O Master, You have been our abode in every generation. Before mountains were born, before You spawned earth and world, from forever to forever You are God. You bring man back to the dust and say, “Turn back, humankind.” For a thousand years in Your eyes are like yesterday gone, like a watch in the night… The days of our years are but seventy years, and if in great strength, eighty years. and their pride is trouble and grief, for swiftly cut down, we fly off. .. To count our days rightly, instruct, that we may get a heart of wisdom…. Sate us in the morn with Your kindness, let us sing and rejoice all our days…. Let your acts be seen by Your servants and Your glory by their children. And may the sweetness of the Master our God be upon us and the work of our hands firmly found for us, and the work of our hands firmly found!
(Ps 901-4,10,12,14,16&17: R Alter translation)
“All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands for ever.”
(Isa 40.6-8)
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
(Matt 6.19-21)
It can be easy to talk glibly about how God is faithful to us through all our seasons of life, when we have been spared tragedy, upheaval, violence, betrayal and real encounter with evil and persecution. I am aware as I contemplate the changes in my personal life, and also in the national institution to which my local congregation belongs, that I have made many unwise assumptions about what lasts, and what can be depended on.
I grew up thinking that the church – as I knew it then – would simply continue to exist in the form which I knew it – a large and loving family, rich in generosity and sharing across generations. When we moved to this beloved place where we now live, I thought that this might be a place to which I could give my heart and and look forward to retiring among the community who have welcomed and loved me. I was wrong about both of these things and it is unnerving to find how much this error is disturbing me and challenging my faith.
We tell ourselves that nothing lasts forever except God – and then we give our hearts to a person, an institution, a career, a family, an ideal or an ambition. All of these things can and probably will not last, they are not eternal, not the stuff of which forever is made. and so we are hurt, we grieve the losses and wonder how to live well in a world where nothing can be depended on. The bible tells us clearly that God alone is unchanging, eternal, faithful and on that we can build a life of fulfilling activity and service – and because of that, we can enjoy the people, careers, families and institutions which are his gift to us. It is possible to fully appreciate all these things, so long as we fit them into our lives around the central reality that God alone will last, and only in Him do we find the security and eternal significance which we crave.
As I navigate this season of change then, I come to learn afresh that my faith must rest in God alone, in the work and person of Jesus Christ. I must not be the kind of christian whose walk with the Lord depends upon a certain tradition, particular music, the company of particular people on my journey. I follow Jesus, my loyalty is to him alone, and not ultimately to any institution or pattern of worship; my faith will not die if I lose any of his good gifts to me – indeed, every loss, every change is an invitation to re-consecrate myself to Him alone in dependence and trust. Let me sing the words of this great hymn as a fresh reminder to myself that no matter what happens to me, by God’s grace, I am safe with Him.
I hear the words of love, I gaze upon the blood, I see the mighty sacrifice, and I have peace with God.
‘Tis everlasting peace, sure as Jehovah’s name; ’tis stable as His steadfast throne and evermore the same.
The clouds may come and go, and storms may sweep my sky – this blood-sealed friendship changes not: the cross is ever nigh.
My love is oft-times low, my joy still ebbs and flows; but peace with Him remains the same – no change Jehovah knows.
I change, He changes not, the Christ can never die; His love, not mine, the resting-place, His truth, not mine, the tie.
(Horatius Bonar, 1808-89)
