternate "fulfillments" and "provisions:"
Distraction from pain does not cause the pain to cease--though that's been a lifelong means of coping with grief. This tendency has constituted the largest part of what's undergirded and driven straying, lately--wanting not to be so utterly grieved, wanting not to bear the grief of so many things pressing in on all sides, ultimately having no means to bear through on my own...and turning to old methods of coping rather than continually turning to Jesus.
The pain of reality is sometimes so overwhelming--loss, deaths, tragedies, devastations, disasters, injustices, so many things. But whatsoever constitutes actively turning away from truth and reality of these matters (even seeking empty distractions which numb the mind so to lessen the acuity of grief)...constitutes turning away from Him. You cannot avoid reality, avoid truth, without simultaneously shutting out awareness of and devotion to God, simultaneous.
But I trust Him. He is faithful, or I wouldn't still be alive and wouldn't still have sense enough to keenly long for His fellowship. And I would rather have searing truth and devastating grief with my God's company and preserving love...than have a lifetime of distracting achievements and pleasures and worldly accomplishments which nonetheless leave me utterly empty and without fundamental hope, all the while.
Which isn't to say that "accomplishment" and "achievement" can't be part of walking with Him, no. Just that any pursuit of busyness (no matter how seemingly beneficent or lauded) for sake of avoiding truth, thus avoiding God--or for sake of finding "alternate meaning" than that which comes along course of loving Him and walking humbly with Him as we're created to do--is empty.
Anyway, I'm just grateful He hasn't left us all as orphans. We have His Spirit and His Word. And fellowship with others who love Him. He is a good Father.
Jesus's sacrifice to atone for our sins was and is sufficient. His resurrection is proof.
And He reigns.
That could be interpreted in a very legalistic way, granted. There've been times--whether readily apparent or not--where diligent devotion to the Lord has gone from being a point of desperate need of Him--requirement of drawing nearer in whatever ways possible--to being a point of secret pride--exalting in the apparent rigors of devotion. The latter encapsulating the fruits of legalistic pursuits: self-congratulatory appraisals of one's own efforts and the "results."
Or it could be legalistically interpreted as though devotion was a matter of fulfilling a checklist of "religious activity required"--seeking comfort or reassurance or some other sort of self-determined reward from the consistency or perceived rigor of efforts. Like pursuing a knowledge, in some capacity, of Jewish roots and heritage, only to begin to feel pressed to adhere to the Levitical laws. Per a budding belief that Judaica is more nearly attuned to God's desires per the activities prescribed and gifted them as oracles of His being and will and manner, from ages past--as though something, anything could actually add to the acceptance of God found in Christ (Or: could add to God's pleasure in me which is actually known solely through Christ).
Along which lines, I see nothing in Scriptures attesting to degrees of acceptance or degrees of righteousness, but only two categories: righteous or wicked. Again and again, throughout Scriptures. Even in Paul's exhortations to churches, there's a call to return to Christ, to set aside weights hindering such pursuit. There's a "yes" or a "no," to things. Either be reconciled and walk in the light, or be entirely lost and in darkness. Where there's any co-mingling of such--like as of those who were lamented for entertaining gross sins and/or for pursuing false doctrines and/or for apparent failure to continue to pursue knowledge of God in Christ--the edict is to turn, to repent, and to return to Christ. And sometimes that entailed setting aside the idols and making public the errors and sins (as far as external, accompanying acts go). But those works didn't define or constitute the return to Christ, rather they evidenced it.
Showing fruits "worthy" of repentance is what John the Baptist called it, per the King James translation. And I wandered across a text a few days ago discussing the difference in interpretation of words--modern versus archaic--which discussed that phrasing as not being adequate to modern understanding. Rather, connotational intent was that there were no evidences of repentance having occurred. He was indicting on grounds that despite religious leaders' turn-out at his place of ministry to God, there were no actual evidences that they had in fact turned to God. There were no evidences of reckoning with their own sinfulness. No evidences of turning to God for mercy. Rather, there was only continuation of an external appearance of conformity to His will--lives chock full of works and adherence to Levitical law (and then some)--while their hearts were full of self-exultation, hatred and poison. Calling them vipers makes it seem as though they were lethal to more than merely themselves, living as such.
God's law as given to Moses constituted the fixed point around which their entire lives orbited. And yet they did not love Him. We know He did save some out of rigorous external adherence to religious morality (which was intended to signify and constitute righteousness) unto surrender to Him even perhaps through awakening them to the true nature of their own sin, their need of mercy, and awareness of their own inability to ever measure up to His law (the schoolmaster intended to directed us to our need for Christ's all-sufficiency): Like as with Paul, even.
After being dumbstruck at the truth of Jesus's identity, Paul spent the remainder of His life exalting God and proclaiming faith as the saving grace, not works..
...anything we could add to or take away from the salvation or acceptance we have before God (which comes solely in and through Christ) we would glory in, is the problem: That's the nature of sin, the power at work in our flesh: We are prone to glorify ourselves rather than God given any room for that sinful, fleshly impulse to find a grasp or a crevice in our hearts from which to do so. Likewise, we are prone to compare ourselves to one another and judge one another--even to exalt ourselves or debase ourselves compared with others--all based on apparent abilities or accomplishments or deeds or any else which we've adopted and adapted as some idolatrous basis for turning our eyes off of Christ and onto either ourselves or others (which amounts to the same thing, ultimately).
But that's not the Gospel.
The truth of the matter is that we're all sinful wretches. We're all idolatrous, blood-thirsty self-seekers who would like to take vengeance and justice into our own hands if we were permitted. Or idolatrous, self-abasers who erstwhile despair of life and perceived meaninglessness. Or idolatrous, ungrateful wanderers who refuse to acknowledge we are not our own but owe subservience and devotion to our Creator God. Or howsoever else, as nonetheless refusing to honor and love God as we have been created to do. And that is unjust. That is unfair to our Creator. That not only does disservice to Him, it actively maligns Him as being unworthy His due: loving devotion.
