Faith, Love, Hope in Thessalonica

 

 

“We give thanks to God always for all of you, making mention of you in our prayers; constantly bearing in mind your work of faith and labor of love and steadfastness of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ in the presence of our God and Father” (1 Thess. 1:2 – 3).

 

“Since we are of the day, let us be sober, having put on the breastplate of faith and love, and as a helmet, the hope of salvation” (1 Thess. 5:8).

 

I’ve been pondering the cluster of faith, hope, and love at the beginning and toward the conclusion of Paul’s first letter to the Christians in Thessalonica. The believers in this city were known for their faith, love and hope. Their way of life not only manifested hope, love, and faith, but faith, love, and hope was also their armor as “sons of light and sons of day” (5:5).

 

When we encounter faith, hope, and love in the Bible we see the core of our calling in Jesus Christ, the core of our life together, the core of our witness of Him to the world. Note that both 1:2 – 3 and 5:8 are closely related to the Father choosing us in Christ:

 

“Knowing, brethren beloved by God, His choice of you” (1:4).

 

“God has not destined us for wrath, but for obtaining salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ” (5:9).

 

It is good to remind ourselves that we are not accidents looking for a place to happen – we can only be in a relationship with Jesus because God our Father has called us into that relationship.

 

“All that the Father gives Me will come to Me, and the one who comes to Me I will certainly not cast out” (John 6:37).

 

“No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws Him; and I will raise him up on the last day” (John 6:44).

 

We can have great assurance that Jesus is our Author and Perfector (Hebrews 12:2), that the One who began a good work within us will bring it to completion (Phil. 1:6). I may not fully understand these words of Jesus in John Chapter 6, in fact I can understand very little of them, but I am most certainly called to believe what Jesus says about the Father and me and Him. Believing what Jesus says allows me to live securely in Him, allowing faith, hope, and love to grow in me and flow through me – back unto Jesus and into the lives of others.

 

Consider what Paul writes to the Colossians:

 

“We give thanks to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus, praying always for you, since we heard of your faith in Christ Jesus and the love which you have for all the saints; because of the hope laid up for you in heaven” (Col. 1:3 – 4).

 

The Christians in Colossae also have a testimony of faith, hope, and love.

 

Is this my testimony? When others look at me do they see faith, hope, and love in Jesus Christ?

 

Is this the testimony of our congregations?

 

Is this your testimony?

 

Perhaps, as we live today, we can watch for Jesus coming to us, teaching us to live in and to share the faith, hope, and love that He is giving to us as His brothers and sisters. Perhaps we can ask Jesus to teach us today how to share faith, hope, and love with others.

 

Let’s remember that love, hope, and faith are not only to be our Way of Life in Christ, but they are also our armor, protecting our hearts and minds (which are continually assaulted by the things of this world!).

Reflections on the Song of Solomon (2)

 

 

“May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!” (SS 1:1).

 

“Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.” (SS 8:14).

 

The Song of Solomon begins with passionate love, and it concludes with passionate love.

 

The imagery throughout the Song is intimate and knowing.

 

“Let his left hand be under my head and his right hand embrace me” (2:6).

 

“Let his left hand be under my head and his right hand embrace me” (8:3).

 

This is a Song in which the Bride rejoices in the Groom, and the Groom rejoices in the Bride. The Groom only has eyes for the Bride and the Bride only has eyes for the Groom. It is sacred Song with a sacred Love. In one sense the love is exclusive, in another sense others are invited to bask in the love and to rejoice in the Bride and Groom.

 

In Revelation chapters 21 and 22 nations walk by the light of the Bride and Groom (21:24) and the leaves of the Tree of Life – which is now the union of the Bride and Groom - are for the healing of the peoples (22:2).

 

A very rich man recently remarried. For the wedding venue he rented a large section of an historical and culturally significant city. He did not invite the world to his wedding.

 

When our Lord Jesus and His Bride celebrate their wedding, when His glorious Bride descends from the unseen into the seen, from the invisible into the visible – all the peoples of the earth are invited to bask in the healing and light and glory that flows from the union of the Bride and Groom.

 

The Bride and the Spirit issue an invitation to all:

 

“The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.” And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who wishes take the water of life without cost” (Rev. 22:17).

 

The Song of Songs is a duet of Bride and Bridegroom. While others make an appearance on stage and provide background music and singing, they are there only to highlight the passionate love of the Groom and His Bride – of the Bride seeking the Groom and the Groom seeking His Bride.

 

In the first verse the Bride sings of her Beloved, and in the final verse the Bride sings of her Beloved. Between the first and final verses is a Divine Duet of Love, Marriage, Consummation, Enjoyment – a Divine Dance into eternity…indeed, a dance that never ceases; a dance, I imagine, in which new steps and patterns unfold with Divine Life and Movement and Energy.

 

As we read the Song, let’s note how its core is the Bride focused on the Groom and the Groom focused on the Bride. Let’s ponder their descriptions of one another – descriptions born of intimacy, of love, of care, of tenderness, of giving – of union with one another.

 

“For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother, and be joined to his wife; and they shall become one flesh” (Gen. 2:24).

 

“This mystery (Gen. 2:24) is great; but I am speaking with reference to Christ and the church” (Eph. 5:32).

 

Jesus left His Father’s house to seek His Bride; we are now bone of His bone and flesh of His flesh, members of His Body (Eph. 5:30); holy and blameless before Him in love (Eph. 5:27; 1:4).

 

Ought we not to be wedded to Christ and only to Christ? (2 Cor. 11:2 – 3).

Seed Bearing Fruit After Its Kind

 

 Well now, dear ones...

 

I have not read or watched or listened to the national and international news for a few weeks...and I pretty much only know enough locally to have fair warning should an expedition from Mars touch down...but I do get a glimpse now and then.

 

I am still following baseball...after all...if we do not have baseball what do we have? Even though it has also changed...I will pass on the All Star Game...haven't watched it in years...like everything else it is now insane with hype, marketing, etc.

 

Come on...it is a game, a game that adults play...

 

"The earth brought forth vegetation, plants yielding seed after their kind..." Genesis 1:12.

