Trust in God…

"The Growing Christian" - William E. Biederwolf
“The Growing Christian” – William E. Biederwolf

This little book by W.E.B. has travelled with me since high school. I love reading new descriptions of the gospel’s declaration of grace as a method to pleasing God. So often, I fell like I need to be better. What I need to be better at is sometimes told to me by society: health, physique, education, environmentalism. Sometimes, I feel like scripture is telling me to be better: don’t cling your money, but give without self-consideration, heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers. And, then a picture comes into my mind of a young tree, young enough to grow in a pot. And, I think, can this tree grow any taller if it wanted to badly enough? No, even if it could tremble it’s leaves with the effort. So, much of the Bible is God saying, “Look at me: I take care of you. Stop worrying. Stop telling me where the attacking army is and listen to me telling you where I am.” If only I would trust him. Out of grace comes rest, life, and growth. But, first he has to show us grace. Some, could come to him and ask for an ailment to be removed and they would know they were forgiven and held by Him, safe, in this life and the next. Not me. I would be healed and think I was healed so that I would go back to work, just able to work harder. Jesus said he came so “they might have life, and have it abundantly” John 10:10. I need something else if I’m going to treat God like a God and not like a tool I use to perform more productively. But, I don’t know what I need. So, I guess He’s got His work cut out for Him.

Me living at a state of rest and not at a state worry?

That would be a miracle.

“The Growing Christian”


Why start with worship?

There are times when we can’t feel His presence. Worship points our attention to Him. What we focus on maters to how we respond, emotionally and behaviorally, to circumstances. The Saints are distinguished by their response to circumstance, both tragic and traumatic, to submit that, while they weep in bitter anguish, there is hope. And, the word of God is like a nurse clinging to the weary hand of the wounded, testifying earnestly, “Recovery is real. Endure a little longer.” Ours is not a distance God. His presence is in Spirit, so that when He speaks he nourishes the soul with His breath. We could turn our face away because of the pain, angry at the injustice. But, if we want to endure with assurance of recovery in the long road ahead we will grow nearer to His Spirit and drink of life. Worship is breathing, drinking, and growing near. It is noticing the sun on a cloudless day and acknowledging the warmth. It doesn’t invoke the sun. The sun is there weather we want it there or not. On an overcast day we could accuse the sun of blinking out existence, but it wouldn’t be true. We just don’t feel the warmth. And, if we think the sun no longer exists because we lack it’s warmth that’s ignoring our intellect. That’s why we worship: to breath air that causes us to be strengthened. Trust in God grows slowly, but we can always start with worship and be introduced the God who loves us, each one.