“Thank you God for this day and help us have a good day, and bless everyone who's sick, and Jesus? Please come back soon, even today!”
Jesus come back today please? What kind of a prayer is that? Sure, we day “Thy Kingdom Come” and “Come Lord Jesus” now and then, but when you put it like that... I'm not so sure. It sounds almost. . . threatening.
Why? What is threatened? Well, my plans. My pet sins. My comfort in life in THIS world, how it is right now. My sense of control.
Ha, control. Why in the world do I even have such a sense?
What evidence is there in my life, or in yours, for us to assume that we have control over ANYthing that matters, really?
A sense of control, of trust in my own hands, this is something God should threaten, and ultimately, destroy. There is no hope in my hands, only in His.
Come Lord Jesus, come quickly, even today.
Thy kingdom come, the church cries... kind of.
What if you heard the trumpet now? What would you run and hide under your mattress? What would you try and finally get done “real quick?” What would you repent of, real quick, for real this time?
What if God gave us one month's heads up that He was coming- how then would we live? What if we knew our time is short?
And why don't we know it already?
Our time is short! Security is not to be found in this place!
We are forced to face this when our comfort is shattered- when loved ones get sick or die, when tragedy strikes. Those things that destroy our illusions of control, our comfort in this world, have the effect of adjusting our perspective.
It's painful, this adjusting.
But it is also God's good work in us.
Let it happen, friend; let it happen, self.
All men our 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 forever.
Isaiah (40) describes mankind as grass, nations as a drop in the bucket, as dust. You are called a grasshopper, a tiny speck under an all powerful God. We are small, indeed.
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God's Word shouts to us of our smallness, our sin, or desperate need for redemption.
And God's Word also redeems.
Come, ye who are small, to God; your rock, your gentle shepherd. Seek comfort and security where it may be found!
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak (Isaiah 40:28-29)
He gives forgiveness to the sinner,
bread of life to the hungry,
peace to the troubled,
freedom to the captive.
That which you seek is not in yourself, nor is it in the comforts of this world.
See those things crumble, and be adjusted.
Fix your eyes on Jesus, author and perfecter of our faith.
Even youths grow tired and weary
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength,
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint. (Isaiah 40:30-31)
Lift up your heart to the Lord,
this advent season, and join the saints in waiting with repentant expectation for our Lord's coming.
Come Lord Jesus, come quickly. Amen.