Your Word again scorches your children, your wrath being manifest in your words. They are scathing. You are so hurt by their infidelity, their whoring after idols and strong kingdoms. In the middle, you seethe out these words, “For I desire steadfast love and not sacrifice, the knowledge of God rather than burnt offerings.” I am taken aback by your longing for us to love you with a “steadfast” and longing love. What God needs like you need. I have heard preachers repeatedly say, “God doesn’t need anything!” so why do you speak of your longing for our love? Do you really need us? Are we that important to you? If this weekend (Easter) means anything it means you desperately want us. Father, I never want to step outside our relationship, but I am so heartened by your longing in the midst of your wrath.
I long to leave for some far-off place; to go away into the north or maybe far west or deep southwest. I long to go. But go to what. Beauty! I rest in beauty, know you best there, filled, secure in You are. Beauty is your cleft in the rock for me, where you often hide me to be with you. It is raining outside, the river ripe with it, green drinking it like warm wine, inviting spring like a lover to come; so appropriate for Easter Saturday. Come, Lord Jesus. Come!
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