What a treat it was for me.
Last week, Michael Card performed a concert in Paignton, on his only stop in the South West. Michael is for me, as I know he is for so many others, a shaper and discipler in the Christian faith.
Meeting Michael Card
Sleep as Trust
I offer the poem below that I have stumbled across recently, not as one who finds sleep easy but one who doesn’t. That means, given the poem’s content, I struggled to wrestle with the starkness of some of the comments.
I think the point is true to all poetry, that we do not get lost in specific detail but we catch the wave, the ebb and flow, feeling the rhythm and beat of the poetry. That way we insomniacs will not lose any more unneccessary sleep.
“I don’t like the man who doesn’t sleep, says God.
Sleep is the friend of man.
Sleep is the friend of God.
Sleep is perhaps the most beautiful thing I have created, and I myself rested on the seventh day.
He whose heart is pure, sleeps, and he who sleeps has a pure heart.
That is the great secret of being as indefatigable as a child, of having that strength in legs that a child has.
Those new legs, those new souls,
And to begin afresh every morning, ever new,
Like young hope, fresh hope.
But they tell me that there are men
Who work well and sleep badly.
Who don’t sleep. What a lack of confidence in me.
I pity them. I have it against them. A little, they don’t trust me.
Like the child who innocently lies in her mothers arms, thus they do not lie
Innocently in the arms of my Providence.
They have the courage to work. They haven’t enough virtue to be idle.
To stretch out. To rest. To sleep.
Poor people, they don’t know what is good.
They look after their business very well during the day.
But they haven’t enough confidence in me to let me look after it during the night.
As if I wasn’t capable of looking after it during one night.
He who doesn’t sleep is unfaithful to hope.
And it is the greatest infidelity.”
Charles Peguy in Basic Verities, p.209-11
A painting by Hannah Dunnet entitled ‘Trust in God’
We don’t do grace too well
We are in a bind are we not? I mean, a church is a community of mixed people, at every conceivable stage of life and experience, but together never-the-les. The bind though, is that we are in this community as individuals gathered to love and serve the Lord and each other – and by-and-large, we want to do that, yet not without the occasional burp of dysfunction.
It would be fair I think, to take the hit on the proverbial chin, that the church is where one finds more hypocrites than anywhere else on the planet. I know I am a hypocrite and I’m the minister! But that is also the very reason why I am a Christian. I am a sinner, I do sinful things, I think sinful things, I desire sinful things. But thanks be to God there is a cure for sin, and that is salvation, a Christ-won salvation!
Salvation of sinners, hypocrites, liars, murderers, God-deniers, and the like, is God’s direct and effective self-revelation….in Christ….always and only in Christ……that opens the eyes of sinners, that they see him as a loving Father who has invited them into the joy and fellowship of His own self, the God-head of Father, Son and Holy Spirit. And this should, I say should, set us free.
Most of the time, for many people, we respond to grace as we respond to a generous gift from a friend, “Oh you shouldn’t have.” We take the gift and immediately the plotting starts on how we are to pay the person back for their gift. That’s because we don’t do grace too well at all. And this then leads to a fruit, a product, a worldview, a consequence of thinking about grace wrongly: we become workers, doers, activists, organised, efficient. In theological language we become nomians, law makers and law keepers and often law-seekers, the more laws the more po-faced we become, and the more po-faced the more righteous and religious -right? It’s as if the whole book of Galatians was written for us, and we simply deflect verses such as 5:1 as being for others, them…out there….and certainly not us!!
When there is a law, what need of grace? Grace language becomes a part of our religious discourse for sure, but its power, its truth, its vitality is simply not grasped. Oh how we must nod sagely as we read in Ephesians 2 “…by grace you have been saved…” but inwardly shudder, maybe even mumbling something about the book of James balancing out all this nonsense about grace language with a works language. After all, isn’t activism, busyness, practical-ness a contemporary virtue of our present day? Now a works language we get, “Tell me what to do?” It’s all a bit mixed up. We don’t know what to do with Jesus’ own words about works: “The work of God is this: believe the One He has sent…” (John 6:29).
When we truly do get this kind of work, believing the God-man Jesus Christ, the Son of the Father, the Word of God with skin on, the eternally begotten, the One who holds the universe in the palm of His hands and sustains it with the word of His power, this Jesus, is the One who offers salvation by grace to wayward sinners. How on earth can that salvation offered by such a God ever be skewed to the degree that we think we’ve got to add to it or earn more favour (like what? What could we possibly add to that?). Jesus died for you. Your sins curse has been trumped and trashed by God’s salvation cure! “Oh you shouldn’t have! For me….really…..Oh I must pay you back….”
I’d like to end with a personal account from the 17th century of what I’m trying to say. It’s about 1653 and a man named Humphrey Mills, who believed Christ – but under law, until one day he heard the sweet gospel preaching of the great Puritan Richard Sibbes. Humphrey writes,
“I was for three years together wounded for sins, and under a sense of my corruptions, which were many; and I followed sermons, pursuing the means, and was constant in duties and doing; looking for Heaven that way. And then I was so precise with outward formalities, that I censured all to be reprobates, that wore their hair anything long, and not short above their ears; or that wore great ruffs, and gorgets, or fashions, and follies. But yet I was distracted in my mind, wounded in conscience, and wept often and bitterly, and prayed earnestly, but yet had no comfort, till I heard that sweet saint….Dr Sibbes, by whose means and ministry I was brought to peace and joy in my spirit. His sweet soul melting gospel sermons won my heart and refreshed me much, for by him I saw and had much of God and was confident in Christ, and could overlook the world….and my heart held firm and resolved and my desires all heaven-ward.”
That’s what salvation does because salvation is from Jesus, the Saviour of the world.
