There is a rest that you cannot find in sleep
And a labor that you cannot find in work
There is a love that is beyond living
And a life that is above loving
There is a sanctuary that you cannot find in church
And a God that you cannot find in religion
We look to sleep, work, living, loving, church and religion
When we are actually seeking Rest, Labor, Love, Life,
Sanctuary and God.
There is a resting that comes from laboring
And a labor to enter into rest
A love that begins with dying
And a life that begins in loving
There is a sanctuary, a secret place of God, of which I seek
Yet there is this temple, me, where the LORD dwells.
Lord indeed Thy thoughts are too great for me. If Thou were
to download even 1% of thy infinite wisdom to me, I will rapture in utter
fascinated destruction. I remember that I am a mere piece of clay, from the
ground. That Thou would bestow Thy presence upon me is something beyond me.
Yet in Thy great mercy, Thou has chosen this piece of mud to hold Thy glory.
That Thy Holy, Unblemished Presence should lay itself upon this ugly, dirty,
muddy clay is liken unto Elijah who laid eye to eye, mouth to mouth, hand to
hand unto the dead boyish corpse. No wonder the psalmist David proclaimed that
Thou has lifted him up from the miry clay. Thou has lifted me up from being a
piece of miry clay into a part of Thy glorious holiness.
What else can a man say ??
12 Nov 1998
Lord my heart is not haughty
Nor my eyes lofty
Neither do I concern myself with great matters
Nor with things too profound for me
Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul
Like a weaned child with his mother
Like a weaned child is my soul within me.