I sent out an email this morning to a few of my friends letting them know that I was in a tough place. That I couldn’t track God in this story.
Here’s what they replied:
“God is faithful based on his character. He is tracking u
whether u can track him or not.”
Yours is pastoral work in the “furnace of affliction.” Wounds are a prerequisite for effective pastoral service. (I answered this one by saying I was applying for a job in a department store.)
And then this:
Here is a verse from John Piper’s poem (yes he writes poetry too!) on Ruth.
The only things. Grampa , that she
Could see? Just grief? It seems to me
That God was doing more.” ” Indeed
He was. But, david, sometimes creed
Can’t keep up with the speed of pain
And has to make the meaning plain
When suffering slows down. Do you
Know what I mean?”” I think it’s too
Complex, grandpa” ” I mean that what
Naomi knew of God was not
Rejected when she wept her way
Back home to Bethlehem. The day
Would come when tortoise faith would catch
The bounding hare of pain and match
His power, not his pace, and win.
Judge not from how the two begin.
With friends like these…