If we loved Him, we would long for His fellowship. If we loved Him, we would seek Him first. If we loved Him, our delight would be in Him and not merely in the gifts He lavishes (including the abilities He's ordained each of us to possess).
If we loved Him, we would want to know everything about Him we could conceivably manage to attain.
Rather than constantly being more concerned with nearly anything and everything else going on--whether in our own hearts and minds and lives or those of others around us.
Prov15:16 Better is a little with the fear of the LORD, Than great treasure and turmoil with it. 17 Better is a dish of vegetables where love is Than a fattened ox served with hatred.
But if we know Him and enjoy the fellowship of His Spirit, we are in His love, so whatever comes our way constitutes a better situation than being anywhere outside of His fellowship.
Yet it is a constant pull to be turned to distractions--even just thoughts and moods and pressing responsibility. Rather than to enter each with prayer and to pray to Him all the while throughout each, treasuring His fellowship and presence all the while. (He doesn't turn us to neglect responsibilities or needs, but He ensures they are met with a new vigor and joy as being to His glory, even per rejoicing all the while just to know Him.)
That is such a travesty: turning away from the source of all life and joy, again and again. And I am very grieved over having erred so many times and continually, as such.
He reminds again and again that He is the Shepherd, not me. And these falterings are evidence of the depth of my need of Him, that I don't have the power nor consistency nor diligence nor wherewithal not to be drawn astray unless He keep me.
So I learn more about His faithfulness when He again recovers me after I've been let to stray. When pride begins to creep up at "how well I'm doing in pursuing Him, how consistent," then comes the fall--then comes the straying. And from each to each, every time He recovers me He has allowed a deeper glimpse into how very utterly lost I would ever and continually be without His mercies and His constant provision--even drawing and keeping me in contented, loving devotion, again blessedly warming my heart to Him anew.
So, anxiety is high. Depression has (increasingly, until very recent) been a constant companion again for months--despite attempts to also deny that presence. But not without hope. And though these things are torturous in their own ways, still, the desire to be more consciously surrendered and walking with the Lord isn't arisen out of desire for deliverance from them.
No, but to just be nearer to Him again. Though He's never left: My own thoughts have strayed, my own heart has dimmed again against His love by the clamoring of so many attempted distractions as alternate "fulfillments" and "provisions:"
Distraction from pain does not cause the pain to cease--though that's been a lifelong means of coping with grief. This tendency has constituted the largest part of what's undergirded and driven straying, lately--wanting not to be so utterly grieved, wanting not to bear the grief of so many things pressing in on all sides, ultimately having no means to bear through on my own...and turning to old methods of coping rather than continually turning to Jesus.
The pain of reality is sometimes so overwhelming--loss, deaths, tragedies, devastations, disasters, injustices, so many things. But whatsoever constitutes actively turning away from truth and reality of these matters (even seeking empty distractions which numb the mind so to lessen the acuity of grief)...constitutes turning away from Him. You cannot avoid reality, avoid truth, without simultaneously shutting out awareness of and devotion to God, simultaneous.
But I trust Him. He is faithful, or I wouldn't still be alive and wouldn't still have sense enough to keenly long for His fellowship. And I would rather have searing truth and devastating grief with my God's company and preserving love...than have a lifetime of distracting achievements and pleasures and worldly accomplishments which nonetheless leave me utterly empty and without fundamental hope, all the while.
Which isn't to say that "accomplishment" and "achievement" can't be part of walking with Him, no. Just that any pursuit of busyness (no matter how seemingly beneficent or lauded) for sake of avoiding truth, thus avoiding God--or for sake of finding "alternate meaning" than that which comes along course of loving Him and walking humbly with Him as we're created to do--is empty.
Anyway, I'm just grateful He hasn't left us all as orphans. We have His Spirit and His Word. And fellowship with others who love Him. He is a good Father.
Jesus's sacrifice to atone for our sins was and is sufficient. His resurrection is proof.
And He reigns.
Friday, November 17, 2017
Darkness to Light: To Love is Life
Although God let it be known that those who come to salvation are translated from the kingdom of darkness into the kingdom of light, the actual, effectual difference which comes about is a bit difficult to conceive.
Three and some years ago, when He let me know Him for who He is--Jesus, my Lord and my God, my Savior and Redeemer, my Shepherd and friend--and worked repentance in me, I didn't realize that there was actually, effectively a difference wrought. Rather, one day (or, really, all of my life up to that point) there was resentment of God and despising His sovereignty over me, and the next it was a glorious privilege to revel in the truth of His total authority and complete dominion, in the truth of His power and majesty and perfection of all ways...to revel in His holiness. And I was awestruck to glory in the truth of who He is. The first day of work after being converted, I wrote briefly of and to Him of how wondrous He is and how inconceivable that anyone would ever not be completely awestruck at His being, His wondrous majesty and glorious goodness, and just...of Him. Sovereign God. Creator. Perfect in justice, majesty, power. He to whom belongs all vengeance and righteousness, justice and mercy, truth and glory.
Awareness of the truth of who He is suddenly became the life-spring, the fount of joy. Jesus became utterly precious and worthy all devotion. God became my heart's delight.
But there's no turning toward light which occurs without, even unawares, a departing from darkness. And my life was a pursuit of darkness, prior. I was too inept to excel at it, really, but was continually overwhelmed and devastated by the pursuit--a matter of God's mercy upon me, actually. But my life had been a matter of pursuing God on my terms--pursuing fulfillment according to my understanding of what it ought to comprise--pursuing "happiness" according to all the various ways in which society and the world purports it to be palpable and possible. Poorly done, given my general ineptitude and inconsistencies and falterings...but, nonetheless, pursued. Even as a pursuit of understanding.
