So often, I find myself falling into a pattern of life which can be aptly termed 'fine', getting along 'okay', when there is nothing special to report, and in those periods I'd describe my relationship with God as just 'fine' too. But it's been dawning on me recently just what a huge cop-out that really is! What I characterise as 'okay' or 'fine', should probably be more accurately described as dry or even stale. When I tell myself my relationship with God is "just fine", I usually only think this because I have lost sight of what a relationship with God really means. And one thing that is guaranteed to bring it all back to me (at least as much as my young mind can take...!), is to take a good long look at the Trinity: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. And to learn to delight in Him once more. I love that even something I have known for pretty much all of my life, has (and I hope will always have) the power to delight me as though I had never heard it before.
Spending a lot of time this year studying a theology course set out by UCCF has brought me into regular contact with the speaker and author Mike Reeves. I think the first time I heard him speak, his delight in God sounded to me a bit OTT. Not that I'd ever have said you could be too delighted in God, I'm just a champion of good old British reserve, and so there's something in me that takes a step back from enthusiasm, no matter what the object of that enthusiasm is; or so I'd tell myself... Reeves is brilliant at teaching the Trinity, or maybe it's that the Trinity is so wonderful that Reeves' teaching shines so much! Because actually, really getting that God isn't a lonely one person God, but is Father, Son and Spirit, eternally loving each other, makes all the difference in the world to pretty much all areas of life, and brings a joy that beats British reserve every time!
That we have a God who is Father, who longs for us to call him Father, to accept his freely given love, to join with the Son as part of his family, brothers and sisters of Christ Jesus - what delight! (I've reflected on this amazing Fatherly love in another post http://kyterose.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/overwhelming-love-of-father.html) If we forget that God is our Father, and that he reaches out to us through his Son and Spirit to make us his children, then we lose so much, and our faith becomes only a way of saying that we think God is the best bet for a good/eternal life, ultimately a quest after our own gain with our only attitude towards God being gratitude, not love. But God is Father, Son and Spirit, and the way he has made for us to relate to him is by that same framework. We are made his sons, through the death and resurrection of the only-begotten Son, and are given his love through the power of the Spirit poured out in our lives from Christ our head. So we love him, as children love their Father, because that is what we now are. And our relationship is far, far deeper and richer than simple gratitude.
One small taste of this... On a team day the other week, as part of a day discussing the clarity of Scripture we were thinking through the fact that God is a practised speaker: the Son is the Father's eternal Word and speaking is part of the eternal fellowship of the Trinity. As we were discussing this it occurred to me that if God is an eternal speaker, then he is also an eternal listener. The Father, Son and Spirit have always been 'listening' to each other, doesn't that make prayer all the more appealing?! Do we ever worry that God isn't listening? Well yes, because so often we paint God in our own image, and we're not that great at listening. But God isn't made in our image (Thank you Father!) we are made in His, we can listen (even if we're not always that great at it), because he is the Listener. God is the best listener ever, and we can be certain of that, because he's always been listening, in the eternal fellowship of the Trinity. So we pray because that is what we have been called to, a relationship, where God speaks and listens perfectly, and we are learning how to.
I think this is why I really love the Trinity, because the way God relates to us now is not new, it's not something he has specially devised; no, it's a overflow of the way the Father, Son and Spirit have always related. What He already does perfectly as Father, Son and Spirit, he is teaching us to do by living and working in us. It's the very nature of God to communicate and relate and LOVE. Every 'action' of God, is somehow a part of God himself. God loves us by giving us himself when he sends the Son and Spirit to bring us into relationship with the Father. He speaks to us by his Word, the eternal Son of God. He transforms us by the Spirit. God comes to us as Son and Spirit so that we could be in that relationship with Him, the most intimate relationship, the most joyful relationship.
If the Trinity is an ocean then I am barely paddling along the shore, yet the more I do so, the deeper I am drawn, and God longs to teach me to swim.
Sunday 6 May 2012
Thursday 9 February 2012
the beauty of quiet
I have just walked home through the snow, and it struck me as I was walking just how beautiful the world is when it's blanketed in white. Maybe I'm struck by it, because the way I walk home is not pretty - a couple of fairly nondescript streets of terraces, a dirt track between high hedges, a (usually muddy) path through some bushes and then along the main road, which is only a stones throw from the continual rumble of the A1. On a normal day I'm far more likely to notice the rubbish, or the fact that a lot of the bushes are either dead or dying; but not today. Today everything was beautiful.
The moment I really noticed it was turning off the main road onto the "path through the bushes". It was dark so the two lamps on the path were on, casting a golden glow down the dark path, and as I walked along I was surrounded by snowy trees, the glow of the lamps and the gentle crunch of my boots on the snow. The sounds of a snowy night just add to the beauty, because when it's snowy it's not just the ground which is blanketed, but noises are too. The whole world seems to be sleeping, and we have the joy of wandering quietly through it, not disturbing, just watching and wondering. A little bit like Lucy when she first steps into Narnia.
And it wasn't just the world which was quiet, but I was quiet too. The wonder I felt was like a whisper, the joy a gentle ripple, a space of quiet in the midst of the storm. The world can't always be covered in snow, noises hushed, harsh realities hidden from sight, but God gives us these times; times to remember that in the midst of the noise of the world, he can always be heard when we enter the quiet of his presence, listening for the still, small voice.
Wednesday 8 February 2012
the overwhelming love of the Father
One of the most striking pictures that Jesus gives us of what God is like as Father, is in the parable of the prodigal Son (Luke 15:11-32). Though many talks on this passage will focus on the antics of the younger Son, it is actually the Father himself who is the real star of the show - and he has two sons. I would imagine that all of us can relate in some way to both of the sons; there are times when we make a mess of our lives and feel utterly unworthy of God's love, and there are also times when actually we think we're very deserving indeed, thank you very much. And perhaps its the latter instances that we are less willing to admit to. Whichever of the sons we can identify with most easily, the Father is always the same and so always relates to us in the same way.
