All men are like grass
And all their glory is like
The flowers of the field;
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
But the Word of the LORD stands forever.
– 1 Peter 1:24-25
I’ve been thinking about authority and honor. I so appreciate the good men in my life, including my man, who continue to point back the One worthy. The gospel. The Most High God.
I’m grateful for our pastor who points us to the cross week after week.
I’m grateful for the generation before us and the ones before them. My seniors kill me. Today one of them brought me her leftover Meals on Wheels zipper bags because she didn’t want them to go to waste. And I chatted briefly with the coffee guys at their table discussing all the complications of the homeless situation. They know things aren’t black and white, cut and dried. They realize there is complexity. But they know the answer is to keep pursuing it.
I’ve also been thinking about pedestals. I am pretty sure I’ve hurt some folks that I’ve put on a pedestal because I assumed they wouldn’t have time for me or were too important. That’s sad.
But the reverse is true too. I don’t want on a pedestal, either. I will fall off. Spectacularly. Guar.an.teed.
We weren’t made to be worshipped. We can’t handle that pressure. And we don’t deserve it.
There is no one righteous, not even one;
There is no one who understands,
No one who seeks God.
All have turned away,
They have together become worthless;
There is no one righteous,
Not even one.
Romans 3:10-12
John wept and wept because no one was found worthy who could open the scroll. (Revelation 5:4)
No one knows the future, either. Only the One Who Was, and Is, and Is To Come knows what’s to come.
But as Voddie said in 2001 at destiNations:
“My purposes are bigger than you. But I have a plan that includes you.”
Oh, thank the good goodness it’s not about us. But we get to be included.
And – in spite of everything – we can press on:
Not that I have already obtained all this or have already been made perfect…But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. (Phil. 3:12a & 13b-14)
The phrase “new thing” has been swirling. So I appreciated when I opened the Holy Scriptures this morning that new song was underlined. I included that excerpt and the Isaiah one today.
Then I saw a Lamb, looking as if it had been slain, standing in the center of the throne, encircled by the four living creatures and the elders.
He had seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven spirits of God sent out into all the earth.
He came and took the scroll from the right hand of him who sat on the throne. And when he had taken it, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb.
Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.
And they sang a new song:
“You are worthy to take the scroll
And to open its seals,
Because you were slain,
and with your blood you
Purchased men for God
From every tribe and language
And people and nation.
You have made them to be a
Kingdom and priests to
Serve our God,
And they will reign on the earth.”
Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. They encircled the throne and the living creatures and the elders.
In a loud voice they sang:
“Worthy is the Lamb who was slain,
To receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength
And honor and glory and praise!”
Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea and all that is in them singing,
“To him who sits on the throne
And to the Lamb
Be praise and honor and glory and power
For ever and ever!”
The four living creatures said, “Amen,” and the elders fell down and worshipped.
– Revelation 5:6-14
Forget the former things;
Do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up;
Do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the desert
And streams in the wasteland.
– Isaiah 43:18-19
Praise You, Savior.
All You ever do is change the old for new.