“But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: To the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years is as one day. The Lord is not slow in doing what he promised—the way some people understand slowness. But God is being patient with you. He does not want anyone to be lost, but he wants all people to change their hearts and lives.” (1 Pet 3:8-9)
The world’s just gone insane these past few days.
I paced up and down the corridor, whizzed the floor with the vacuum cleaner the umpteenth time, hoping if I could spot-clean with towels and mop-perfect with vinegar, i could somehow clean up the mess of this world, somehow control the leak in my own heart.
And when the sentencing finally fell today for one of the world’s most-renowned church leaders, and how it’s gonna be 8 long jail years over the misappropriation of some multi-million dollar funds, i felt the sharp pang of defeat, and the deadening roar of the devil’s laughter, his victory chanting over our world turned bad.
My tongue’s tied and my stomach knotted, but this song reverberated in my heart. “Jesus at the centre…”, I can hear it in my ears, my quivering lips slowly finding their words.
I went to the window and closed and opened the shutters. I wonder if I shut light out enough on these Venetian blinds, would I be able to prevent darkness from enveloping this broad daylight, this summer day.
I closed, I opened these blinders again. Closing my eyes, I felt the thousands of dust particles flying about in the air. Though I’ve memorised these domestic repetitions so many times, I am well aware of what still, is not under my control. I looked away. Can I control this home from not being messed? And in a world that is dark and dull, what hope is there for light and freedom? When my tongue is tied and parched, what reason is there for my heart to praise?
My eyes reverted to these images of the children’s crafts. I smiled as i remember the making of them. Sometimes the way to wade through the uncertainties of the future is to remember God’s faithfulness in the past.
Isn’t it true? It’s in studying our history, that we get to where we are. It’s in the making of our past story that we gain a position for our future. History gives perspectives. His-story provides elevations. Is it no wonder then that the Word talks about remembering as an act of spiritual discipline? That the best way to keep our spirit up is to let our mind and heart remember?
Paul painstakingly wrote this second letter to help our honest minds remember, to think about the words spoken and to remember the commands given. Because it is in remembering how God came through for us in our past that we can assuredly and confidently build a life of faith for our future.
The light come streaming through the blinders. I can now feel its warmth on the bare of my skin. Summer is coming. The heat of it drying spring’s vapour away, melting the coldness of my own heart.
I seized the silence, paused and worshipped with the song. Here in this moment, there is no dissonance of time. In His presence, our soul and spirit are made alive, our pain truly healed, our suffering given a new perspective.
Is this what so many speed-users are looking for? This high, this rush, this adrenaline, this dancing of depression away…? For i well know now, that this rest real and deep, are only found when spirit and soul praise God alive.
I nodded, soft singly so I could hear it again – making Jesus the supreme centre of it all happens when I displace trust on self from being in the centre of it all.
Because…this life is not about us. It is in making Jesus the centre that I learn to give Him His rightful place, and place my self in my proper place.
Because… this worship is truly meant for us. Since it is in the acknowledging of God’s faithfulness that my soul is brought to confession of His able hand, His competent acts, His forever faithfulness…
Because worship is ultimately about God, for God and to God. It is in making Jesus the centre, and in seeing this God-Man dripping in bloody holy love, that a new reference point for our life is birthed. It is on this cross that I find salvation for a world’s gone bust and church leaders gone wrong and my own daily quotas of disastrous dramas, and I find hope…
Because, as the Word says…“ in the last days, people will laugh at you. They will live doing the evil things they want to do. They will say, “Jesus promised to come again. Where is he? Our fathers have died, but the world continues the way it has been since it was made. But they do not want to remember what happened long ago…
…But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: To the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years is as one day. The Lord is not slow in doing what he promised—the way some people understand slowness. But God is being patient with you. He does not want anyone to be lost, but he wants all people to change their hearts and lives.”
What is the way to bring this remembrance to our minds? Putting Jesus at the centre. Remembering Christ our Crossbeam.
Because the truth is, making Jesus the centre of it all isn’t about the music, not about the performance,not about the style, but about us – the worshipper, being made alive and transformed after having magnified the Maker, the Creator, the God above all…
I kept remembering my sister smiling giddy seeing my children at play. She was enthralled, lost in the music of little giggles melodious to her own soul.
This then, I will remember. When the world’s gone mad, and when my own heart is failing, Jesus is still at the centre. Worshipping Him is letting myself fall in love, again and again and again, with the God who is truly capable, who is rewriting our story with the chants of His victory.
I opened the blinds back on, one more time. This time, I allowed the light of it to come shining right through it all..