The love that the Father has for both his children is clear. When the younger son returns the Father sees him "while he was still a long way off"; he's been watching out for him, longing for him to return. It reminds me of when I was younger and expecting a friend to come round to play. I'd be running to the window at the sound of every car, even if we weren't expecting them for another half an hour. And if I felt like that at the prospect of a friend coming for a couple of hours, when I already saw them everyday in school, how much more would God long for his returning, precious, child; watching ceaselessly for the time when he could welcome him home. Then as soon as the son appears on the horizon the Father is running towards him, a very undignified display of perfect Love. Of course as a child there are always times when your parent's display of love for you is just, well, embarrassing. Perhaps this is a little how the younger son feels here, heightened by the fact that he thinks he is so unworthy of his Father's love, and so he makes a feeble protest against this display of affection "Don't be ridiculous Dad, I don't deserve your love". Of course he doesn't! But he is in desperate need of it. And the Father gives his love freely, fulfilling the need and then some. Welcoming his son back with a great feast, a lavish display of the Father's love for his child.
And that's the whole point isn't it? God doesn't love us because we deserve it. He loves us because we're his children and we need his Love. Psalm 103:13-14 puts it like this "As a father shows overwhelming love* to his children, so the LORD shows overwhelming love* to those who fear him. For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust." The Father loves us so much, because he knows our state, our brokenness, our helplessness.
It's this last point that the eldest son just doesn't understand. I think our initial reaction on reading about the eldest son is to sympathise with him. He's been there all the time, serving obediently, yet the rebellious younger son gets a feast when he returns in disgrace?? How unfair is that! But the thing the eldest son is bothered about is the special celebration, as though the party is a payment for his endeavours "I have done all this for you and yet you never let me have a party!" The Father's response highlights what the elder son hasn't realised, "Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours". I would imagine the elder son would be highly embarrassed at any undignified display of affection from his Father, because that isn't what he really wants. He has always been safe in the Father's love and in his care, and he is the rightful heir of all that the Father has, yet he is feeling hard done by. We are left wondering whether the Father's entreaty is effective, we do not know if the eldest son ever enters the party, or if he remains outside, too wrapped up in what he thinks he's missing out on. Either way, the Father's love for both his sons is clear, and is most fully expressed in his presence with them and his generosity towards them. He wants them to know his Love; the younger son through a restoration to favour far beyond anything he could have hoped for; and the elder son through realising how he already has everything that the Father could possibly give him and he too is invited to join the feast.
We have a wonderful God, and I hope I never stop rejoicing that, through Christ, we have the right to call him Father. Adopted as his children, God's grace is freely offered to us. I hope we are never too embarrassed to accept, that the one thing we really need is the eager, undignified Love of our heavenly Father.
The love that the Father has for both his children is clear. When the younger son returns the Father sees him "while he was still a long way off"; he's been watching out for him, longing for him to return. It reminds me of when I was younger and expecting a friend to come round to play. I'd be running to the window at the sound of every car, even if we weren't expecting them for another half an hour. And if I felt like that at the prospect of a friend coming for a couple of hours, when I already saw them everyday in school, how much more would God long for his returning, precious, child; watching ceaselessly for the time when he could welcome him home. Then as soon as the son appears on the horizon the Father is running towards him, a very undignified display of perfect Love. Of course as a child there are always times when your parent's display of love for you is just, well, embarrassing. Perhaps this is a little how the younger son feels here, heightened by the fact that he thinks he is so unworthy of his Father's love, and so he makes a feeble protest against this display of affection "Don't be ridiculous Dad, I don't deserve your love". Of course he doesn't! But he is in desperate need of it. And the Father gives his love freely, fulfilling the need and then some. Welcoming his son back with a great feast, a lavish display of the Father's love for his child.
And that's the whole point isn't it? God doesn't love us because we deserve it. He loves us because we're his children and we need his Love. Psalm 103:13-14 puts it like this "As a father shows overwhelming love* to his children, so the LORD shows overwhelming love* to those who fear him. For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust." The Father loves us so much, because he knows our state, our brokenness, our helplessness.
It's this last point that the eldest son just doesn't understand. I think our initial reaction on reading about the eldest son is to sympathise with him. He's been there all the time, serving obediently, yet the rebellious younger son gets a feast when he returns in disgrace?? How unfair is that! But the thing the eldest son is bothered about is the special celebration, as though the party is a payment for his endeavours "I have done all this for you and yet you never let me have a party!" The Father's response highlights what the elder son hasn't realised, "Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours". I would imagine the elder son would be highly embarrassed at any undignified display of affection from his Father, because that isn't what he really wants. He has always been safe in the Father's love and in his care, and he is the rightful heir of all that the Father has, yet he is feeling hard done by. We are left wondering whether the Father's entreaty is effective, we do not know if the eldest son ever enters the party, or if he remains outside, too wrapped up in what he thinks he's missing out on. Either way, the Father's love for both his sons is clear, and is most fully expressed in his presence with them and his generosity towards them. He wants them to know his Love; the younger son through a restoration to favour far beyond anything he could have hoped for; and the elder son through realising how he already has everything that the Father could possibly give him and he too is invited to join the feast.
We have a wonderful God, and I hope I never stop rejoicing that, through Christ, we have the right to call him Father. Adopted as his children, God's grace is freely offered to us. I hope we are never too embarrassed to accept, that the one thing we really need is the eager, undignified Love of our heavenly Father.
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