Sunday, April 27, 2008

On Trusting God


What does it mean to fully trust God?
I don't know.
Here's what I do know.
After 7 months, three weeks and two days of pursuing my own desires, plan and ideals; I am finally beginning to realize what one aspect of trusting God looks like.
As I have fought with my own emotions and desires in this one pursuit, I have told God again and again, "I know what I'm doing." In the end it took the words of a man much wiser than I, who has authority over the situation, and a friend who saw the look in my eyes, to tell me to let God handle it. All that to say, I'm slowly learning that God is in control of my life, and that I need to stop worrying about the future. Planning, yes. Worrying and obsessing about it? No. Which brings me to the topic of today's post.

The Sovereignty of God in the Lives of His Children
I believe that God has a plan for my life. As I have been contemplating the future, I have been overwhelmed with the Love of God. Romans 8 pictures the love of God, both in saving us and protecting us from harm.
Romans 8:26-35a
Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.
And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers.
And those whom he predestined he also called, and those whom he called he also justified, and those whom he justified he also glorified.
What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?
He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things?
Who shall bring any charge against God's elect? It is God who justifies.
Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us.
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
There are three things about this passage that specifically stand out to me.
First, the Spirit of God knows what we need and want, even when we can not express it fully. He listens to us, and intercedes with us to God. And it is comforting to know that God not only knows what I want and need, but is also working for my benefit within his will.
Second, for those God has called out, he specifically works for our good. Even as God has chosen us, he has called us. He has individually spoken into the lives of people, and called them to himself. And as he has called us, he then justified us at the cross, so that we who he called could return into the original fellowship between God and man. And then, having justified his people by his blood, this God takes the time to make us holy over time. God is invested in my life.
Last, I love the language of verses 33-35. That we can take comfort in being in the Love of God, because of the work of Christ on the cross. Because, God loved this world so much, that he sent down in his son, to die on a cross, to rise, and then to make intercession before God the father for us, his children. My comfort in times of trial comes in the cross. That Christ would die, rise and intercede for me, is the ultimate demostration of God's love for me.

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The Vision?

The vision is Jesus: obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? They are an army.
And they are free from materialism. They laugh at the markets.
They hardly care! They wear clothes like costumes:
to show and to tell, but never to hide.
They know the meaning of the Matrix; the way the West was won.
They are mobile like the wind; they belong to the nations.
They need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free, yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.

What is the vision?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults break and cry.
It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that they might win, one day
the great "Well done" of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards
and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground.

And the army is disciplined.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrades at arms.
The tattoo on their backs boasts "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain."
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their eyes.
Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them?
Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And this generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond
talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears
Waiting. Watching: 24 - 7 - 365.
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules.
Shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide.
Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs,
laughing at labels, fasting essentials.

The advertisers cannot mold them.
Hollywood cannot hold them.
Peer-pressure is powerless
to shake their resolve
Material clothes matter not
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives,
swap seats with the man on death row;
guilty as hell.
A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears,
with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God
and live as if it all depends on them.


Their words make demons scream in shopping malls.
Don't you hear them coming?
Here come the frightened and forgotten, with fire in their eyes.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground.