Have you listened in the council of God?
And do you limit wisdom to yourself?
Not even in my wildest dreams, could I have ever conceived of, let alone worked out over thousands of years (obviously), the AMAZING scheme of events that is so clearly laid bare before me in my open Bible. As I read, I try to remember that it wasn’t all that clear all at once.
In God’s Script I find, unquestionably imperfect people (not unlike myself), making humiliating mistakes (like I do), alternately flailing one moment and soaring the next. God chose to make something out of nothing.
“So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but ONLY GOD who makes things grow.”
Turning to one of the scenes near the beginning, I look on as Jacob blesses his sons. He says to one of his particularly troublesome offspring,
“The scepter scepter shall not depart from Judah… and to him shall be the obedience of the peoples.”
Mysterious underlying plots keep me glued to the book. I trace the lines of the Playwright’s pen, I watch, I read, I wonder. Sometimes I get lost in the drama, but God knows who He’s using… messy people like, Judah and Tamar and Rahab. Various others like, Ruth, David, and the wife of Uriah… and countless extras who didn’t even make the credits.
People like me.
As I read ever on in Luke 2, I’m jostled awake by good news of great joy!
The ONE to whom that scepter and the obedience of nations belongs is finally come? … God’s salvation!
But, wait! A baby? An inheritor of a motley human lineage, lying in a manger, because there was no room?
… He was only God.
I like Mary, treasure these things in my heart. If Mary pondered, how much more I who have not seen, but have only heard? Captivating, winsome, mysterious ways.
God, only You…
thought it all out before the beginning began.
do all things best.
ALONE are God, and I marvel at Your ways.
Only You can…
wash me of my worldliness.
grow me to play the part you’ve written for me.
remind me to treasure Your doings.
teach me how to build for eternity.
Oh please relish, as we glorify and praise You for all the things we have seen and heard.
We want to grow old awaiting Your Promise,
or better yet…
Come quickly, Lord Jesus, I pray.