There is no wisdom attained apart from a respect for God's ordained order, though--whether knowingly adapted, as such, or not. But given my prior pursuit of understanding unto wisdom according to worldly standards, the whole deal was a wreck. Unto further and further depravity. Darkness unto darkness, even if not delving as deep as some then going painfully far, nonetheless.
And remembering is painful. I erred against the One who gave Himself for me. I despised Him. I turned my nose up at Him, pursuing life on my own terms. Breaking myself and doing harm to those around me, per the course. Even unto further grieving Him.
But it's easy to sometimes look at the working of sin in the flesh, now, and see nothing but wretchedness and depravity, still. It's easy to get wrapped up in grief over my own wretchedness and brokenness and sometimes willfulness unto a despairing of life and of obedience and even of grace. But He is faithful to remind that the work that's been done has been by His hand, by His Spirit, even as through His Word...and that it's not a Word that's gone unto me without effect.
Sometimes He confronts me with who I was as directly juxtaposed against the work He's done, so to return my focus to the truth of who He is and of what His grace effects. There's nothing to glory in, of myself, but being able to more clearly recognize that there are vast differences between the heart and mind now turned toward Him, versus that which was wholly opposed prior--humbles per remembrance of the truth that the work is His.
Except that He made these things evident, though, it wouldn't be possible to discern. Being surrounded by so many opposing forces, within and without, that vie for attention and pursuit...the ability to accurately gauge what is versus what has been is lost in the miasma of time and effect.
But His Word is true. There is a change. Even as was written--the aroma of Christ is sweet to those who are being saved, but reeks of death to those who despise Him--too, is true... We are no longer death's. The light of life has risen in us who are God's, through Christ. Though all the world may despise and attack us, still it cannot overcome Him--the fiery darts of the enemy cannot eradicate the life of God. He gave us life, He sustains us, and He delivers us. According to His will, His perfect wisdom. To His glory.
So whatever comes or goes, we can run or crawl or howsoever hobbled we move along go toward Him. Eyes fixed on Jesus, we go forth, striving after the calling. For it's the author of our faith who perfects it, and He will continue the work in us until it's complete. Whether we can moment-by-moment discern that work or not isn't relevant.
What matters is the desire of our heart. Do we love Him? Do we know Him? Do we treasure His Word in our hearts?...even when despairing of strength to cling, does He bring it again and again to mind and draw us onward thereby and thereunto? Is Jesus our treasure--our God, who took on flesh to ransom us by His own blood and overcame sin and death that we could overcome in and through Him? Is God our joy?
If we love Him, we will obey Him. And His greatest commandment is that we would love Him with all our heart, mind, soul, and strength. And the next is like it--that we would love one another, as ourselves. All else springs from, arises out of, and is concentric about these. Founded upon love, arisen out of love.
Out of the heart. He alone knows the heart. And He alone can change it, making flesh out of stone. We must ask Him for this and trust Him for it. He is our only hope, even that He would be our only desire.
There's such a misconception abroad about what love is, though. It's not petulant. It doesn't pander. It's not indulgent. It doesn't speak platitudes with impunity. It isn't blind.
Love sees and hopes. It is rooted in truth, though--not relativistic, but absolute. Without such a foundation, self-gratifying and idolatrous flattery arises. Neither of which is actually kind, but only has a superficial, artificial veneer which modern society equates to kindness. It is not kind to let lies and delusion fester unto self-destruction and societal degradation. That is not kind.
Love isn't self-seeking, so it will bear the brunt of derision and malice for the sake of pleading truth that can deliver from destruction. Rather than fostering or supporting lies that go down sweetly yet poison the system. It isn't kind to blithely watch others destroy themselves. That isn't loving.
Love isn't proud, either, though. Self-seeking isn't a part of it, so pride can neither be. It seeks the good of others--actual good, rather than superficial, oft glibly saccharine pandering which only supplants or excuses destructive delusion.
Love doesn't exist apart from truth, then neither apart from wisdom. So where love is despised, I don't see that the Lord calls us to become puffed up and arrogant. How does He plead with us, even? How does He draw us? How does He lead us? By what manner does His love come? There are blatant moments of abject forthrightness with words which are undeniable, bold, and concisely direct. Just as there are records of numerous parables which relay truth directly to those who desire to know it, who seek. He draws in so many ways.
Yet love doesn't pander. When He gives us over to our sins, it's not a matter of condoning but of allowing us to have those delusions which we would prefer over having truth, over knowing Him. With grief, as even unto wrath. It's not joyous. He doesn't delight in punishing, as humans capriciously tend. He is righteous. His perfect goodness requires justice be done.
So, the choice is before us. Life or death. Truth or lies. Love or pandering.
Christ or death.
We all choose death.
...but gracious God that He is, He offers us life through His own self-sacrifice. He offers life through His own obedience. Life through His own subjugation of sin and death.
And to choose Him is to be translated from the kingdom of darkness into light, to walk in the light of love and humility and sacrifice and truth. Though despised and rejected by the world, thereafter, evermore loved and disciplined as a child by God, Himself.
He is good. And we can rest in the sure knowledge that He will be glorified.