 

Why is it that many of us who insist on a certain reading of Genesis, and who brand others as outside the pale who do not agree with them, do not apply the same fervor and meticulousness to the national creation myth of the United States? That is, why don't they look at the facts...and if Christians, why don't they ask where faithful preaching and pastoring was during the Revolution - where the image of Jesus was during our First American Civil War?

 

As a rule, pastors who preached peace and obedience were driven from their churches and homes. Things haven't changed...yes?

 

Civil wars are brutal - how can we gloss over this?

 

Just asking.

 

If Genesis 1:12 is true, and I believe it is...then I cannot see how a nation birthed in violent rebellion can have a trajectory other than rebellion...and when it ends it will certainly end in a Biblical image...that of it imploding and consuming itself in rebellion...and the birds of the air and the beasts of the field will have quite the feast.

 

Yes, our Imperial Cult and our Nero(s) and Caligula(s) once again express the truth of Psalm 2 and Daniel 2 and Hebrews 12:12 - 29.

 

Did I mention Revelation 17 and 18? (Every generation has them I suppose).

 

Revelation and Daniel give us true images of the powers of this age, shattering the facades, shattering the national myths - the cry from the Throne is ever and always, "Come out of her (Babylon) My People that you do not partake of her sins!"

 

Genesis is not only the book of beginnings, it is also the book of endings. Nimrod, Shinar, Babel are all there...as are Enoch, Noah, Abraham, and Joseph. We meet them in every generation, plants yielding seed after their kind...we meet them in Revelation, we meet them today.

 

Those who partake of the Tree of Life (Christ the Vine) are called, in Him, to give life to the world - the Grain of Wheat has fallen into the ground and died and come forth in Newness of Life...and the leaves of the Tree are for the healing of the peoples.

 

Those who partake of Nero's table?

 

Two women in Proverbs Chapter 9, two tables (1 Cor. 10:21)...two seeds...

 

Two women in Revelation, the Bride and the Whore.

 

Two kingdoms in Revelation, the Lamb's and that which makes the peoples drunk with the wine of fornication.

 

I suppose there aren't really words to describe all of this...but there sure are images...there sure are images.

 

I was thinking that like Samson we have had our eyes put out...but unlike Samson we don't know it. (John 9:35 - 41).

 

Much love...let us follow the Lamb wherever He goes!

 

Bob

Seeing the Invisible (8)

 

“We look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal” (2 Cor. 4:18).

 

When I began this series I had a sense of where I wanted to go, I wanted to work through 2 Corinthians and demonstrate that in every chapter Paul is seeing the invisible. Of course, this is true of the entire Bible, its writers are always seeing the invisible to one degree or another, even when they don’t quite know what they are seeing. Just as we ought to always ask, “Where is Jesus Christ?” when we read the Bible, we can also ask, “How am I seeing the invisible when I read this passage?” We can be certain that the invisible will always come from Christ, reveal Christ, and lead us back to Christ.

 

This morning as I ponder the situation in our nation with respect to the professing church, and the betrayal by many pastors in leading their people into participation in the Imperial Cult and offering incense to Ceasar, I am thinking of the way most of us make our choices – most of us in the professing church make our choices based on what we can see, not on seeing the invisible, not on seeing Jesus Christ and His Kingdom.

 

What I mean is that we look at the visible options and take our pick. We look at this political party and that political party, we look at this “Christian” movement or that “Christian” movement, at this tradition or that tradition, at this “teacher” or that “teacher.” We consider this policy and that policy and yet another policy – often we make our choices based on what we reject rather than on what we truly want to embrace, often we think that by choosing “the lesser evil” we are doing the best we can.

 

The Bible teaches us to choose Jesus and only Jesus. Evil is evil and we do not overcome evil by using or supporting other evil, we overcome evil by good (Romans 12:21; Matthew 5:38 – 48).

 

But we can only do this as we learn to see the invisible, to see Jesus Christ and His Kingdom.

 

Jesus says that “the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head” (Mt. 8:20). This is true of Jesus, it is true of His Body, the Body of Christ. There is nowhere on this earth for us to lay our Head. When we attempt to find a home, a resting place, among the movements and systems of the present age we prostitute ourselves and others, we sell ourselves to the elements of the world, the flesh, and the devil. We become galley slaves of the principalities and powers of a world in rebellion against God and His Anointed (Psalm 2).

 

My sense is that our Father is not giving His sons and daughters any options other than Jesus – He does not intend to, He has never intended to. Throughout history those who have followed Jesus have been a minority, those who have never heard of Jesus and who have yet responded to the light that God has given them have been a minority – those who respond to God are always a minority…usually (if not always) a minimal minority. Those who respond to Divine goodness, truth, and beauty will be a minority until that Day when the Holy City descends from the invisible and that which is unseen is made manifest to the glory of God and the Lamb and a great harvest is gathered unto God.

 

When we read of the various beasts in Daniel and Revelation, we are seeing the images and natures of the governments and movements and systems of this world, including our own nation – we are seeing the invisible. What may appear righteousness on the outside is death on the inside “full of dead men’s bones and all uncleanness…hypocrisy and lawlessness” (Mt. 23:27 – 28).

 

Friends, something isn’t right when we aren’t looking to Jesus. Something isn’t right when Jesus isn’t our one and only Message, when He isn’t our one and only Spouse, when He isn’t the heartbeat of our lives, when pastors and teachers and professors and elders aren’t insisting that their people belong to Jesus and only to Him. Are we not to be seeking that City whose Builder and Maker is God? As Moses, are we not to be seeing Him who is invisible? (Heb. 11:6 – 16, 23 – 27).

 

Are we not in the midst of deluding influences that are not just permeating society, but also the professing church (2 Thess. 2:10 – 11)?

 

The fruit of godly teaching ought to be intimate relationship with Jesus Christ. Yet, what do we see? I hear followers of End Times teachers speak of the End Times. I hear followers of worldviews speak of worldviews. I hear seekers of “experience” speak of experiences. I hear seekers of Bible data and technical learning speak of those things. Where do we hear people speaking of their relationship with Jesus Christ? Where are those who freely and naturally share out of their friendship and fellowship with Jesus?

 

I have been in small groups who seldom (if ever) speak of their relationship with Jesus, the same with Sunday school groups. I have been in countless Sunday worship services in which few, if any, share of their relationship with Jesus – before, during, or after the service. O yes, I have also been among saints who can’t wait to share Jesus with others. I have been with saints who love sharing what they’ve been reading in the Bible and how God is speaking to them through His Word. I have known saints who love praying for one another, laying hands on one another, speaking words of love and joy and encouragement to one another in Christ.

