I wake to consider the things of the Living God’s Holy Son. No matter where I look among the things of God’s Holy wisdom, I find no fault. Yet why should this amaze me?
To the things of man I look, and I find no righteous faithfulness. And isn’t this the cause of my amazement?
Consistency abides in the Living God, toward life and all things good. Consistency abides in the camp of Man’s horror, toward rebellion and all things wicked.
What has God done but we should despise him so? What has Man accomplished that we should revere him in fear?
How is it that the people who call themselves Christians suppress the beauty of the One who offers them life; those who give God praise in secret yet seal their mouth when they walk among the dead.
“I have riches”, they say. The faithfulness of God in his promise is that sure, yes. But don’t the rocks along the Way of Glory also have the blessing of God to lay unmolested? There they are lay, prepared to do his will. And surely if the people had not given praise to the Living God’s Holy Son, the rocks themselves would have cried out the words. Are we no better than rocks strewn along the path of life? Are we like rocks which adorn a valley of death, fruitless and simply a nuisance ( dressings which mark the barren land).
“If God will touch us, we will serve him. If God will drive back the wicked we will speak and walk among them. If he will drive them back beyond a stone’s throw, we will proclaim the words of life. As long as there is no threat we will be brave. Yet if he will not cause the wicked to recede, we will continue to praise him in secret. I will leave the fearsome work to those who desire to die.” Is this what we say by our actions? Will not God protect those the march ahead in faith?
But clean yourself. Primp and prune your feathers. Lining every hair in its proper place. let every thread of clothing be presentable and immaculate. Let your life be dressed with all the things that cause Man to nod in appreciation. If you hide the Light of Christ, you are no different than the rocks along the Way.
Is it too much to ask?
Is it unjust to require us to join Jesus in his suffering?
Is the shame of righteousness too much to bear?
Is the Cross of Christ too heavy to share?
Then what can possibly be our lot?
When we appear before He by whose Blood we are bought?