I Thirst

Grace hasn’t really compelled me much lately or in a very long time.  Its not Grace’s fault, or, I suppose technically by Decree, it is.

Thus says the Lord:  “The people who survived the sword found grace in the wilderness; when Israel sought for rest, the Lord appeared to him from far away.  I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you.  Jer. 31:2-3

It always turns out to be Grace all along, doesn’t it?  Grace Who leads us into the wilderness, through the valley of the shadow of death where like the power of the Dementors in Harry Potter, all joy and happiness is sucked out of us.  And it is Grace Who leads us beside still waters where our souls are restored.  And it is Grace Who always leads us Home.  Oh to Grace how great a debtor.

 Jesus answered him, “If anyone loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him.”  John 14:23

But you have not known him. I know him. If I were to say that I do not know him, I would be a liar like you, but I do know him and I keep his word.  John 8:55

I have not “kept His Word” as the oxygen my muscles require for strength nor the lenses I need for sight nor the nourishment I need for health nor the qualification for His homestead with me.  Yet it was for this qualification that Jesus lived on the earth, doing what Adam failed to do – keep His Word, so that it would be kept in me and I could be kept in Him.  Grace.

And Grace does lead His Beloved on extra long desert journeys, in order to know tangibly and beyond luxury how very thirsty I am for Living Water.  My cracked lips, swollen tongue, dry throat and dehydrated body understand better now what Jesus means by “apart from Me, you can do nothing.”  That foreskin cut off does in deed shrivel up and die because no body part can continue to exist when severed from the Body.

As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God.  Psalm 42:1-2

“Let that Grace now like a fetter bind my wandering heart to Thee.” – Robert Robinson