 

O dear friends, our identity does not lie in the world and its systems and governments and political movements and economic practices or in national identity. Our identity, now and forever, must be in the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world and calls us into an invisible and eternal reality in Him. When the invisible Kingdom of the Lamb is manifested in all His glory, the kingdoms of this world will turn to dust along with its powers and authorities.

 

“Worthy are You to take the book and to break its seals; for You were slain, and purchased for God with Your blood men from every tribe and tongue and people and nation. You have made them to be a kingdom and priests to our God; and they will reign upon the earth” (Rev. 5:9 – 10).

 

“For I determined to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ, and Him crucified” (1 Cor. 2:2).

Pounding, Pounding, Pounding

 

Pounding, Pounding, Pounding

July 6, 2026

R. L. Withers

 

Pounding, pounding, pounding!

The mock scepter strikes a blow!

Blow upon blow, blow upon blow!

How deep will the Crown of Thorns go?

 

Crown Him, yes crown Him!

Weave the crown of thorns for His Head!

Beat it down, beat it down!

Strike harder, strike harder – beat it down!

 

Who shall strike the hardest?

Which soldier shall it be?

Let me, let me!

I can pound it with more force than you!

 

Let the blood run, let it run!

Who can make it run the more?

Embed the crown into His Head,

Shall anyone take it off again?

 

Enough for now

More is to come

Remove the royal robe,

Put the scepter in the fire

 

But leave the crown,

O leave the crown!

For a royal crucifixion will be done

And a king shall be enthroned!

 

Pounding, pounding, pounding.

Pound the nails through His flesh,

Deep into the tree drive them deep.

Who can drive them the deepest?

 

Pounding, pounding, pounding.

I cannot sleep tonight.

A good day’s work was done indeed

But the pounding now haunts me.

 

Deeper goes the pounding

Into my heart and soul.

What have I done today

That there is pounding so?

 

I cannot sleep

And so I run

To the room where we

Wove the crown of thorns

 

I cannot sleep

And so I run

Back to that Hill

Where we drove the nails

 

I cannot sleep and so I look,

Look for His Body.

Where did it go?

Who took it?

 

Three days!

Three nights!

The pounding will not stop!

Sleep flees from me!

 

What’s that you say?

You were guarding His tomb?

An earthquake, an angel,

You ran away, deserting your post?

 

Where am I going?

Why I’m going to find Him.

I must find Him –

The pounding must stop!

 

My commander, my leader,

O he was so right when he said,

“Surely this is the Son of God.”

He was right, and I was a beast.

 

O Jesus, O Jesus,

Have mercy on me.

Let me find You!

Find me! Find me!

 

Now dear reader

You may write the ending –

What of this Roman soldier?

What of you?

 

Reflections on the Song of Solomon

 

A Passionate Love, A Passionate Life (1)

 

“May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine; your oils have a pleasing fragrance, your name is like purified oil; therefore the maidens love you. Draw me after you and let us run together! The king has brought me into his chambers” (Song of Solomon 1:2 – 4).

 

This is how it begins – with passion, exuberance, and consummation!

 

It does not begin with backstory; not with how they first met, not with how their eyes first connected, not with a first date, not with when they first held hands, and not with an evening kiss. It rather begins with hearts and minds and souls and bodies alive and vibrant with exuberance, passion and consummation. Forget backstory – let’s open with joy and celebration!

 

The love and marriage of Ruth and Boaz has backstory, the backstory with them is much of the message; but the love of the Song of Solomon explodes with consummation and desire and celebration – Let’s kiss, let’s enjoy the fragrance, let’s run and skip and jump, and O yes! O yes! Let’s enter the king’s chambers…no wait, let’s not just enter them, let’s run into them! O yes!

 

If we approach the Song of Solomon in any way other than the way it is written, if we ask questions such as, “What is it about? Who wrote it? Who is it written to? When was it written? Who are the players?” we rob the Song of its mystery, its allurement, its fragrance, and of our visceral and holistic participation in it.

 

When you sit down to a dinner that another has prepared, whether in a home or a restaurant, do you analyze what you are about to eat? Do you wonder about the pots and pans used? Do you want to know if it was cooked on gas or electric appliances? Do you ponder the origin of the recipe? Do you question the herbs and spices used? If you do, one thing is for sure, when you finally get around to eating your meal it will be cold – and then you may blame the cook.

 

As Ezekiel and John were commanded, when we come to the Song of Solomon, we are to “eat this book.” We are to take what is set before us and put it in our mouths and enjoy it – gobble it down, drink it and become inebriated for it is better than wine, O so much better than wine! We are to run and skip and hop and jump for there ain’t nothing better than knowing love, living in love, breathing love, giving love, receiving love, and enjoying love in all its fullness.

 

In whatever way it is given to you to experience the opening of the Song, then experience it! You may experience it in more than one way – isn’t that beautiful? I think it is. If you have a pulse, then allow that pulse to quicken, allow your imagination to flow, allow the Holy Spirit to pull back the curtain on the stage – not so that you watch others act out the story as you sit in a seat, but so that you may run to the stage and play your part(s)! There are to be no spectators to the Song, all of us are to be on stage, all of us.

 

The first individual church that Jesus speaks to in Revelation is the church in Ephesus. They were commended for their good works, for their rejection of evil, and for their perseverance, but yet Jesus warns them that their deeds are not the deeds of love for they had “left their first Love.” Jesus tells them that unless they “remember from where you have fallen, and repent, and do the deeds you did at first” that He will come and remove them. They must return to their first Love, Jesus Christ; Jesus Christ must once again be their only Love.

 

We are to love Him with all of our heart, mind, soul, and strength; and out of that we love our neighbor as ourselves. We are to love Jesus Christ with all that we have and all that we are – forever and ever, we are to belong to Him and only to Him. We are to be in a holy and pure marriage to Jesus Christ (2 Cor. 11:1 – 3). Our central and core calling and destiny is as the Bride of Christ – we see the shadow of the marriage in Genesis; we see its consummation in Revelation 21 – 22.

