Why Bother?

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I consider the brokenness of the world and I think, “Why bother?”

I look at the corruption all around me and I cry, “Why bother?”

I wonder at my inability to live with my neighbour and I ask, “Why bother?”

I face my war with sin inside and outside, and I ponder, “Why bother?”

I look at the problems of the culture around me and I lament, “Why bother?”

I scan my world, broken by disease and misuse, and in sadness I say, “Why bother?”

I consider the statistics of violence and abuse and I think, “Why bother?”

I am assaulted with the reality of endless wars between nations, and overwhelmed say, “Why bother?”

I am defeated by temptation’s power and cry, “Why bother?”

I ponder how good is called bad and bad good, and in frustration say, “Why bother?”

I search for hope like a parched man for water but end up thinking, “Why bother?”

I look to myself and see weakness and want, and in grief say, “Why bother?”

Perhaps I should live for leisure and comfort and give into “Why bother?”

Maybe I should exist for the hear and now, and forgetting forever say, “Why bother?”

I am tempted to live for power and control, and for greater things say, “Why bother?”

Perhaps personal pleasure in the here and now is what it’s all about; “Why bother?”

But in exhaustion I look up and not around and I say, “Why bother?”

Why bother?

Because You are and You are good.

Why bother?

Because You dispense goodness and grace.

Why bother?

Because You bring life out of death.

Why bother?

Because You have a plan and it will be done.

Why bother?

Because I have been welcomed into Your Kingdom of Life.

Why bother?

Because I am always with You.

It is true that my eyes don’t always see and my heart isn’t always confident.

It is true that darkness overwhelms me and fear leaves me weak.

But You come near.

You remind me once again that I can be confident because You were unwilling to say, “Why bother?”

 

Paul David Tripp, A Shelter in the Time of Storm, meditations of God and trouble (using Psalm 27), p. 139

The poem above comes out from verse 13.

Take Courage Saints

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William Cowper (1731-1800)

Once upon a time, in an English church pastored by the hymn writer John Newton (Amazing Grace), sat a parishioner of his called William Cowper, another man of extraordinary poetry and hymn writing ability, which considering his bouts of severe debilitating depression and breakdown is all the more remarkable.

One day he wrote Light Shining Out of Darkness, and the words read like a prayer but I think can be sung to the tune of Amazing Grace.  Try it I think it works…. or maybe it works best if you wear a wig like his too…..

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines,
With never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

Amen to that.