No man should judge a painting when he can only see the back of the canvas.
Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried,
Quietly, patiently, lovingly He replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the master said gently, “Child, you must wait.”
LORD, I need answers, I need to know why?
Is your hand shortened or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked and I’m claiming your WORD.
My future and all to which I can relate hangs in the balance,
And you tell me “Wait”?
I’m needing a yes, a go ahead sign or even a no to which I can resign.
And Lord, you’ve promised that if we believe
We need but to ask and we shall receive.
And Lord, I’ve been asking, and this is my cry,
“I’m weary of asking I need a reply.”
And quietly, softly I learned of my fate,
As my master replied once again, “You must wait.”
So I slumped in my chair defeated, and thought and grumbled to God,
And said, “So I’m waiting for what?”
He seemed then to kneel and His eyes met with mine,
And He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.
I could raise the dead and cause the mountains to run.
All you seek I could give and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint,
You would not know the power I give to the faint,
You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair,
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there,
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me,
When darkness and silence was all you could see.
You would never experience that fullness of love,
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save for a start,
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late in the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you ask of an infinite God,
Who makes what you have last.
And you never would know should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that “My grace is sufficient for thee.”
Yes, your dreams for that loved one o’er night could come true,
But the loss is you lost what I’m doing in you.
So be silent My child, and in time you will see,
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know me.
And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still “Wait!”
He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials He multiplies peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,
Our God ever yearns His resources to share;
Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;
The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.
His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.
He writes in characters to grand
For our short sight to understand;
We catch but broken strokes and try
To fathom all the mystery
Of withered hopes, of death, of life,
The endless war, the useless strife, -
But there, with larger, clearer sight,
We shall see this – He way was right.
Note, It is an evidence of a discontented, distrustful, unstable spirit, to be weary of the place in which God hath set us, and to be for leaving it immediately whenever we meet with any uneasiness or inconvenience in it. It is folly to think of escaping that cross which, being laid in our way, we ought to take up. It is our wisdom to make the best of that which is, for it is seldom that changing our place is mending it.
We may well imagine how busy Joshua and all the men of war were while they were passing over Jordan, when besides their own marching into an enemy’s country, and in the face of the enemy, which could not but occasion them many thoughts of hear, they had their wives, and children, and families, their cattle, and tents, and all their effects, bag and baggage, to convey by this strange and untrodden path, which we must suppose either very muddy or very stony, troublesome to the weak and frightful to the timorous, the descent to the bottom of the river and the ascent out of it steep, so that every man must needs have his head full of care and his hands full of business, and Joshua more than any of them. And yet, in the midst of all his hurry, care must be taken to perpetuate the memorial of this wonderous work of God, and this care might not be adjourned to a time of greater leisure. Note, How much soever we have to do of business for ourselves and our families, we must not neglect nor omit what we have to do for the glory of God and the serving of his honour, for that is our best business.
Whatever new condition God is by his providence bringing us into, we must beg of him to teach us the duty of it, and to enable us to do it, that we may do the work of the day in its day, of the place in its place.
Our blessed Saviour is our Goel; it is he that has a right to redeem. If we expect to receive benefit by him, let us closely adhere to him, and his fields, and his family; let us not go to the world and its fields for that which is to be had with him only, and which he has encouraged us to expect from him. Has the Lord dealt bountifully with us?
God wisely orders small events; and those that seem altogether contingent serve his own glory and the good of his people. Many a great affair is brought about by a little turn, which seemed fortuitous to us, but was directed by Providence with design.
The incredible truth was that at the very moment His Father seemed farthest from Him, He was in the center of His Father’s will. That is precisely what an understanding of the cross means. Only when one comes to the cross and sees both in it and beyond it can evil be put in perspective.
What emerges from all of these thoughts is that God conqueers not in spite of the dark mystery of evil, but through it.