 

We also experience shadows and consummation in the Song. However, the Song is not structured as the entire Bible is structured. The Bible is structured with first shadows (Genesis 2; Ephesians 5:22 – 32) and then consummation, while the Song begins with consummation and then escorts us into a dance of shadow and consummation, of consummation and shadow – of point and counterpoint. (Is this not what we can experience in marriage?)

 

“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!”

 

This lady “don’t want no hug and kiss,” she wants the real deal – there ain’t no warm up needed here – she is hungry for her lover and her lover is hungry for her.

 

O dear friends, can we ask ourselves whether we are hungry for Jesus? Is the Church hungry for Jesus?

If we are hungry for Him then how can we sell ourselves to the things of this world – its entertainment, its value systems, its economic systems, its political and national systems, its worship of so-called “freedom,” its scribal and Pharisaical religious systems within what we term Christianity?

 

For us pastors and teachers and professors – have we forgotten that our calling is to join the Bride to the Bridegroom and then get out of the way (John 3:28 – 30)? We have no business in the King’s Chambers in our teaching roles, we can only be there as the Bride.

 

Play the tape, stream it, read it, again and again read the Song of Solomon 1:2 – 4. What do you see? How is Jesus coming to you? Get on the stage, start living your role.

 

Enjoy Jesus and bask in His enjoyment of you.

 

Concluding thought:

 

I grew up listening to and appreciating many genres of music, including Big Band, Show Tunes, and what I’ll call Popular Standards of previous generations (1920s – early 1950s; some of which have been recycled and “covered” over the years). Below is a Standard that I can sing to two people and only two people, one is Vickie and the Other is Jesus. Can our congregations sing this to Jesus? If we did, would it be true? We can all learn to sing it, for Jesus so very deeply desires us to live in His exuberant, passionate, and consummated love! Jesus desires us to live in Song of Solomon 1:2 – 4.

 

I Only Have Eyes For You (Harry Warren, Al Dubin)

 

Are there stars out tonight?

I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright

‘Cause I only have eyes for you, dear.

 

The moon may be high

But I can’t see a thing in the sky

‘Cause I only have eyes for you

 

I don’t know if we’re in a garden

Or on a crowded avenue

You are here, so am I

Maybe millions of people pass by

But they all disappear from view

‘Cause I only have eyes for you.

 

Do we only have eyes for Jesus?

 

Psalm 139...or My Nappy

 

A Psalm 139 Day, A Psalm 139 Life – or My Nappy

 

“O LORD, You have searched me and known me” (Psalm 139:1).

 

“Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me and know my anxious thoughts; and see if there be any hurtful way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way” (Psalm 139:24).

 

This is my Psalm 139 Day. I typically read Psalm 139 on March 19, June 26, September 19, and December 19. I read Psalm 139 to remind me that I am not an accident looking for a place to happen, I read it to remind me that my hope is ever and always in Jesus. I read Psalm 139 to remember how much my Father cares for me…even when “I make my bed in hell.”

 

I often point others to Psalm 139 because I want them to know that they also are not accidents looking for a place to happen, but rather that their lives are in God’s hands.

 

If you have ever made your bed in hell this is a pretty good psalm. If you have ever run from God this psalm can be helpful. If you have ever known darkness so dark that you can’t see your hand in front of your face, this psalm is for you.

 

If you have ever looked at your life and wondered just how you could have messed up so badly, this psalm can remind you that even if you don’t understand yourself (and I don’t think any of us have much capacity along this line) that God your Father and Creator knowns all about you.

 

In our moments of arrogance and pomposity this psalm can put us in our place; we really don’t know all that much, we need our God to search us, purify us, and to lead us in “the everlasting Way.” The Way, of course, is Jesus Christ (John 14:6).

 

The psalm begins with an acknowledgment and confession that God has searched us and known us. It concludes with a plea for God to continue searching us and knowing our hearts, for Him to test us and know our thoughts, to deal with hurtful and sinful and selfish ways within us, and to lead us in the everlasting Way (see Hebrews 4:12 – 13; Psalm 19:12 – 14).

 

In a sense the psalm ends where it begins, with God searching us…but not quite, there is a difference, a significant difference.

 

In verse 1 we acknowledge that God has been searching us. In verses 23 and 24 we cry out to God that He will continue to search us, purify us, save us from toxic ways, and lead us into the Way of Jesus. In other words, in verse 1 we have the realization that God has been searching us, in verses 23 and 24 we plea with God to continue His gracious work within us.

 

We may live a long time before we arrive at the realization of verse 1. We may go our own way for many years before, by God’s mercy, it dawns on us that God has been searching our lives, our souls, our hearts and our minds – that He knows not just our every action, but our thoughts and our motives. When the light of this awareness breaks upon us we can either run and hide, or we can say, “O my! Help me dear God.”

 

If we will accept His mercy, then we will come to know that His intimate searching of us is a deep expression of His tender love for us in Jesus Christ – then we will come to know that we need His searching and trying and purifying every moment of every day, we will know that we cannot live without Him and His Presence.

 

In the Garden, Adam and Eve hid from God and from each other. In the New Jerusalem there is no hiding from God or from one another, all is transparent in that City in which God alone is Light. As Psalm 139 demonstrates, we cannot really hide from God. We may be like toddlers playing “peek-a-boo”, thinking that if we cover our eyes so that we can’t see God that God can’t see us. Isn’t that foolish?

 

Yet isn’t that the way we so often live…within and without the professing church?

 

I have often said that on my best days my heavenly Father needs to change my nappy.  This may not be an elegant conclusion to this reflection, but it is most certainly the truth.

Seeing the Invisible (7)

 

 

“We look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal” (2 Cor. 4:18).

 

Now, after having considered the immediate context of 2 Corinthians 4:18, and then pondering 4:6 and 5:16, let’s please go to the beginning of Paul’s letter and view what he writes by seeing the invisible. It is important for you to read these passages in your Bible, due to space limitations I will not be quoting them in their entirety.

 

In 1:1 – 11 Paul writes of a time of intense suffering, so intense that he and his companions were “burdened excessively, beyond our strength, so that we despaired even of life; indeed, we had the sentence of death within ourselves.”

