Friday, October 07, 2005
Happy 19th birthday, Weng Ken!
Wilson said something during worship today that remains seared in my memory; he was quoting from Luke 19:40, on how imperative it is for us to worship God.
Some Pharisees from the crowd told him, "Teacher, get your disciples under control!"
But [Jesus] said, "If they kept quiet, the stones would do it for them, shouting praise."
In context of the text, Jesus says that praise will come anyway, and the Pharisees cannot stop it. But there are also implications for us. If we who can praise, do not do so, the glory will go to even such as the rocks.
John the Baptist himself rebuked the Jews by saying that God can raise children for himself out of the rocks, and does not depend on a race of so-called 'Sons of Abraham.'
On another note, I recalled something from the Lucado reading concerning the Emmaus-bound disciples. He wrote, "When forced to choose between battling Pilate and battling Satan, [Jesus] chose the battle we couldn't win."
The disciples did not realise then, that while Jesus seemed to be losing the obvious battle, he was really winning the invisible one.
How often are we shaken when things do not go our way... and yet, perhaps all this while God is working out the plans we could never accomplish, doing things we would never dream of.
Only in retrospect, from eternity's end someday, will we finally be able to see what the Father was truly up to everytime we were left in the cold, dark shadow of disappointment.
Yesterday, while flipping through C.S. Lewis, Poems, my eyes fell upon this deceptively simple poem. It is, in fact, quite profound, and rhymes very well indeed.
What the Bird Said Early in the Year
I heard in Addison's Walk a bird sing clear
'This year the summer will come true. This year. This year.
'Winds will not strip the blossom from the apple trees
This year, nor want of rain destroy the peas.
'This year time's nature will no more defeat you,
Nor all the promised moments in their passing cheat you.
'This time they will not lead you round and back
To Autumn, one year older, by the well-worn track.
'This year, this year, as all these flowers foretell,
We shall escape the circle and undo the spell.
'Often deceived, yet open once again your heart,
Quick, quick, quick, quick! - the gates are drawn apart.'
Posted by SimianD at 11:17 PM