Now his time is so short
And he knows it
And he rages at signs of defeat
And he pushes the envelope harder
Whispering licence and lusts
Oh so sweet.
Yet another is cooling to darkness
And now hearing the Voice
“Come you weary
And laden to shelter.
Leave the chaos for rest
I am more than the fabled
I have sought you
And bled for your heart.
See the manacles
Fall to the dust, Child.
And his minions depart.”
Oh that many were blessed
With the vision
Of the Heavenly City
And the One on white horse
O’er the master
Of fraud and of fear.
Doug Blair, Waterloo ON
I would hate to disappoint you
And am driven by the thought
That you suffered for my failings
And my pardon bravely bought.
Not a one gets in as closely
To my heart of hearts’ repose
Though my mind can scarcely fathom
That before all time You chose
To adopt me in the Firstborn
And to give me grace to stand
Right before your throne of Glory
Not with shaking voice or hand.
There’s a boldness now in coming
And in kneeling at your feet
And the change is thanks to Calvary
And it makes my joy complete.
Hebrews 4: 15, 16
One story of Smith Wigglesworth always brings a smile. He had been visiting a woman on some matters of counsel and she had accompanied him to the boulevard fronting her house in order to wait for his ride.
Her little dog followed them with an imperious air to a spot dangerously close to the roadway.
“Now go on back to the porch, Rusty. You shouldn’t be out here near traffic.” She threw in a sweeping hand gesture for good measure.
No response. Just a cheeky look which seemed to say, ‘Nope, not gonna happen.’
A second rebuke with words something like, “Now do what you’re told. Scoot!”
Five perky steps in the opposite direction. Then nothing…
“Rusty, don’t make me get the switch.”
At this point Wigglesworth clapped those big plumber’s hands, and with the booming voice which could rival Niagara, commanded “Be gone! Now!”
A yelp. A tail between the legs. A cringing retreat to the front porch. A peeking out from behind railing pickets.
“And that Madam,” Wigglesworth noted, “is how we must deal with the devil in the name of Jesus.”
There just doesn’t seem an answer
And sleep has escaped these eyes
And prayer hit the roof and fell back
And gray clouds have filled the skies.
But this wasn’t meant to happen
No, faith was to bring the sun
And “blessed assurance” a promise
Reducing all fears to One.
The fear we would ever desert you
Or cause you to frown or weep
But now I am walking this tightrope
Believing you save and keep.
So come Lord in all of your power
And settle this mess I’m in
The Servant must be as his Master
Who went through the worst without sin.
Doug Blair, Waterloo, ON
Note: See Psalm 34
An acquaintance from a former house church gathering has launched an inter-faith group and has set up a point of reference on Facebook. She also works part-time as a hospital chaplain, where of course, inclusiveness is the key word.
She is out and about inviting people to drop by the little periodic gatherings to share testimonies and to identify points of commonality in faiths.
I wonder for a dedicated believer how this measure lines up with John 14, Hebrews 13 or Galatians 5. I recall Paul the Apostle saying that he had become all things to all people, but that had to do with wisdom in moderating the approach to the Good News to different groups; it did not have to do with enjoying regular fellowship/meals with them.
And John in his First Epistle is adamant about this dangerous courting of the world.
This sort of thinking has caused others to call me intolerant, unloving and impractical. But I am told in Ephesians without qualification that I am supposed to speak the truth in love.
I have no time for syncretic elbow rubbing. Testimony…yes as the Spirit leads.
67: 1 God be merciful unto us, and bless us; and cause his face to shine upon us; Selah.
2 That thy way may be known upon earth, thy saving health among all nations.
3 Let the people praise thee, O God; let all the people praise thee.
4 O let the nations be glad and sing for joy: for thou shalt judge the people righteously, and govern the nations upon earth. Selah.
5 Let the people praise thee, O God; let all the people praise thee.
6 Then shall the earth yield her increase; and God, even our own God, shall bless us.
7 God shall bless us; and all the ends of the earth shall fear him.
How complete this is! It begins with mercy and ends with fear of the Lord in a renewed earth. The quickening agents in the middle are praise and right judgment. I also like that term “saving health”. It means a lot more than what we perceive at first blush. And the biggest victory cry of all: “Our own God!”
Doug Blair, Waterloo, ON