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A prisoner of hope

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Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion! Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem! See, your king comes to you, righteous and having salvation, gentle and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey….. He will proclaim peace to the nations. His rule will extend from sea to sea and from the river to the ends of the earth. As for you, because of the blood of my covenant with you, I will free your prisoners from the waterless pit. Return to your fortress, O prisoners of hope; even now I announce that I will restore twice as much to you. 

(Zech 9.9-12)

The Lord will roar from Zion and thunder from Jerusalem; the earth and the sky will tremble. But the Lord will be a refuge for his people, a stronghold for the people of Israel. Then you will know that I, the Lord your God, dwell in Zion, my holy hill.

(Joel 3.16&17)

The idea of being a prisoner is not a very attractive one, which is why the phrase used by Zechariah in his prophecy to the discouraged people who were trying to rebuild Jerusalem after 70 years of exile, really jumps out at me. Why is this meant to be an encouraging word? How can it help people who feel that their labour is futile, and that God is no longer involved in their lives?

Well, when you think about it, a large part of the problem with being a prisoner, is that you are the mercy of another person… but what if that person happened to be the almighty God, the creator of the universe, the only one who fully knows and fully accepts you? What if your captor is Love? Doesn’t that put a rather different spin on the idea of being a prisoner? There are some bonds which are actually not worth breaking….

I am a prisoner of hope – because I have seen the Lord of Love upon the cross and have recognised that the Son of God died for me, to deliver me from death to life; from despair to hope. That hope is grounded in the character of God himself, not in my own understanding of how my life unfolds or what God chooses to permit and to work through my circumstances. I have seen Christ, the crucified, and cannot look away. His love compels me to trust and also to hope for what is promised to all who trust in him by God the Father. I find myself shackled by those promises, tightly bound to an inheritance beyond my imagining which will bring me into the fullest possible relationship with my Saviour, and also with all my fellow believers. I am unable to loosen those bonds, and I don’t want to.

When I hear of the trials which so many believers face, I understand why faith is strained almost to breaking point.. and yet, I cannot break the hope-bonds which tie me to God’s love. I long for the day when all is made right, and when those who have suffered so much, so unjustly, often at the hands of people who claim to be believers themselves, can finally be freed from their scars and burdens of anger, grief and disbelief. And so I pray for them, that in spite of their trials, in spite of the grievous wounds inflicted upon them, that they too will be so compelled by the divine love in Christ that they find themselves bound to hope for that glorious day.

I believe in the God who raises the dead, and who makes new life – divine life – possible for all who will accept Jesus as lord and saviour. I believe in the God whose kingdom is firmly established in the face of all the strutting, grabbing, manipulating, self-glorifying rulers of this current age. I believe in the God whose response to the rebellion of his people was to come as love-in-person to die in order to set them free from their own evil desires, by which the powers of this world imprison them. I believe in redemptive love, and that love is what keeps me – not my own merit, or piety or moral strength. I am glad to be the prisoner of Love incarnate, because without his safe-keeping, I am utterly lost and hopeless.

My refuge and stronghold is God’s character, his power and his faithfulness to his own promises. I am guarded there and protected from all that would seek to part me from Love himself, I am a prisoner of hope. I stand on the battlements of God’s fortress-love and cry, “Glory to God, Glory to Jesus, Glory to the Spirit who keeps me safely within these walls!”

 

 

Getting straight

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Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.

(Prov 3.5-6)

The Lord is my light and my rescue. Whom should I fear? The Lord is my life’s stronghold. Of whom should I be afraid?

Though a camp is marshalled against me, my heart shall not fear. Though battle is roused against me, nonetheless do I trust. One thing do I ask of the Lord, it is this that I seek – that I dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the Lord’s sweetness and to gaze on his palace.

For he hides me in his shelter on the day of evil. He conceals me in the recess of his tent, on a rock he raises me up. And now my head rises over my enemies around me: let me offer in his tent sacrifices with joyous shouts. Let me sing and hymn to the Lord.

Do not hide your face from me, do not turn your servant away in wrath. You are my help. Abandon me not, nor forsake me, O God of my rescue. Though my father and mother forsook me, the Lord would gather me in.

Teach me, o Lord, your way; and lead me on a level path because of my adversaries.. If I but trust to see the Lord’s goodness in the land of the living – hope for the Lord! Let your heart be firm and bold, and hope for the Lord.

(Ps 27.1, 3-7,9-11,13&14; R. Alter translation)

I am grateful that the word of God to his people is a living word, a never failing source of nourishment, refreshment, compassionate and firm correction, direction and confidence. I love that I can read the words from Proverbs quoted above, and then in the writing of a wise and faithful servant of the Lord, find a quite fresh perspective on living in this troubled yet wonderful world.