Three and some years ago, when He let me know Him for who He is--Jesus, my Lord and my God, my Savior and Redeemer, my Shepherd and friend--and worked repentance in me, I didn't realize that there was actually, effectively a difference wrought. Rather, one day (or, really, all of my life up to that point) there was resentment of God and despising His sovereignty over me, and the next it was a glorious privilege to revel in the truth of His total authority and complete dominion, in the truth of His power and majesty and perfection of all ways...to revel in His holiness. And I was awestruck to glory in the truth of who He is. The first day of work after being converted, I wrote briefly of and to Him of how wondrous He is and how inconceivable that anyone would ever not be completely awestruck at His being, His wondrous majesty and glorious goodness, and just...of Him. Sovereign God. Creator. Perfect in justice, majesty, power. He to whom belongs all vengeance and righteousness, justice and mercy, truth and glory.
Awareness of the truth of who He is suddenly became the life-spring, the fount of joy. Jesus became utterly precious and worthy all devotion. God became my heart's delight.
But there's no turning toward light which occurs without, even unawares, a departing from darkness. And my life was a pursuit of darkness, prior. I was too inept to excel at it, really, but was continually overwhelmed and devastated by the pursuit--a matter of God's mercy upon me, actually. But my life had been a matter of pursuing God on my terms--pursuing fulfillment according to my understanding of what it ought to comprise--pursuing "happiness" according to all the various ways in which society and the world purports it to be palpable and possible. Poorly done, given my general ineptitude and inconsistencies and falterings...but, nonetheless, pursued. Even as a pursuit of understanding.
There is no wisdom attained apart from a respect for God's ordained order, though--whether knowingly adapted, as such, or not. But given my prior pursuit of understanding unto wisdom according to worldly standards, the whole deal was a wreck. Unto further and further depravity. Darkness unto darkness, even if not delving as deep as some then going painfully far, nonetheless.
And remembering is painful. I erred against the One who gave Himself for me. I despised Him. I turned my nose up at Him, pursuing life on my own terms. Breaking myself and doing harm to those around me, per the course. Even unto further grieving Him.
But it's easy to sometimes look at the working of sin in the flesh, now, and see nothing but wretchedness and depravity, still. It's easy to get wrapped up in grief over my own wretchedness and brokenness and sometimes willfulness unto a despairing of life and of obedience and even of grace. But He is faithful to remind that the work that's been done has been by His hand, by His Spirit, even as through His Word...and that it's not a Word that's gone unto me without effect.
Sometimes He confronts me with who I was as directly juxtaposed against the work He's done, so to return my focus to the truth of who He is and of what His grace effects. There's nothing to glory in, of myself, but being able to more clearly recognize that there are vast differences between the heart and mind now turned toward Him, versus that which was wholly opposed prior--humbles per remembrance of the truth that the work is His.
Except that He made these things evident, though, it wouldn't be possible to discern. Being surrounded by so many opposing forces, within and without, that vie for attention and pursuit...the ability to accurately gauge what is versus what has been is lost in the miasma of time and effect.
But His Word is true. There is a change. Even as was written--the aroma of Christ is sweet to those who are being saved, but reeks of death to those who despise Him--too, is true... We are no longer death's. The light of life has risen in us who are God's, through Christ. Though all the world may despise and attack us, still it cannot overcome Him--the fiery darts of the enemy cannot eradicate the life of God. He gave us life, He sustains us, and He delivers us. According to His will, His perfect wisdom. To His glory.
So whatever comes or goes, we can run or crawl or howsoever hobbled we move along go toward Him. Eyes fixed on Jesus, we go forth, striving after the calling. For it's the author of our faith who perfects it, and He will continue the work in us until it's complete. Whether we can moment-by-moment discern that work or not isn't relevant.
What matters is the desire of our heart. Do we love Him? Do we know Him? Do we treasure His Word in our hearts?...even when despairing of strength to cling, does He bring it again and again to mind and draw us onward thereby and thereunto? Is Jesus our treasure--our God, who took on flesh to ransom us by His own blood and overcame sin and death that we could overcome in and through Him? Is God our joy?
If we love Him, we will obey Him. And His greatest commandment is that we would love Him with all our heart, mind, soul, and strength. And the next is like it--that we would love one another, as ourselves. All else springs from, arises out of, and is concentric about these. Founded upon love, arisen out of love.
Out of the heart. He alone knows the heart. And He alone can change it, making flesh out of stone. We must ask Him for this and trust Him for it. He is our only hope, even that He would be our only desire.
There's such a misconception abroad about what love is, though. It's not petulant. It doesn't pander. It's not indulgent. It doesn't speak platitudes with impunity. It isn't blind.
Love sees and hopes. It is rooted in truth, though--not relativistic, but absolute. Without such a foundation, self-gratifying and idolatrous flattery arises. Neither of which is actually kind, but only has a superficial, artificial veneer which modern society equates to kindness. It is not kind to let lies and delusion fester unto self-destruction and societal degradation. That is not kind.
Love isn't self-seeking, so it will bear the brunt of derision and malice for the sake of pleading truth that can deliver from destruction. Rather than fostering or supporting lies that go down sweetly yet poison the system. It isn't kind to blithely watch others destroy themselves. That isn't loving.
Love isn't proud, either, though. Self-seeking isn't a part of it, so pride can neither be. It seeks the good of others--actual good, rather than superficial, oft glibly saccharine pandering which only supplants or excuses destructive delusion.
Love doesn't exist apart from truth, then neither apart from wisdom. So where love is despised, I don't see that the Lord calls us to become puffed up and arrogant. How does He plead with us, even? How does He draw us? How does He lead us? By what manner does His love come? There are blatant moments of abject forthrightness with words which are undeniable, bold, and concisely direct. Just as there are records of numerous parables which relay truth directly to those who desire to know it, who seek. He draws in so many ways.
Yet love doesn't pander. When He gives us over to our sins, it's not a matter of condoning but of allowing us to have those delusions which we would prefer over having truth, over knowing Him. With grief, as even unto wrath. It's not joyous. He doesn't delight in punishing, as humans capriciously tend. He is righteous. His perfect goodness requires justice be done.