 

Many of us have had our own times of suffering, sorrow, and despair. Many of us have had moments or extended seasons when the pain of life seemed more than we could bear, when we thought that we would never know peace and comfort again, when the chasm between our suffering and comfort was so wide and so deep that we despaired of life.

 

What did we “see” during those times? What did Paul and his companions “see” during the time that he writes of in 2 Corinthians? Was Paul seeing through the visible into the invisible? Were we seeing through the visible into the invisible, or were our eyes fixed on our visible circumstances?

 

When we are suffering our tendency is to see our immediate circumstances and to evaluate life through them. Our natural tendency is to place ourselves and our suffering at the center of the universe and seek to alleviate our pain. Was this the perspective and response of Paul and his fellow workers?

 

In 1:3 Paul styles God as “the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”

 

He continues, “For just as the sufferings of Christ are ours in abundance, so also our comfort is abundant through Christ. But if we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; or if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which is effective in the patient enduring of the same sufferings which we also suffer.”

 

Paul saw beyond the visible into the invisible, and seeing the invisible he saw that his sufferings were a means of comforting others with the comfort with which he was comforted by God. In other words, Paul saw that his sufferings were not about him, but about the grace of God being poured through him to others. Paul did not see himself as the center of the universe, he did not view his sufferings as being centered on himself, but rather he saw, in Christ, that others were to be the beneficiaries of his sufferings.

 

This is something that Paul could not have seen were he simply looking at visible circumstances. When we encounter suffering our natural inclination, and understandably so, is to escape the suffering, to alleviate it, to relieve the pressure. Our natural tendency is to focus on the visible which is causing us pain.

 

But Paul says, “Hold on here, there is more to our suffering than meets the natural eye. We are suffering so that we may comfort others with the comfort that we will receive from God. All that is happening is happening for the “comfort and salvation” of others.

 

Not only this, but Paul also writes that we are experiencing “the sufferings of Christ,” and that these are “ours in abundance.” In other words, Christ calls us into the “koinonia of His sufferings” (Philippians 3:10; Colossians 1:24). This is a mystical mystery in our union with Christ, a mystical mystery in the Body of Christ; this is an element of seeing the invisible, of looking beyond sufferings which are temporal to the suffering of the Lamb who is eternal and whose sufferings bear eternal fruit to the glory of the Father.

 

“We had the sentence of death within ourselves so that we would not trust in ourselves, but in God who raises the dead.”

 

Paul sees beyond the visible, beyond his feelings, beyond the sense that the sentence of death is upon him, that he was a man facing execution (the visible includes our feelings and our natural thoughts, which is to say that our feelings are unreliable as is our “natural” mind). Into the invisible he “sees” that they had the sentence of death “within themselves” so that they would not trust in themselves, but in God who raises the dead. All self-sufficiently was put to death so that total surrender to Christ and total reliance on Christ might become their way of life. “Not I but Christ lives in me” (Galatians 2:20).

 

Perhaps we ought to stop and point out that Paul does not deny the reality of the visible, he does not deny affliction and suffering, he does not deny the experience of having the sentence of death; to do so would be to deny the sufferings of Christ. We do not deny the pain of suffering, the agony of despair, the seeming uncertainty of this life; rather in the midst of these things we look beyond the visible into the invisible and we see Jesus Christ, we see the Lamb, we see the higher purposes of God being worked out in our lives and the lives of others – we see the Christ of the Cross and the Cross of Christ.

 

Make no mistake, this is not positive thinking, it is not positive confession, it is not blaming the devil for suffering (though we do not deny spiritual warfare), it is to enter into the sufferings of Christ on behalf of others.

 

Paul could write 2 Corinthians 1:1 – 11 because he was not looking at the things that are seen but at the things that are not seen, he was not basing his life and thoughts and feelings and actions on the temporal, but on the eternal.

 

What about us?

Touching Jesus - Conclusion

 

        I was recollecting when you came in…this is my big day…and my aunt’s big day…I was recollecting on that dust filled road 31 years ago…on our walk from Chorazin back to Capernaum…with broken hearts…despair…hopelessness.

            We had spent all we had…every penny…and had precious little inventory with which to make more money…

It was a long walk that day…we stopped a few miles out of Chorazin to have lunch …we had taken a bit of bread and cheese from home…and after eating we resumed our journey with an unspoken sense of hopelessness…my aunt and me…walking side by side…not saying too much…but in our hearts wondering “what do we do  now?”

            As we approached Capernaum about four in the afternoon, we saw a great crowd moving along the crossroads at mile marker one north.  The crowd was moving southward and it seemed to have a center, a center of attention if you will.  There was quite a commotion, children, teenagers, older folks, younger folks, it seemed like the entire town was out on an unruly mob-like parade….that their attention was focused on something or someone that they were trying to keep up with or touch…we weren’t really sure what was going on.

            The mob was moving away from us, moving away from the town, and that was good…because that meant that we wouldn’t have to endure their stares and looks of disdain as we headed back to our home.  The words “unclean, unclean, don’t touch them” seemed to be perpetually in their hearts and minds.  So let them go, I thought, let them go, let them go away from us on whatever circus adventure they’re on today, let them go.

            Just as I was thinking these thoughts children ran past us…children who didn’t know enough to know that we were unclean…as they stopped to greet us my aunt Ruth asked, “Children, precious young ones, why all the commotion, what is everyone doing?”

            “Oh,” they replied, “don’t you know?  Jesus of Nazareth is passing this way.  Everyone is trying to get a look at Him and touch Him.”

            Aunt Ruth and I looked at each other.  Jesus.  We had heard of Him, conflicting accounts of Him.  Some praised Him while others condemned Him.  The religious leaders seemed to hate him…but others…well…it was said that He touched people…it was said that He touched certain types of people…it was said that He touched the unclean…that He touched lepers…that He touched the dead…it was said that He touched women…could it be that perhaps…could it be that perhaps?????