I used to read those words and then try to work out in my own mind just how God would answer, how the problems might be resolved, so that I could see straight. But that is both foolish and unrealistic! I am very small, and this world’s troubles are very big, incredibly confusing and interconnected. Even the immediate issues which impinge on my life and cause me immediate distress are still completely interwoven with the lives of others, so that it is simply impossible that I should be able to sort them out with complete justice and love! What a relief, then, to recognise that God is not calling me to solve the problems, but to act in faith and love, doing the next thing as He reveals it to me.

To fully trust in the Lord is to recognise that only He can and does fully comprehend the global picture; and then to depend on Him to be at work to care for his precious sheep in the midst of that massive, messy, muddly mayhem. My own understanding looks at it, and is overwhelmed, and defaults very quickly to fear and distrust. But I must learn to take myself straight to the Lord, and to confess my complete lack of true understanding, and the deceptiveness of the small amount that I do understand. My calling is to ask for and obey the instruction of God in my small corner of His great big world – believing that even the smallest constructive action on my part has its place. And as I read, “[my]call to love will never be as big as what is wrong”*. Isn’t that a huge relief?!!

The problems are very big, and making my path straight isn’t about solving them, it’s about asking God to deal with them and meantime asking him what small things I can be doing to obey, to love and to glorify God as I follow him through His ways. This takes a huge weight off my shoulders, and also corrects my false expectations about how God deals with the realities of life – its not all about sorting things the way I want or predict, it’s about trusting that His ways, while beyond me, are nonetheless just, good and constructive.

Heavenly Father, I praise and thank you today, because my troubles are on Your shoulders, together with all the weight of this world, because You alone can bear them. Thank you that I am not tasked with solving the problems, but with obeying you, and constructively loving others as You direct me.

Thank you that as I bring all the mess and muddle before you – all my various ‘ways’ – so you will direct me clearly, making my path straight and leading me through the trouble according to your purposes. Straight doesn’t mean easy, but it does mean achievable even for me, since You know my weakness and frailty. Keep me from inventing my own paths, and deceiving myself into thinking that my ways are better than Yours! In the precious name of Jesus, I pray these things, Amen.

*quote from ‘Take heart – Daily devotions to deepen your faith’, by David Powlison, published 2022, by New Growth Press.

Do the next thing..

A sinner.. living with sinners

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As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. Where can I go and meet with God? My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” These things I remember as I pour out my soul; how I used to go to the house of God under the protection of the Mighty One with shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng.

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God for I will yet praise him, my Saviour and my God.

My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon – from Mount Mizar. Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.

By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me – a prayer to the God of my life. 

I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy? My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Saviour and my God.

(Ps 42)

Do you ever get overwhelmed by the sheer painfulness of living as a sinner among sinners? Of receiving within your own heart and life the impact of the sin of others, and living with the consequences of your own sin? I do, and right now, I am acutely aware of it.

Sometimes, it seems that I am being carried along and can bear with what others do to me, graciously trusting God for good to come from suffering, as the bible teaches it will. But not now, not today. Today I am frantic, desperate, battering myself as a wave against the cliffs, against what feel like unfulfilled promises, and with little appetite for persevering in hope. Although I have no obvious mortal enemies, yet I can fully identify with the psalmist who is crying to God for a clear sense of His presence and protection against all that is assaulting him.

How can I know God’s presence when I am only acutely aware of the ways that I am being hurt by others, not deliberately, only as a result of their own brokenness which should call forth my best forgiving love and compassion – even as my failures call forth the love and forgiveness of my Saviour? My despair and pain feel like a betrayal of God’s goodness, the voice of my accuser whispers, “If you were really mature as a believer, you wouldn’t collapse like this when others hurt you.”

What does the believer do in these circumstances? How may I ask for prayer for myself, and pray for my brothers and sisters as they also may experience this pain?

I take note of the psalmist’s wisdom in pouring the whole sorry mess out before God, who knows all the details and has an more intimate and profound understanding of His child’s reactions, both the healthy and the unhealthy ones. I take note of the wisdom which speaks directly to the frantic and despairing soul, exhorting a holding on, stubborn hope – that same stubbornness with which Jacob wrestled with the angelic visitor, determined not to let go until he had received a blessing. What blessing do I need in the midst of my own midnight wrestling? I need to know the presence of my God, the one whose song over me is of His love and eternal faithfulness

Perhaps it is ok to wrestle with wounds, with weakness and weariness; perhaps this fight itself is a means of blessing, since it drives me straight to the throne of grace for mercy and help in my time of acute need. My beloved Father knows me, and His love will not fail to minister to my wounds – and because He understands exactly how I am made, He alone can touch the places that most need comfort and healing.

Dear Father, your daughter is in a sorry state today, and she cries to you in her distress. Thank you for the relief of tears, for the kindness of friends and their prayers, and thank you above all for your goodness to her in ministering to her deepest need – which is to know your presence and lovingkindness that never fail. Surely, goodness and mercy will follow her and all your children down the days and years until the time of sorrows is forgotten.