The Tell

"Let your face shine that we may be saved” (Psalm 3,7,18).

Faces are us. A frown, a grimace, a sullen look, a warm smile, crinkled eyes—reveal how we feel about others. Our faces are our "tell."

I remember my father's face: It was hard to read. He was a kind man, but stoic and self-contained. As a child, I often searched his face, looking for a smile, or some other show of affection. 

It's good to look away from our fears and search our Heavenly Father's face now and then, though it too is not always easy to read. The best way to see God’s face is to look at the Cross—His "tell" (John 3:16). Good Friday is God's face writ large! 

So know this: When your Father looks at you, he has a humongous smile on His face. You're very safe!

As, hungering for his father's face and eyes, 

The child throws wide the door, back to the wall,

I run to Thee, the refuge from poor lies. —George MacDonald

David Roper

Straight to the Father's Knee

"Oh give thanks to the LORD, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever!" (Psalm 107:1)

This poem revolves around four human predicaments: "Some wandered in desert wastes" (4); "Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death" (13); "Some were fools through their sinful ways " (17); "Some went down to the sea in ships" [and encountered gut-wrenching storms] (23). 

Loneliness, depression, guilt, anxiety. The answer in each case is the same: “They cried out to the LORD..." (6,13,19,28). 

Prayer is the spontaneous, irrepressible, and sometimes inarticulate, cry of a heart under duress. "God, help me!" is our primal prayer.

When our troubles overwhelm us, when our resources fail us, when our hearts are broken, "the natural thing is straight to the Father's knee" (George MacDonald). There we are given what no other person, place or thing can deliver: God’s relentless love (107:1,8,15,21,31,43).

David Roper
2/19/16

Metamorphosis

“Miss Oldcastle told me once that she could not take her eyes off a butterfly that was flitting about in the church all the time I was speaking of the resurrection of the dead. I told the people that in Greek there was one word for the soul and for a butterfly—psyche; The butterfly is the type in nature, and made to the end, amongst other ends, of being such a type--of the resurrection of the human body.” —George MacDonald

Butterflies begin as caterpillars, though some would insist that they begin as butterflies, evoking the ancient enigma of the chicken and the egg.  Generally, however, we think first of the caterpillar, those homely, creepy—crawly, earth-bound worms with which little boys tease and torment little girls. How can these paragons of unsightliness—caterpillars that is; not little boys—become objects of winged, luminous splendor?

Paul writes, “Our citizenship is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body that it may be conformed to His glorious body, according to the working by which He is able even to subdue all things to Himself (Philippians 3:20,21).

We too, like caterpillars, must enter into death, for our timeworn bodies cannot in any other way experience that redemption of the body for which our redeemed spirits sigh. “Death exists for the sake of the resurrection,” George MacDonald said. “What you sow does not come to life unless it dies...” (1 Corinthians 15:36).

So through death and only through death, can a new being emerge. It rises from the ruins of the old, bearing not one of the marks and stains of the former life, but bearing "the image of the heavenly Man!" (1 Corinthians 15:49). We rise made far better, transformed and conformed to the likeness of God's own Son. John, who was the soul of simplicity, put it this way: "We shall be like Him" (1 John 3:2).

Then shall this groveling worm

         find his wings, and soar as fast and free;

As his transfigured Lord with lightning form

         and snowy vest—such grace He made for thee.

David Roper