I'm taking my cues for this post from two contemporary writers and one ancient tome. The contemporary voices are James R. A. Smith (professor at Wheaton College) and Timothy Keller (Pastor of Redeemer Presbyterian Church, NY). The ancient wisdom comes from Augustine (a 4th century Christian).
I look back at how I have become the kind of person I am today and know that the journey is not yet complete and that there have been serious missteps along the way, yet the product does look promising. Whatever progress there is in me has come about because through it all the One who is Love has relentlessly pursued me and turned my face gently toward his in all circumstances, lest I give myself to that which would destroy me.
Augustine believed and taught that all people seek happiness and they attach themselves to things they believe will make them happy. That attachment is experienced as love. The main human problem arises when we misidentify what will make us happy. This is what he would call the fact of sin. We either love what we ought not to love, or we fail to love what we we ought to love, or we love more what we should love less, or we love less what we should love more. For instance, if a business owner loves making money more than doing justice, she will exploit her workers or employees. If a man loves his career more than his children, his family relationships will break down.
Augustine knew from experience that the source of all misery is that we and those around us do not love God supremely. If we love anything at all in this world more than God, we will crush that object under the weight of our expectations and eventually break our own hearts.
Which brings me back to my experience. I have loved many unworthy things in my life and it has cost me. I still find myself attracted to that which doesn't deserve my devotion. The Apostle John categorizes these doomed love trysts as "desires of the flesh," "desires of the eyes," and "the pride of life." Pleasure, accumulation, and acclimation. To love any or all is to doom myself to eventual dismay and loneliness.
John's fellow Apostle Paul once testified, "I don't fool myself into thinking that I have already attained this, but I press on to take hold that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me."
Someone I deeply care about has told me that he can no longer believe that the God he grew up hearing about really exists. My mind went to all the things I have preached on to convince others of God's existence. But all I could do in that moment was to speak out of my experience. "All I can say is that I believe that the bottom line of the universe is that there is a God who loves us and wants us to know Him."
I confess that I have not resembled this God at times. I spent too long loving my work, my reputation, my pleasures, my privacy, and my resentments even as I preached and taught of Jesus. God's grace ameliorated much of the damage, but sadly, my mishapened soul failed to consistently reveal the true beauty and magnificence of the One whose image I bore and who I wanted to become more like.
I'm 58 now and I am grateful that God continues to woo and win. He faithfully gives taste after taste of Himself and I am learning at this late season that He alone is worthy. That the only love that lasts is for Him who is eternal. That not even death will interfere with this ever deepening relationship.
Augustine got it right seventeen centuries ago: "You have made us for yourself and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you."
I look back at how I have become the kind of person I am today and know that the journey is not yet complete and that there have been serious missteps along the way, yet the product does look promising. Whatever progress there is in me has come about because through it all the One who is Love has relentlessly pursued me and turned my face gently toward his in all circumstances, lest I give myself to that which would destroy me.
Augustine believed and taught that all people seek happiness and they attach themselves to things they believe will make them happy. That attachment is experienced as love. The main human problem arises when we misidentify what will make us happy. This is what he would call the fact of sin. We either love what we ought not to love, or we fail to love what we we ought to love, or we love more what we should love less, or we love less what we should love more. For instance, if a business owner loves making money more than doing justice, she will exploit her workers or employees. If a man loves his career more than his children, his family relationships will break down.
Augustine knew from experience that the source of all misery is that we and those around us do not love God supremely. If we love anything at all in this world more than God, we will crush that object under the weight of our expectations and eventually break our own hearts.
Which brings me back to my experience. I have loved many unworthy things in my life and it has cost me. I still find myself attracted to that which doesn't deserve my devotion. The Apostle John categorizes these doomed love trysts as "desires of the flesh," "desires of the eyes," and "the pride of life." Pleasure, accumulation, and acclimation. To love any or all is to doom myself to eventual dismay and loneliness.
John's fellow Apostle Paul once testified, "I don't fool myself into thinking that I have already attained this, but I press on to take hold that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me."
Someone I deeply care about has told me that he can no longer believe that the God he grew up hearing about really exists. My mind went to all the things I have preached on to convince others of God's existence. But all I could do in that moment was to speak out of my experience. "All I can say is that I believe that the bottom line of the universe is that there is a God who loves us and wants us to know Him."
I confess that I have not resembled this God at times. I spent too long loving my work, my reputation, my pleasures, my privacy, and my resentments even as I preached and taught of Jesus. God's grace ameliorated much of the damage, but sadly, my mishapened soul failed to consistently reveal the true beauty and magnificence of the One whose image I bore and who I wanted to become more like.
I'm 58 now and I am grateful that God continues to woo and win. He faithfully gives taste after taste of Himself and I am learning at this late season that He alone is worthy. That the only love that lasts is for Him who is eternal. That not even death will interfere with this ever deepening relationship.
Augustine got it right seventeen centuries ago: "You have made us for yourself and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you."
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