            Aunt Ruth took the lead…a quick lead…a determined lead…and we headed toward the moving mob…closer and closer we got…if they recognized us they would push us away…they might even stone us to keep us from coming close…for we were unclean and we’d make them unclean…closer and closer we got…fear and hope both welling-up in our hearts…hearts pounding like kettle drums…

            No one was noticing us…their attention was all focused inward…inside the crowd, inside the mob…moving along that hot, dusty road in Galilee 31 years ago, a cacophony of noise filling the air…people pushing and jostling each other…we reached the edge of the crowd…and my little aunt Ruth began to push inward…inward beneath the men, inward past women and children…I was a few feet behind her…losing her now and then…then finding her again…and finally, finally…we saw Him…people were pushing against Him…this way and that pushing against Him as He walked…

            Ruth later shared with me that she only had one thought in her mind, “If I can only touch the hem of His garment.  If I can only touch the hem of His garment.  If I can only touch the hem of His garment.”

            And before I knew it…there she was…aunt Ruth…almost to Him…almost to Jesus…people crowding around Jesus…and she reached out and thrust her hand between two large men…right between their legs…and she…she…touched the hem of His garment…

            “Nathan,” she told me later, “it was like the warmth of a thousand suns cascading through my body…and I knew…Nathan I knew…that I was healed…I was whole…I was clean.”

            Jesus stopped…the crowd stopped.  Jesus turned around…His eyes scanning the crowd…and He spoke…a question, “Who touched me?”

            Some, whom I later learned were His disciples answered, “Master, how can you ask such a question?  “Who touched me?”  Master, why would you ask such a question?  Why everyone is touching you.  What kind of a question is that?”

            “No,” Jesus said.  Someone has truly touched me, for I know that healing has passed from me to…to.”  His eyes fell upon Aunt Ruth…and she was drawn to Him…she fell upon her knees and – in a Niagara of tears - poured out the misery and helplessness of twelve long years.  The Master said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you.  Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”

            Oh the joy we knew that day, that day 31 years ago as we laughed and embraced and returned home that afternoon with hearts filled with hope, love, joy and a sense of destiny. 

            Did I mention that today is our big day?  Oh, but of course, you’re probably wondering about all those people, all those people who were around Jesus, all those synagogue church-going people who were bustling around Jesus, pushing Him this way and that, touching His hands, His hair, His arms, His side, His clothes…and then there was my little aunt Ruth…my unclean little aunt Ruth…who only touched the hem of His garment…what was the difference?

            How is it that people can go to synagogue all their lives and never really touch Him?  How is it that people can “say and do all the right religious things” and yet never really touch Him?  How is it that people can join this church or that church and yet never really touch Him?  How is it?  How can it be?  How is it that the scribes and Pharisees knew the Scriptures forwards and backwards and yet most of them never came to know Him?  How is it that people can learn Bible verses and yet never know the One whom these verses speak of?

            How can this be?  All those people touching Jesus…yet really only one person touching Jesus…my aunt Ruth.

            Did I mention this is my big day?  It’s also my aunt Ruth’s big day.  Did I mention this?

            It’s about time now.  I’ve got an appointment in a few minutes, an appointment much like the appointment on that grimy dusty road in Galilee 31 years ago.  You see my aunt and I continued to follow Jesus, to know Him and to love Him…and 4 years ago we moved here, to Rome, to help establish a fellowship of believers of both Jews and Gentiles.  And today is our big day…

            Aunt Ruth and I were arrested 3 weeks ago by Nero’s soldiers for being followers of Jesus Christ and we’ve been sentenced to die today…our big day…an even bigger day than that day 31 years ago…for today is our graduation day…today we’ll go to be with Him forever.

            O don’t be sorry for us, no please don’t.  After all, we are all going to die…and death is a part of life…the question of course is…when that day does come…will you have touched Him…and will He have touched you…?

           

           

                       

 

Touching Jesus - Part One

Background: Mark 5:21 - 34. 

THE SETTING – A PRISON CELL IN ROME, 64 A.D.

 

            Oh…hi…good morning.  Didn’t see you there…kinda daydreaming.  Not really daydreaming per se, more like recollecting…remembering. 

            What are you in here for?  Quite the group of you.  Have you already been to trial or are you awaiting an appearance before the Roman magistrate?

            Oh…sorry…I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Nathan ben Eleazar…a Jew from Capernaum in Galilee.  Today’s my big day…and I was just recollecting about another big day…that day 31 years ago…long before Nero was emperor…31 years ago…on that crowd-laden dusty road between Capernaum and Chorazin.

            I was with my Aunt Ruth that day, my poor aunt Ruth…at least I thought of her as my poor aunt Ruth before that day…but not after.

            Ruth is my mother’s sister…as a matter of fact she’s in a cell just down this corridor…but that’s another matter…of course this is her big day too…this is a big day for both of us…but back to that dust-filled choking road…

            My Mom died when I was three years old of something I think you call influenza.  Shortly after that my father was killed by robbers as he was transporting bundles of linen and wool from Jerusalem down to Jericho.  That left me an orphan at almost 4 years old.  I have vague memories of my parents, shadows if you will…aunt Ruth has done her best to keep the memories alive…and in fact to give me many more as she tells me about my parents and their young lives before their untimely deaths.

            Aunt Ruth took me into her home and raised me like her own son.  Did I mention that Ruth is a widow?  Her husband also died young in a shipping accident…leaving her a childless widow. So she was a widow without children and I was a child without parents…and she took me in…and loved me and raised me.

            Then, when I was 16 years old, Aunt Ruth got sick.  At first I didn’t notice much about the sickness.  Her skin began to pale, her energy decline…at the end of each workday – aunt Ruth made her living by dyeing linen and wool for weavers and tailors – she was exhausted.  She began going to bed earlier than usual…her smile wasn’t as quick to show as in the past…I knew something was wrong but didn’t know what…

            When I began to question her about her health she’d put me off by saying, “Oh, it’s nothing.  It will be better soon.”  But it didn’t…it didn’t get better.  In fact it got a good deal worse.  There were days when she couldn’t work all day…and an occasional day when she had to stay home.

            I kept after her to see a physician, but again she’d put me off by saying, “Oh, it will get better.”

            Now we weren’t rich by any stretch of the imagination, but we weren’t poor…at least in the beginning of her sickness.  In fact our life was somewhat comfortable.  The business of dyeing linen and wool isn’t a bad living as long as you meet your quotas with the tailors and weavers.  I had learned the trade from aunt Ruth and we were doing pretty well financially.

            One afternoon as I was sitting with the young men of the town sipping wine…it was our afternoon break from work…little Joseph ben Levi ran up to me yelling, “Ruth has fallen ill, Ruth has fallen ill, come quickly!!!”