So, the choice is before us. Life or death. Truth or lies. Love or pandering.
Christ or death.
We all choose death.
...but gracious God that He is, He offers us life through His own self-sacrifice. He offers life through His own obedience. Life through His own subjugation of sin and death.
And to choose Him is to be translated from the kingdom of darkness into light, to walk in the light of love and humility and sacrifice and truth. Though despised and rejected by the world, thereafter, evermore loved and disciplined as a child by God, Himself.
He is good. And we can rest in the sure knowledge that He will be glorified.
Monday, October 30, 2017
Ponderings: Sensitivity, Solitude, Suffering, and Solidarity (Never Alone, but by Grace)
Everything has come unhinged, even further. Which...really...no..
Just seeing slightly more clearly, by God's grace. Even along the course of matters prevening continued and continue along their paths of development. If it weren't for the fact of Christ's faithfulness--that Jesus, Himself, keeps me and directs me and redirects me (even though He doesn't direct me to such extent that He's utterly delivered from sin--longing for that day, to be with Him, though things here are so deep of rejoicing in His goodness and mercy in the midst of abject depravity and horrors)...
...if it weren't for Him being who He's said He is and how He's said He is...
...I would be so many times lost, daily and every moment.
It's again as though I'm seeing things for the first time. Anew. Seeing a deeper, broader, more gut-wrenching and heart-breaking depth of the expanses of my prevailing and somewhat (deeply grievously) persist selfishness, callousness, detachment, lovelessness, self-indulgence, lustful, covetous, and idolatrous fallen nature according to the flesh. Those moments which ever were compassionate and giving have been so gilded with self-exaltating impetuousness. Maybe never truly giving out of generosity and love, alone. Giving out of as much I knew of generosity and love, yes. But so blind to the superficiality. Still so prone.
When there've been moments of deepest conviction, before, I'm not sure the grief has so much been about the slights against others as against God, alone. Despairing of having erred against Him.
Now, though, seeing for the first time how I've also been so callous all along the while to others. Controlled by fear, sometimes, other times by a self-centeredness which prevents any awareness of the needs or feelings of others, except very superficially. But I'm so confused about this, still. Because there's still been some modicum of love. There's still been some amount of charity. Of generosity. Of empathy. Of concern. And compassion. It just seems so small.
And increasingly, the Lord has been cementing in my heart and mind that the way to love best is not with cheap platitudes, pleasant chatter, and evasive (which often equates to outright deceitful) diplomacy meant to avoid and preclude offense at any cost...but instead to love through meaningful exchanges which are wholly authentic, not predicated on maintaining false peace but neither overtly inflammatory--truthful exchanges which don't dilute the steadfast nature of absolute reality yet which are sensitive to and very concerned with each and every precious person (whom He's lovingly fashioned) I am being or ever have been blessed to interact with at any length.
Not impression management. But authentic interactions which are sensitive to the Holy Spirit's leading, which is unto a deeper love (thus truthfulness comported thereof and thereby) than could ever be privately engendered.
For the sake of loving Him and loving others as He loves me. He is so kind to me, still, even having paid such an inconceivable price to salvage such a wretched creature as I have ever been both toward Him, toward others, and toward myself (all of which is against Him, in truth). I love because He has loved me and has been so gracious as to change my heart, increasingly breathing new life. Unto richer, more animated love for others, too.
These are hard things to bear, and except that He carries the burden I couldn't. And wouldn't. Impossible.
Especially in the midst of the shearing torments of so much brokenness on all sides and encountered in so many ways. There's nothing but to trust Him. He's faithful. Constant. Friend, brother.
And gladly holy in all His ways, even as husband. Provider, comforter, shelter, protector, and leader.
My shepherd.
I keep getting so confused about things, still. But He patiently leads me to safe places, directs me to solace, and provides companionship, instruction, and shelter. In addition to giving me strength and peace and place for gainful employ (which also includes service of others for other than monetary gain). My needs are met in Him. By Him. Continually.
But it's much in my head, along that line, that it seems as though others have mentors that lead them in the here and now. As though there are dedicated teachers given to other disciples, yet somehow I am left with (blessed) passing bits of fellowship and exchange, but no concerted discipleship apart from His own. Which, with as willful and stubborn as my heart still is, if He had placed such a person in my life I'd have probably immediately rebelled in defiant resentment of being condescended to and expected to take someone, anyone else's word as sufficient for doctrine regarding godliness.
Especially now that, yet again, there's been an experience where people who were leaders had pressed for that sort of blind dogmatism regarding their interpretations of Scripture, to such extent that I'd defied the Lord for a long while to be in compliance with them...ending mercifully with a good bit of nervous breakdown and departure from such group.
I haven't met anyone (self included) whose theology is perfect. So dogmatism according to rote learning of another soul's interpretation of God and His will and ways...is inherently fraught with danger.
Yet...He has and does use preaching to direct and instruct and correct and encourage me. And books. And fellowship. Just not the sort of "parent-child" sort of discipleship that I kind of have in my mind as being an ideal and pattern, relationally, amongst present tense teacher-disciples.
Does anyone really have that, though? There's one lady whom He's blessed me with ongoing fellowship with whom He also led in so many ways, despite her family's rejection of God as sovereign. But she recounts her faith being somewhat sheltered and directed by a woman of God who "took her under her wing."
Again, it comes to mind that I'm too jaded to take well to close instruction at length, still. The pressure would be suffocating. And terrifying. And likely as painful and somewhat destructive as some attempts at fellowship have been, when become too familiar, familialy.
