I was a man with ears but I never listened I saw what was before me yet I was still blind I would wrestle with hard concepts but fail at his word There was enough to convince me but I still wouldn’t believe I wanted to believe but my heart kept me away
These days when I look at the sun I can’t believe it Was it always there before me? The great wonder of creation speaking of him Everything around bowed to this master Yet I lived like a blind man deaf to his voice
But my eyes were not the problem My ears could hear and my brain comprehend But my heart refused to accept the obvious In the eyes of the world I was brilliant yet foolish at heart That stony interior made me dead from inside
I was a hopeless case, a dead man walking Though I fooled many with my knowledge I couldn’t fool God or myself and yet I did fool myself I thought I could get away with ignoring him But I rejoice that he didn’t follow after my indifference
He rattled my nest of ignorance with his powerful word He lit through my blind eyes with his mighty works He spoke in my ear with his compelling voice He gave me a new heart of flesh destroying my stony one He breathed life to my brain so I could know him as he is
I would never understand the Gospel with that stony thing I wouldn’t yield to God’s word with my dead conscience But with this heart of flesh everything seems so clear On this other side I want to obey and to please him This heart of flesh longs for it’s maker
We love stories that leave us wanting to read more. It’s the suprises, the tension within and that desire to see how it’ll all end up that keeps us following. If you forwarded the movie and opened the last chapter of the book you’d get the end but miss the experience. Every chapter counts in the books that make for great a masterpiece. Every turn of events even when we don’t get it at the time builds the tension for a great narrative.
Why is it then that we like our stories to be flat? To get all our prayers answered the way we want, when we want and how we want them. To move from point A to Z on a straight line. Most importantly why do we want to write our own stories when we are but characters in the grand master’s narrative? I think our lives would be easier if we let him finish the story for us. We would be happier if we didn’t keep interrupting and voicing our opinions.
But the problem is we want to be the author of our own fate. We are okay if the grand author does things the way we want. But the moment he starts going against our wishes, the moment he starts taking twist and turns we start getting angry. We start questioning his commitment to us, we doubt his sovereign hand and take matters to our hands. Strange that sometimes we can be asking God to take charge when we are completely unwilling for him to suprise us.
It’s scary to give up control of our lives. To let another be the author of our story and that of our loved ones. We feel responsible and that only we truly care in this selfish age. Problem is we know there’s so much beyond us. Even when we try our best we find that there are things we can’t change. We wish luck would be on our side but that doesn’t always happen. We get lucky this time but next time we face the music of this fallen world.
But instead of depending on lucky days the Bible calls us to entrust ourselves fully to another. To trust our Lord who doesn’t need to be lucky because he’s already in charge. But more than that he’s the one who tells those who believe to trust that he’ll never leave us nor forsake us, see Hebrews 13:5-6. He’s the one who can truly and safely bring us to the last page of our book. The question is whether we will trust him. We can either learn to surrender to him at all times or we’ll be forced to come to the reality of our inability after we’ve brought ourselves great despair.
May the Lord help us that we would let him write our story as he should. May he teach us the humility and calmness to accept the tension he weaves through our narrative. That he grant us the ability to trust him in the middle of the storm. Trust him when the darkness of the tunnel looks long and the twists and turns leave us confused. To help us that in our helplessness we’ll remember we can trust in him.
You can be whatever you want in life Work hard and you’ll be rich and successful Find within what makes you great and special Go for that person who makes you happy It’s all about you in this me world It’s a shame the world doesn’t belong to you
What makes you happy is all that matters If they won’t join team A cut them out They should be glad to join the winning team She should be happy she’s dating you They should be glad they know you But what happens when team A fails?
You turn to blame game, it’s never your fault Something or someone is to blame not you It can never be you, you are so special Why do bad things happen to good people? Where is God when I need him most? You get bitter and wallow in self pity
In truth the world is first God-shaped before you Everything revolves around him and not you And he calls you to be outward looking True happiness is not me shaped he taught us It’s giving and dying for others that’s our foundation And in his footsteps we find true happiness
In a me world life very quickly crumbles We are stressed when things don’t go our way But in a God world that’s to be expected Because this world is not our home But he makes worth our failures and weaknesses Before bringing us to our real eternal home
A proper perspective is to see all in God’s eye It’s his world and all happen for his glory And what’s good for God is good for us His glory should be our greatest pursuit His will and mission on earth our life goal To live for him now before living with him forever