            Aunt Ruth had fainted, passed out, in our little dye shop, hit her head on one of the dye soaking bins and was unconscious and bleeding from her head.  We got her home, put her to bed, and called a physician.

            After examining her, the physician left her sleeping area in our little home and came into the living room, he told me that Ruth was awake and that her head wound was only superficial…but then he told me that she was weak from loss of blood…loss of blood not from the head wound, but loss of blood due to something he called “a condition peculiar to the female sex,” and that he could do nothing to help her.

            Our lives changed that day…

            My heart was broken and filled with fear for my aunt Ruth.  I had lost my father and mother and now there was the threat of losing my precious aunt.  I embarked on a mission to find a physician who could cure her illness.

            The weeks, months and years that followed are somewhat of a blur…a collage of work, physicians, dwindling money, anxiety, fear, more work, more physicians, less and less money, hopelessness, despair.

            Ruth worked some days…seldom all day…struggling with me to keep our bills paid and our business running…but I insisted on spending whatever need be on a cure.  And so I contacted physician after physician in our area…and they…they virtually all came…and examined Ruth…and took our money…and said…they all said…that Aunt Ruth had, “a condition peculiar to the female sex,” and that there was nothing they could do.

            Year after year went by…and I saw my brave aunt’s health continue to deteriorate.  She was stubborn and determined, and loving and tender…but sheer willpower could only help her get from day-to-day, it could not heal her.

            Early in the twelfth year of her affliction I determined to make one last attempt to fine someone who could cure her.  Our business was struggling, for at this point Ruth could hardly work 3 or 4 hours a day, and while I was working and doing the best I could…our money was going to doctors and I couldn’t afford to pay someone to assist me in the business…I was falling behind in our contracts and was losing customers.

            At any rate…I had heard of the wonderful physicians there were in Egypt…and I heard that one of their esteemed physicians had come to Chorazin to set up practice.  I thought that surely this was our opportunity…perhaps our last opportunity…for a cure.  I knew it would be expensive, it might take all we had…but we had to try…we just had to try.

            Oh, I know what you’re thinking…you’re wondering how we, as Jews, could possibly go to an unclean Egyptian doctor.  Well, it’s not as if the doctor was the only one who was unclean…for please remember…that because my aunt Ruth had this perpetual bleeding due to “a condition peculiar to the female sex”…that my aunt Ruth was unclean as well…and that since I lived with my aunt, and touched her in my care for her…that I was also unclean.

            Yes, for twelve years she…that is we…even since that day when she fainted in our workshop and that first physician had diagnosed her…ever since then…we had been unclean…she because of her condition and me because of my association with her.

            We could not go into other peoples’ homes, they could not come into ours, we could not touch others…we could not even go to the synagogue on the Sabbath…we were unclean…my aunt Ruth and I, Nathan ben Eleazar…were unclean.  I could touch her and she could touch me…but no one else would touch us.  Twelve years without being touched by other people…twelve long isolated years.

            And so, in the twelfth year of her sickness, of her being in “a condition peculiar to the female sex”…in that year…we took the last money we had…down to our last penny…and went to Chorazin to see the Egyptian doctor. 

When I had made an initial trip to first consult with him he gave me hope, he indicated that he had cured many female conditions, that he had prescriptions for cures of all kinds and that surely he could help my aunt Ruth…and so we took our last bit of money, money that we had been hoarding…and we went.

            While Ruth was in the examining room I prayed to the God of my fathers, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, in my heart I called out to Him for mercy, mercy on my aunt Ruth…and I tried to believe, I tried to believe that He would finally heal my poor poor aunt.

            And then the door opened and my aunt Ruth and the Egyptian doctor came out…and I head these words from the doctor, “Your aunt has a condition peculiar to the female sex and I do not have a cure for it.”

            Putting my arm around my aunt I led her out of the office for the long walk home.  No money, a failing business, little food in the pantry, broken hearts…and no hope.

to be continued...

            

Seeing the Invisible (6)

Below is a note I sent a friend this morning, this is what "seeing the invisible" looks like in my life and marriage. I'm reminded of Hebrews 11:27, Mose endured as seeing Him who is invisible. 

In thinking about our conversation yesterday…

 

Paul writes that we are to endure hardship as good soldiers of Jesus Christ (2 Timothy 2:3). I suppose this is the way I was raised in Christ, raised to lose my life for Him and others (Mark 8:34 – 38). Not that I’ve always lived this way, but it is the way I was taught. In addition to Watchman Nee’s Normal Christian Life, I think I may have given you Andrew Murray’s Abide in Christ, and I think I gave you Discipleship on the Edge by Darrell W. Johnson. None of these books are focused on “me, myself, and I,” they are all centered on the Christ of the Cross and the Cross of Christ.

 

While I don’t think of having a particular life verse, if I had to choose one it might be Galatians 2:20, and a life passage would be Mark 8:34 – 38. When I was in the Army (and I imagine it was the same for you in the Navy), we never began our days with a group hug and our sergeants asking us how our feelings were that day. We were there to serve, to obey, to function as a team – we were on mission.

 

So with us…we are here to worship God, build one another up in Christ, and go to the world with the Gospel – the stool has three legs.

 

Our greatest temptation, perhaps, is to avoid the Cross. Friends do not let friends avoid the Cross. Friends do not counsel friends to escape the Cross. Peter insisted that Jesus not go to the Cross and Jesus said, “Get behind me Satan! You are a stumbling block to Me; for you are not setting our mind on the things of God, but man” (Matthew 16:23).

 

I was never taught, nor have I thought, that God was interested in making me a better version of myself, He is interested in bringing me to the end of myself and transforming me into the image of Jesus Christ as a new creation in Him (Rom. 8:29; Gal. 2:20; 6:14; Col. 3:1 – 4).

 

While Vickie and I realize that there is emotional and psychological trauma and stress associated with what we have experienced – we do not deny that for a moment – we also realize that we must look to Jesus to walk with us through this. No doubt He uses others to walk with us – Paul and his friends “despaired even of life” (2 Cor. 1:8) but they also saw God working in them for the blessing of others (2 Cor. 1:4, 9).

