Before you knew God, God knew you

Just discovered this book, Run with the Horses (Eugene H. Peterson).  Wow.  You’re going to be reading some selections from it these next few posts.   If you’re someone who battles with a bad father image.  Here’s some ammunition.

Before Jeremiah knew God, God knew Jeremiah: “Before I shaped you in the womb, I knew all about you.”  This turns everything we ever thought about God around.  We think that God is an object about which we have questions.  We are curious about God.  We make inquiries about God.  We read books about God.  We get into late-night bull sessions about God.  We drop into church from time to time to see what is going on with God.  We indulge in an occasional sunset or symphony to cultivate a feeling of reverence about God.

But that is not the reality of our lives with God.  Long before we ever got around to asking questions about God, God had been questioning us.  Long before we got interested in the subject of God, God subjected us to the most intensive and searching knowledge.  Before it ever crossed our minds that God might be important, God singled us out as important.  Before we were formed in the womb, God knew us.  We are known before we know.

This realization has a practical result: no longer do we run here and there, panicked and anxious, searching for the answers to life.  Our lives are not puzzles to be figured out.  Rather, we come to God, who knows us and reveals to us the truth of our lives.  The fundamental mistake is to begin with ourselves and not God.  God is the center from which all life develops.

“Spun-gold”

Sr. Dorcee:

A Sunday-poem . . .

Originally posted on Witnesses to Hope:

A Sunday-poem by Amy Carmichael:

                 Spun-gold

We cannot bring Thee praise like golden noon-light
  Shining on earth's green floor;
Our song is more like silver of the moon-light,
  But we adore.

We cannot bring Thee, O Belovèd, ever,
  Pure song of woodland bird;
And yet we know the song of Thy least lover
  In love is heard.

O blessèd be the love that nothing spurneth;
  We sing, Love doth enfold
Our little song in love; our silver turneth
  To fine spun-gold.

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My creaturehood

For the days and times when we so experience our woundedness and faults and wonder how God can still love us:

God likes me covered with my creaturehood
and with my limits spread across His face.
He likes to see me lifting to His eyes
even the wretchedness that dropped His grace.

~Jessica Powers (from “Creature of God”)

The right purpose for pressure

“It doesn’t matter really how great the pressure is; it only matters where the pressure lies.  See that it never comes between you and the Lord–then, the greater the pressure, the more it presses you to His breast.”  (Hudson Taylor)

Every word he utters

It is good to give thanks to the Lord
to make music to your name, O Most High,

to proclaim your love in the morning
and your truth in the watches of the night. (Ps 94)

“His love is his loyalty to the covenant, and his truth is his absolute faithfulness.  Every word he utters is to be trusted.” (John Brook)

Repeat after me: “Every word he utters is to be trusted.”  Think about what he has said to you in the past, what word of Scripture has deeply moved your heart as you read it.  “Every word he utters is to be trusted.”