Today I realized that it is life's constant stream of disappointments that enables me to see more clearly and revel in the certainty of God's grace. Everything other than God that I exalt as my prime source of joy reveals itself to be flawed by its very nature - inconstancy and fluidity. It is in these moments that I understand that God is both a faithful God and jealous one, since for to me, these two attributes are one and the same. In His jealousy to be our deep channel of joy, He smashes every idol that usurps this rightful throne, and indeed, He will go out His way to refocus your mind on Him alone. When it seems too difficult for us to tear our eyes away from the false beauty of our idols, God Himself will smash them down and expose them as empty vases with merely the semblance of permamency, in order to make clear that He only is the inexpressible one who is the source of permanent and utterly superior beauty. In this sense, God is threatening in His love, as a father is threatening in his discipline.
Therefore, draw out joy from God's grace and it only; trust it, and it only, since it is the only anchor and ground that has no changing. All others are as Solomon says, habel hebalim, utterly meaningless.
________________________
Today, I asked a sister if she agreed that love was a choice. She agreed and explained very clearly how much of a choice it is sometimes. I suppose the "feelings" of love, which dwell in a man, is something short-lived and transient, is overshadowed by love itself, which operate outside of him in the real world.
No comments:
Post a Comment