But I trust Him. He has been leading me, and there are moments when the ache for present, physical direction completely fades beneath the weight of joy...and times when it's been completely satisfied for moments at a time in sweet, God-honoring, if fleeting fellowship. He tends my needs.
Even when my need really is to be alone with Him for a span, despite (and even because of) deep yearnings for other fellowship (distraction). Heartbreaking that He would have to force that. But He's faithful, despite my wretchedness.
And there are so many things on all sides which could completely explode into a whole new level of terror and torment and grief and pain at any moment. But because of His steadfastness, His constancy in directing me (and reminding me of His constancy), I defer to Him and will defer to Him, whatever comes. Whatever comes is less than He ever bore for me. And far more deserved, though no longer as a punishment at all (since He bore that, whole)...but sanctifying, unto a deeper knowledge of His faithfulness--proving, testing, trying, and refining my knowledge of and faith in Him. Unto a steadfast belief in His nature and dependability that I'll be able to testify of His goodness and grace in the midst of any storm, fire, flood, drought, or disaster. No matter how devastating.
Not because there's no pain. Not because I'm strong. Not because I'm able.
But because He is faithful. And Jesus--our God and Creator--is good.
Bless His holy name, for He is good.
Thank you, Lord, for your mercies on me.
I am a wretch, a sinner. Made saint by grace, alone. Your righteousness covers me--I have none of my own and all that which I could muster would still be utterly defiled....thus not righteousness.
So thank you. And help me. Have mercy on me. Have mercy on these others.
We are nothing, Lord, and yet we grieve and are tormented. Except for your love, we would be undone. So, have mercy. Help us. Give us your strength. Lead us and turn us to depend upon you, wholly. Direct us to honor you, for your name's sake and glory, even as it's for our good to do so.
Teach us to strive, to press, to fight to remain in your rest, suffused by your peace, rejoicing even as the flames rise around us. Teach us that melody, Lord, to sing in our suffering and thus be lifted out of it and into your blessed Spirit's embrace--kindled by a different flame, then, unto joy.
Jesus, teach us to love you as you have loved us, and to love each other just the same. Form our hearts, Lord. Give us new ones, as needed. But transform our minds and renew and further enliven our hearts each day. By your grace. Be praised.
Just seeing slightly more clearly, by God's grace. Even along the course of matters prevening continued and continue along their paths of development. If it weren't for the fact of Christ's faithfulness--that Jesus, Himself, keeps me and directs me and redirects me (even though He doesn't direct me to such extent that He's utterly delivered from sin--longing for that day, to be with Him, though things here are so deep of rejoicing in His goodness and mercy in the midst of abject depravity and horrors)...
...if it weren't for Him being who He's said He is and how He's said He is...
...I would be so many times lost, daily and every moment.
It's again as though I'm seeing things for the first time. Anew. Seeing a deeper, broader, more gut-wrenching and heart-breaking depth of the expanses of my prevailing and somewhat (deeply grievously) persist selfishness, callousness, detachment, lovelessness, self-indulgence, lustful, covetous, and idolatrous fallen nature according to the flesh. Those moments which ever were compassionate and giving have been so gilded with self-exaltating impetuousness. Maybe never truly giving out of generosity and love, alone. Giving out of as much I knew of generosity and love, yes. But so blind to the superficiality. Still so prone.
When there've been moments of deepest conviction, before, I'm not sure the grief has so much been about the slights against others as against God, alone. Despairing of having erred against Him.
Now, though, seeing for the first time how I've also been so callous all along the while to others. Controlled by fear, sometimes, other times by a self-centeredness which prevents any awareness of the needs or feelings of others, except very superficially. But I'm so confused about this, still. Because there's still been some modicum of love. There's still been some amount of charity. Of generosity. Of empathy. Of concern. And compassion. It just seems so small.
And increasingly, the Lord has been cementing in my heart and mind that the way to love best is not with cheap platitudes, pleasant chatter, and evasive (which often equates to outright deceitful) diplomacy meant to avoid and preclude offense at any cost...but instead to love through meaningful exchanges which are wholly authentic, not predicated on maintaining false peace but neither overtly inflammatory--truthful exchanges which don't dilute the steadfast nature of absolute reality yet which are sensitive to and very concerned with each and every precious person (whom He's lovingly fashioned) I am being or ever have been blessed to interact with at any length.
Not impression management. But authentic interactions which are sensitive to the Holy Spirit's leading, which is unto a deeper love (thus truthfulness comported thereof and thereby) than could ever be privately engendered.
For the sake of loving Him and loving others as He loves me. He is so kind to me, still, even having paid such an inconceivable price to salvage such a wretched creature as I have ever been both toward Him, toward others, and toward myself (all of which is against Him, in truth). I love because He has loved me and has been so gracious as to change my heart, increasingly breathing new life. Unto richer, more animated love for others, too.
These are hard things to bear, and except that He carries the burden I couldn't. And wouldn't. Impossible.
Especially in the midst of the shearing torments of so much brokenness on all sides and encountered in so many ways. There's nothing but to trust Him. He's faithful. Constant. Friend, brother.
And gladly holy in all His ways, even as husband. Provider, comforter, shelter, protector, and leader.
My shepherd.
I keep getting so confused about things, still. But He patiently leads me to safe places, directs me to solace, and provides companionship, instruction, and shelter. In addition to giving me strength and peace and place for gainful employ (which also includes service of others for other than monetary gain). My needs are met in Him. By Him. Continually.
But it's much in my head, along that line, that it seems as though others have mentors that lead them in the here and now. As though there are dedicated teachers given to other disciples, yet somehow I am left with (blessed) passing bits of fellowship and exchange, but no concerted discipleship apart from His own. Which, with as willful and stubborn as my heart still is, if He had placed such a person in my life I'd have probably immediately rebelled in defiant resentment of being condescended to and expected to take someone, anyone else's word as sufficient for doctrine regarding godliness.
