"Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask where have I gone wrong? Then a voice says to me - This is going to take more than one night... In the Book of life, the answers aren't in the back."...Charlie Brown
Saturday, September 15, 2012
"Enigmas.............................."
We are now sixteen days into this “Through the Bible in 120 Days” that our Wednesday evening class has adopted. This week revival services canceled the second meeting and my small group will be with the men at the rescue mission next time around, but I’m already eight days ahead according to the schedule given us. Admittedly, all those genealogies have been skimmed. As far as that goes, that long list of what “thou shall and shall not do”, all the details on building a tabernacle, all those instructions on what to sacrifice and who to stone, somehow it didn’t seem necessary to consume it word for word. We were told to read, not to study. Discussion and the Holy Ghost, Himself, would provide the “manna” when we came together. My manner of consumption, therefore, has likewise been to follow that “inner tug”, slowing down to catch the “meat”, collecting thoughts and questions as they come to me, putting them on paper for future digestion whether with others in this particular literary journey or, as now, with whomsoever drops by this isolated dot on the Internet. Indeed, that which is on my mind this morning, more than halfway through the Book of Numbers, is the striking difference between the God one finds in the Old Testament and that one who is presented us in the New Testament through Jesus Christ. It’s not a discovery just made. I’ve taught this sacred volume from cover to cover at least three or four times. That doesn’t mean, however, that this old man has conquered Scripture in all that it brings to us. My brain is still puzzled as to an omniscient Creator who knows beforehand His own work of grace yet to be set in place, but initiates the whole scenario by ordering the slaughter of entire nations, men, women, and children, indeed, some of it in the form of judgments and plagues upon the Jews, themselves. What brings me peace in the matter is that fact of it being a mystery, that plus the tangible knowledge of His character and compassion which meets and assures me here as I go…….
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It's hard to understand that He is right when we do not understand and even harder to live it out when it means our dreams must die.
ReplyDeleteI've got to teach you few who visit here to tag your name on to your anonymous content, not that I'm not grateful for each and every response that comes. The words here make me suspect of them belonging to Tony, but I apologize if I'm wrong. Your ending reminds me of something someone else once said to me, possibly even froma book I've read, the original to me being that we can't even realize "our own dream until it dies". It's a little like being saved by "hope". I didn't understand that one early on. Forty years down the pike one develops a different perspective......
ReplyDeleteAlmost every time I read it, something else jumps out at me. Most often, I get a "huh?" feeling. Puts a stick in the spokes and then slowly the wheels start to turn again.
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For me, Mich, the Bible is not a book of "magic words", a bunch of promises wherewith we consider outselves holding Him accountable to our demands. God meets me within these pages and speaks to me as I go. I'm looking forward to once again getting back with the class this coming Wednesday. It's about my favorite day of the week!
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