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Articles In This Series:
- Paul
- Being and Calling
- The Gospel of God
- The Holy Scriptures
- A Long Waiting
- True Beyond Measure
- Gospel Borders
- A Power Not Our Own
- A Communion of Saints
- Rooted
- Trees Walking
- A Debtor
- Unashamed of the Gospel
- Righteousness Comes from God
- Comes the Mystery
- A Stirring of Wonder
- A Deepening Dark
- Life His Love Has Made
- Learning Him – Living Him
- Love’s Resonance
- A Story Without Corners
- Sometimes We Breathe Unheeding
- Things Are as They Are
- That Day
- That Unblinking Eye
- Beware the Leaven
- The Oracles of God
- The Faithfulness of God
- Our Redeemer Lives!
- Under Sin
- That Every Mouth May be Stopped
- But Now …
- In Christ Alone
- Glorious Grace
- The Mercy Seat
- Perspective
- Through Faith
- No Boasting
- No Distinctions
- The Stranger
- Famine
- Abundance
- Living for the Long Haul
- Count the Stars
- A One-Sided Covenant
- The Offspring of Human Initiative
- Keeping Covenant
- Rumors of Angels
- Pure Gift
- The Accounting
- True Faith
- Being Justified … We Have …
- The Press
- Love Beyond Degree
- Reasoning From Faith
- Through One Man
- A New Life and a New Land
- Learning to Love on Our Knees
- Made to Grow Together
- The Vine Life
- The Power of Obedience
- Living Into Being
- Sin Can’t Tell You How to Live
August 31, 2008
Taken From: Romans 2:6-11
Illustration by Grace Ellen Schiel
It comes, that day we never
thought would come; a numb thunder
proclaims the startling brevity
of things, a divide opens;
wrath and mercy
tribulation and peace
damnation and glory.
Works reveal something of who I am,
condemn or confirm my being.
I believe and interrupt my belief
with doubt. I doubt and interrupt
my doubt with belief – wholly
unknown, except the Son – the
unknowable made known. Blessedness
soaks the ground and its
wintering seeds, ready
to loosen whatever is bound
to a sort of grandeur.
Sense comes into my skull like a light;
my heart cries, “Lord, I believe;
help my unbelief!” I be.
I want to love you only for being.
thought would come; a numb thunder
proclaims the startling brevity
of things, a divide opens;
wrath and mercy
tribulation and peace
damnation and glory.
Works reveal something of who I am,
condemn or confirm my being.
I believe and interrupt my belief
with doubt. I doubt and interrupt
my doubt with belief – wholly
unknown, except the Son – the
unknowable made known. Blessedness
soaks the ground and its
wintering seeds, ready
to loosen whatever is bound
to a sort of grandeur.
Sense comes into my skull like a light;
my heart cries, “Lord, I believe;
help my unbelief!” I be.
I want to love you only for being.
DAS