Especially now that, yet again, there's been an experience where people who were leaders had pressed for that sort of blind dogmatism regarding their interpretations of Scripture, to such extent that I'd defied the Lord for a long while to be in compliance with them...ending mercifully with a good bit of nervous breakdown and departure from such group.
I haven't met anyone (self included) whose theology is perfect. So dogmatism according to rote learning of another soul's interpretation of God and His will and ways...is inherently fraught with danger.
Yet...He has and does use preaching to direct and instruct and correct and encourage me. And books. And fellowship. Just not the sort of "parent-child" sort of discipleship that I kind of have in my mind as being an ideal and pattern, relationally, amongst present tense teacher-disciples.
Does anyone really have that, though? There's one lady whom He's blessed me with ongoing fellowship with whom He also led in so many ways, despite her family's rejection of God as sovereign. But she recounts her faith being somewhat sheltered and directed by a woman of God who "took her under her wing."
Again, it comes to mind that I'm too jaded to take well to close instruction at length, still. The pressure would be suffocating. And terrifying. And likely as painful and somewhat destructive as some attempts at fellowship have been, when become too familiar, familialy.
But I trust Him. He has been leading me, and there are moments when the ache for present, physical direction completely fades beneath the weight of joy...and times when it's been completely satisfied for moments at a time in sweet, God-honoring, if fleeting fellowship. He tends my needs.
Even when my need really is to be alone with Him for a span, despite (and even because of) deep yearnings for other fellowship (distraction). Heartbreaking that He would have to force that. But He's faithful, despite my wretchedness.
And there are so many things on all sides which could completely explode into a whole new level of terror and torment and grief and pain at any moment. But because of His steadfastness, His constancy in directing me (and reminding me of His constancy), I defer to Him and will defer to Him, whatever comes. Whatever comes is less than He ever bore for me. And far more deserved, though no longer as a punishment at all (since He bore that, whole)...but sanctifying, unto a deeper knowledge of His faithfulness--proving, testing, trying, and refining my knowledge of and faith in Him. Unto a steadfast belief in His nature and dependability that I'll be able to testify of His goodness and grace in the midst of any storm, fire, flood, drought, or disaster. No matter how devastating.
Not because there's no pain. Not because I'm strong. Not because I'm able.
But because He is faithful. And Jesus--our God and Creator--is good.
Bless His holy name, for He is good.
Thank you, Lord, for your mercies on me.
I am a wretch, a sinner. Made saint by grace, alone. Your righteousness covers me--I have none of my own and all that which I could muster would still be utterly defiled....thus not righteousness.
So thank you. And help me. Have mercy on me. Have mercy on these others.
We are nothing, Lord, and yet we grieve and are tormented. Except for your love, we would be undone. So, have mercy. Help us. Give us your strength. Lead us and turn us to depend upon you, wholly. Direct us to honor you, for your name's sake and glory, even as it's for our good to do so.
Teach us to strive, to press, to fight to remain in your rest, suffused by your peace, rejoicing even as the flames rise around us. Teach us that melody, Lord, to sing in our suffering and thus be lifted out of it and into your blessed Spirit's embrace--kindled by a different flame, then, unto joy.
Jesus, teach us to love you as you have loved us, and to love each other just the same. Form our hearts, Lord. Give us new ones, as needed. But transform our minds and renew and further enliven our hearts each day. By your grace. Be praised.
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
From the Last Few Weeks and Present
1- Trusting and professing the truth of who God is, based on knowledge of Him and understanding of His ways which is unwavering as steadfastly founded upon revelation through His Word (even as ever corroborated by His Spirit), need arise and remain regardless (and sometimes despite) emotion or passion or heartfelt reliance and conviction Accepting truth as true, accepting God at His Word is the right and just thing to do, no matter how I feel (or don't feel) about it.
2- Based on His Word, when feelings run amok and fear and anxiety and doubt crowd in and mock and taunt and batter faith, believing He is who He says and will do as He says He will do all the while is likewise the right course. No matter appearances. No matter confusion of circumstances. No matter lack of passion. No matter whether my heart and mind are fully aligned, and no matter what intellect might try to construct as argument against. Accept truth as true, rather than trying to conform reality to expectation entails allowing that I don't and cannot understand everything, simultaneously accepting that He can and does.
Likewise the course:
3- When things go differently than what seemed to be His will, submitting entirely to Him rather than persistently demanding explanation, requiring understanding, expecting Him to justify Himself to me (woe, to even dare such a stance). Rather, accepting whatever is as from Him, thus unto ultimate good, so given as unto to His glory and our good.
4- Crying out to Him for help to feel what ought be felt, and to do what ought be done, renewed in awareness of abject inability and incapacitation from mustering even a right thought.
5- Trusting Him to guide, lead, empower, and direct...without "requiring" awareness (let alone understanding) of the process, but instead accepting His sovereignty entails He is capable of leading without our awareness being required.
6- Submitting to His leading, then, as whatever comes. Desiring He would lead by whatever means. Yet without needing to know, while still being grateful to be aware that He does and will lead and direct all things to His glory, ultimately, regardless what any of us do or don't do. He's God. He can and does and will do what He wants. He has glorified His name, Himself, and He will be glorified evermore.
7- Reminded that His sovereignty and perfection means the perceived strength or weakness of our faith, the perceived aptitude or failure of ourselves to do right, to do good, to do His will...has no bearing on our salvation, ultimately, because the strength or failure within us doesn't alter Christ's perfection and ability to save, doesn't tarnish His righteousness one iota...reminded that salvation and our "safety" in Christ's keeping doesn't waver dependent on our moods, perceptions, perspectives, falterings, and frailties allows for further gratitude and surrender to the truth of His goodness and ability and the sufficiency of His grace toward those who know Him and love Him as God.
