Well this is the last night. But even as I write that I think to myself,
last night of what? This is the beauty of Christianity-there are no lasts.
There is leaving behind, there is letting go, but it is always for the infinite
joy of what is ahead-the far better thing-Christ himself. I press on to know
the lord, Paul says. Not that I have already attained this but I press forward
to make Him my own because He has made me His own. I read in Job this morning
that God gives and takes away. Who are we to receive good from him and not
evil? But actually God gives us Himself. He has made us his own. We fully
possess him and he fully possesses us through Christ who had the right to
divine sonship. Now we are sons and daughters. So God giving and taking away is
completely abolished. God gave. Everything. He gave everything in Christ once
and for all. And though he gives and takes from us everything else, we now are
one with the One from whom all blessings flow. So what do I have to say at the
final evening of such a rich and full journey? All I can do is point to the
Crucified One. He is far better than any other thing. Upon him was laid my
iniquity. My iniquity EVEN in this trip of serving-my sin is ever before me. It
is clear that all good from this is His. But he is never just the indifferent
or pitying bearer of our transgressions-he loves us. He really, really loves
us. What I have learned is so how deep and fierce his love is for me. How full
it is. How passionate it is. For the fullness of who I am-all my pride, all my
quirks, all my joy, all my mannerisms, all my ugliness and all my beauty. All
my thoughts and all my actions. In Tonia’s words, He is not ashamed to call me
His own. Perhaps that’s the message of the trip-
He is not ashamed to call me His own.
To discuss something as small as
my role in the lives of people in Eastern Europe is my natural inclination but
I know that the far more miraculous thing, the ONLY thing I can boast in is
Jesus Christ and Him crucified and resurrected.
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