My apologies to the poor soul whose post set me on this rant. You’re a perfectly normal human being, and I appreciate the fact that there are people who have normal lives. Unfortunately, I’m not one of those people. I just have issues, and this is one of them. =)
I have no use in this world for routine. It’s the very thing that sucks the life out of every moment we draw breath. It’s the siren song of the world, the ‘sour grape’ that we accept in lieu of the life God made us for – a life of adventure and discovery, where the Spirit directs our every step, and the only routine is abiding in Christ, where we experience constant change as we experience more of Him. ‘Routine’ seems to be the excuse most people use for a thoughtless, secure and ultimately numb existence. Whenever I start to settle into any routine, warnings sound off inside me. I am so prone to become content and apathetic, even in the most simple elements of life, work, and relationships! My life has always lacked form, consistency, routine, even the basic element of home. Most of my life I spent hating that fact so much that I didn’t notice that God was using all of that to give me a broader perspective than I ever would have gained otherwise. Now that I’m starting to mature, the desire for a home, a routine, and a structured American life is starting to set in more rapidly, but alongside it a call from God to surrender that to Him. To confess that I am a stranger and a pilgrim, and in a very concrete sense I do not seek to be at home in this world. I’ve really been getting into Hebrews again lately, specially this part:
8By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place which he should after receive for an inheritance, obeyed; and he went out, not knowing whither he went.
9By faith he sojourned in the land of promise, as in a strange country, dwelling in tabernacles with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise:
10For he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God.
11Through faith also Sara herself received strength to conceive seed, and was delivered of a child when she was past age, because she judged him faithful who had promised.
12Therefore sprang there even of one, and him as good as dead, so many as the stars of the sky in multitude, and as the sand which is by the sea shore innumerable.
13These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.
14For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country.
15And truly, if they had been mindful of that country from whence they came out, they might have had opportunity to have returned.
16But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
That’s what I’m after. The chapter goes on to describe my heroes… Those who wandered, destitute and afflicted in sheepskins and goatskins, whose lives would seem to be wasted were it not for the added line, “…of whom the world was not worthy…”. By God’s grace that’s who I want to be. Let me wander, destitute, afflicted, a fool for Christ. I have no greater desire of God but that some day I might join that number “of whom the world was not worthy.” Even my Lord was a stranger among men. A man of sorrows, and aquainted with grief. No, misery does not equal righteousness. But the faith that kind of life requires, does. Someday I will have my rest, my home. But it’s not here. Peace, rest, and home are found in Christ alone. Scott Krippayne sings this old song I used to listen to as a kid. Awesome description of peace in Christ.
Sometimes He calms the storm
With a whispered peace be still
He can settle any sea
But it doesn’t mean He will
Sometimes He holds us close
And lets the wind and waves go wild
Sometimes He calms the storm
And other times He calms His child
Peace in Christ is found in the midst of the Battle. Rest in Christ is found carrying his easy yoke and light burden. Freedom in Christ is found as his slave. Home in Christ is admitting you’re a stranger and a pilgrim. Routine in Christ is constantly abiding in his ever new presence and ever growing purpose. Life in Christ is death, and life again. Lose everything to gain something better. This is the perfect mystery of life in Christ, in the wonder of which I can only echo Paul’s cry,
O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out! For who hath known the mind of the Lord? or who hath been his counsellor? Or who hath first given to him, and it shall be recompensed unto him again? For of him, and through him, and to him, are all things: to whom be glory for ever. Amen.