8- Further, being prompted to rejoice, not out of a sense of obligation but because of the remembrance that He's worthy all praise. Whether my heart's in it or not, I know and can know that He is worthy of praise, so it's true regardless whether I feel anything regarding the process, regardless what I may or may not feel. It's true. He's worthy of praise, and I will praise Him.
9- Similarly, doing whatever can be mustered as turning to Him: in prayer, in worship, in devotion, in attuning to His Word...whether through the hearing of it per recorded preaching, through the reading of even a verse or two at a time, or howsoever else, as just desperately clinging to whatever there is, longing that He would give grace and strength to passionately revel in His Word, in His Presence, in His fellowship again.
10- Grieved to see, again and again, how those blessed times of fellowship have yet still shown the wretchedness of the flesh as so pervasive and perverse, in how oft that blessed communion is turned from a place of sacred respite to a place of secret pride and self-congratulatory (thus other-demeaning) exultation. How wretched is this human nature even to ever turn against the One who is good and kind and loving and perfect, even as turning inwardly against those else whom He loves by taking on an air of superiority for having perceived to "reach a point of right devotion."
11- Despairing of wretchedness, then, but in context of seeing how great is His goodness, how consuming His love, how vastly overwhelming His grace, and how perfect His righteousness, that He would have mercy on such, even as unto allowing insight into both depravity of self and further insight into the depths of His mercy.
12- Reminded again that His righteousness isn't altered nor tarnished nor lessened by such falterings, that salvation rests in Him, not in me, there's deeper peace and gratitude. Apart from salvation being in God, by God, from God...I couldn't maintain a right stance, couldn't manage to remain unwaveringly steadfast sufficient to be worthy. The only worthiness is in Christ, Himself: If I am to walk worthy, it will be by similar grace as that which saved me. And His grace is sufficient.
2- Based on His Word, when feelings run amok and fear and anxiety and doubt crowd in and mock and taunt and batter faith, believing He is who He says and will do as He says He will do all the while is likewise the right course. No matter appearances. No matter confusion of circumstances. No matter lack of passion. No matter whether my heart and mind are fully aligned, and no matter what intellect might try to construct as argument against. Accept truth as true, rather than trying to conform reality to expectation entails allowing that I don't and cannot understand everything, simultaneously accepting that He can and does.
Likewise the course:
3- When things go differently than what seemed to be His will, submitting entirely to Him rather than persistently demanding explanation, requiring understanding, expecting Him to justify Himself to me (woe, to even dare such a stance). Rather, accepting whatever is as from Him, thus unto ultimate good, so given as unto to His glory and our good.
4- Crying out to Him for help to feel what ought be felt, and to do what ought be done, renewed in awareness of abject inability and incapacitation from mustering even a right thought.
5- Trusting Him to guide, lead, empower, and direct...without "requiring" awareness (let alone understanding) of the process, but instead accepting His sovereignty entails He is capable of leading without our awareness being required.
6- Submitting to His leading, then, as whatever comes. Desiring He would lead by whatever means. Yet without needing to know, while still being grateful to be aware that He does and will lead and direct all things to His glory, ultimately, regardless what any of us do or don't do. He's God. He can and does and will do what He wants. He has glorified His name, Himself, and He will be glorified evermore.
7- Reminded that His sovereignty and perfection means the perceived strength or weakness of our faith, the perceived aptitude or failure of ourselves to do right, to do good, to do His will...has no bearing on our salvation, ultimately, because the strength or failure within us doesn't alter Christ's perfection and ability to save, doesn't tarnish His righteousness one iota...reminded that salvation and our "safety" in Christ's keeping doesn't waver dependent on our moods, perceptions, perspectives, falterings, and frailties allows for further gratitude and surrender to the truth of His goodness and ability and the sufficiency of His grace toward those who know Him and love Him as God.
8- Further, being prompted to rejoice, not out of a sense of obligation but because of the remembrance that He's worthy all praise. Whether my heart's in it or not, I know and can know that He is worthy of praise, so it's true regardless whether I feel anything regarding the process, regardless what I may or may not feel. It's true. He's worthy of praise, and I will praise Him.
9- Similarly, doing whatever can be mustered as turning to Him: in prayer, in worship, in devotion, in attuning to His Word...whether through the hearing of it per recorded preaching, through the reading of even a verse or two at a time, or howsoever else, as just desperately clinging to whatever there is, longing that He would give grace and strength to passionately revel in His Word, in His Presence, in His fellowship again.
10- Grieved to see, again and again, how those blessed times of fellowship have yet still shown the wretchedness of the flesh as so pervasive and perverse, in how oft that blessed communion is turned from a place of sacred respite to a place of secret pride and self-congratulatory (thus other-demeaning) exultation. How wretched is this human nature even to ever turn against the One who is good and kind and loving and perfect, even as turning inwardly against those else whom He loves by taking on an air of superiority for having perceived to "reach a point of right devotion."
11- Despairing of wretchedness, then, but in context of seeing how great is His goodness, how consuming His love, how vastly overwhelming His grace, and how perfect His righteousness, that He would have mercy on such, even as unto allowing insight into both depravity of self and further insight into the depths of His mercy.
12- Reminded again that His righteousness isn't altered nor tarnished nor lessened by such falterings, that salvation rests in Him, not in me, there's deeper peace and gratitude. Apart from salvation being in God, by God, from God...I couldn't maintain a right stance, couldn't manage to remain unwaveringly steadfast sufficient to be worthy. The only worthiness is in Christ, Himself: If I am to walk worthy, it will be by similar grace as that which saved me. And His grace is sufficient.
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