“I don’t have peace” may be four of the most frustrating, painful, and beautiful words you can say in the context of discerning God’s will for your life.
Let us behold as much of you as we
May bear with eyes still tethered to this age,
And purify our vision till we see
You in the printed ink upon the page.
Let us see past the threats and throes of life,
Past ev’ry disappointment, ev’ry loss.
Let us see sov’reignty midst earthly strife
And find our comfort in the crimson cross.
And let us lay before you our dismay,
Discouragement, and disillusionment.
And let us ponder worthily and pray
And work out our salvation and repent.
Let trembling be our lot through joys and tears,
For true fear swallows up all lesser fears.
What draws people to fear?
Behold the beast king, the once man who was
Once full of reason, robed in royal hues,
Wretched and ragged now, soaked by the dews
Of seven seasons. Behold him who does
Not remember the ways of his fathers,
Driven to dwell with the beasts at the word
Of him who rules over human and bird,
Over kingdoms and rulers and bothers.
Behold the beast king, his reason restored,
More human now than e’er he was. He sees
That he is but a steward of decrees,
Humbly admitting he cannot afford
With all his wealth the cost of arrogance.
The king learned his own need for reverence.
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You might know the story.
James left us with some frightening thoughts.