 

In addition, we both know that we are closer to leaving this pilgrimage today than we were yesterday – and we are living in the light of that knowledge; we will be in the Holy Presence of Jesus sooner rather than later – we are in the portal that transitions us from this life into the glorious Life to Come in Christ and with the saints.

 

Around 1999 I was visiting a friend, Dan Smick, in the hospital in Boston. Dan was married with two young sons, both under 7 years old. Dan’s liver was failing as a result of cancer treatments and he was hoping for a liver transplant – in essence Dan was dying, he would go to be with Christ in a few months. Dan was the director of the Marketplace Network in Boston, a ministry similar to Needle’s Eye in Richmond.

 

As I entered the hospital room Dan was asleep, so I sat down in a chair next to his bed and was quiet. When he awoke and saw me he smiled and said, “O Bob, I’m glad you’re here. I was just thinking about some ways to share Jesus with others. Let me talk to you about them.”

 

I will never forget this. Dan was dying, sure there was still hope for healing, but it was slim. Dan had a wife and two young sons, and he loved them deeply. Dan could have been feeling sorry for himself on many levels, but instead he was thinking of how to share Jesus with others.

 

When we face hardships, when we face pressure and pain, the question should not be, “How can I get out of this?” It should be, “How does Jesus want to reveal Himself to me through this? How can I share Jesus with others through this? How is God using this to transform me into the image of His Son?”

 

I really can’t imagine living any other way.

 

Just some thoughts…

 

Bob

Seeing the Invisible (5)

 

 

“We look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal” (2 Cor. 4:18).

 

“For God, who said, “Light shall shine out of darkness,” is the One who has shone in our hearts to give the Light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ” (2 Cor. 4:6).

 

Returning to 2 Corinthians 4:6 (see second reflection in this series), when Paul sees creation, he sees through and beyond creation to God. Creation becomes a sacramental experience in that through creation God comes to Paul and Paul comes to God.

 

“That which is know about God is evident within them, for God made it evident to them. For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understand by the things that are made, so that they are without excuse” (Romans 1:19 – 20).

 

As we have considered, when Paul read Genesis Chapter One he saw through the account of physical creation into the invisible, and seeing the invisible he saw the New Creation in Christ Jesus, he saw God shining in the darkness of our hearts to bring the light of the knowledge of His glory in Jesus Christ.

 

In Romans, we read that if we knew how to “see” creation, a vision which has been robbed from us (at least in the West), we would see not only the power of God but also His Divine Nature, or as some translations have it – the Godhead. Paul writes that these things are clearly seen. We can hardly say that today, whether we are speaking of the world or the professing church.

 

It is not the norm for us in the West to deeply see and understand God when pondering creation. Many of us see creation as something to be dominated, used, and exploited, and many of us simply don’t care about creation unless it affects us financially. This is not the same as seeing a Creator in creation, this is about us gaining understanding about the very Nature of God as we ponder and experience Creation.

 

An irony of this is that while there is a segment of the professing church that insists on the world being created in six 24-hour days, that this segment does not typically teach us to see in and beyond Creation to the Divine Nature, it does not connect Creation with experiencing God, it does not connect Creation with having an deep internal knowledge of God. Paul writes, “That which is known about God is evident within them.”

 

To believe that God created everything in six 24-hour days, without also seeing the Nature of God in and through Creation, without also knowing the One who shines in our hearts, without becoming New Creations in Jesus Christ, means nothing. It may, in fact, be dangerous. It may be dangerous because it may lead us believe we are something when we are nothing, and it can certainly be dangerous for others to think that believing in a certain Creator is akin to knowing the Trinity, that it is the equivalent of a relationship with God.

 

This is much the same as when some folks place emphasis on the historicity of Noah’s Ark. Believing that the account of Noah’s Ark is historical, whatever you think the scope was, means little or nothing if we do not know Jesus as our Ark, if we are not bringing others into the Ark of Jesus Christ.

 

If we have not encountered Jesus Christ and have come to know Him, if we are not New Creations in Him, it doesn’t matter how often we’ve had an “ark encounter,” for we are still seeing things that are visible. The things that are seen are temporal, including Noah’s Ark, including the present form of creation, there is a deeper reality – beyond the veil – for us to see and in which we are called to live in Christ.

 

I may convince the world that there was a real Noah’s Ark and a real Flood, but if I have not convinced the world that Jesus is the only Ark that matters, and that they must seek refuge and life in Him, then I have convinced people of nothing of eternal consequence.

 

Psalm 19 portrays the complementary witness of Creation and the Word, Creation came through the Word and the Word is revealed through Creation. In verses 1 – 6 we see Creation speaking, in verses 7 – 11 we see the Word, in verses 12 – 14 we see our response.

 

“The heavens are telling of the glory of God; and their expanse is declaring the work of His hands. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night reveals knowledge” (vv. 1- 2). In other words, there is a continuous manifestation of the glory of God in creation. However, most of us are not oriented to Creation, we see the natural world as something to be consumed, not as something of which we are stewards. Hence, as we kill Creation we kill ourselves, our children, our grandchildren. What we have is never enough, we must always have more, we must always consume; and if we consume one another and consume the planet – so be it. We have gone mad.  

 

Last year as I read through Psalms, I noted every psalm that referred to Creation. This included the heavens, the sky, trees, animals, the oceans; it was comprehensive. While I may have missed something, I found that 115 psalms, out of 150, incorporated Creation in their prayers and songs to God. If we were to remove all references to Creation from Psalms, Psalms as we know it would cease to exist.  This is how central Creation was to our fathers and mothers who walked with God – this is how central Creation has been to the saints who have centered their worship in Psalms through the ages.

 

In and through Creation those who have come before us saw God. In and through Creation prior generations have come to God and have known God coming to them. While there is most certainly an experiential element to this, that is, we experience God, there are also elements of wisdom and the knowledge of God, hence Paul’s statement in Romans 1:20 that we can know the “invisible attributes” and “eternal power and divine nature” of God through Creation.

 

No doubt there are regions of the world where men and women and young people continue to see and know God through His Creation, but we in the West have sealed ourselves off from this precious communion and knowledge. We have erected an iron dome over our collective consciousness, we have hung (ironically) an iron curtain over our minds and raised multiple generations in this darkness – and this very much includes the professing church.

 

Paul looked at Creation and saw the invisible, he saw that which is eternal.

 

What do we see?