Reclined in a worn-out heap Wrestling with the me that needs to flee To find the fullness of Life…
I hear the Spirit’s voice Urging me on Do not grow weary in doing good Do not let your heart be troubled
Tear-stained eyes look up and out Do you see what I see, Lord?
Surely He is the God who sees. Surely my sullen cries are known.
But I ask anyway To hear the answer that escapes In the pains of the moment
Lest you grow weary and fainthearted… Consider Him. The author and perfecter of your faith Who for the joy set before Him Endured the cross, despising the shame And is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.
This wretched moment has been repurposed As I fix my gaze and focus my thoughts On Him.
Prince of Peace. King of Kings. Lord of Lords. The Suffering Servant. The Son of God.
Hosanna, the people cried, as He rode in on a donkey. Crucify Him, they shouted, as He was led to the cross.
As I wrestle with my own obstinate insufficiencies and crumble under the weight of seemingly uncalled-for plights, freedom is found in consideration of Him who died so I might live.
He’s more than the lovely children’s church narrations. For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things! Death could not hold Him, alive forevermore. Reigning. Glorious.
Full of grace and truth. The Light of the World. Who knew no sin yet took on the full weight of the sin of the world For our sake. Our Hope. Our Victory.
And arise! The race is not over yet. Patient endurance is the call. The Holy Spirit’s power—perfected in our weakness—is our portion. And the joy of the Lord is our strength.
Who considered the Cross a joy…
What a mighty God we serve!
Since we have the same spirit of faith according to what has been written, “I believed, and so I spoke,” we also believe, and so we also speak, knowing that he who raised the Lord Jesus will raise us also with Jesus and bring us with you into his presence.
For it is all for your sake, so that as grace extends to more and more people it may increase thanksgiving, to the glory of God.
So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.
For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen.
For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.
- 2 Corinthians 4:13-18 ESV