On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide,
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o’er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.

– John Milton, “On His Blindness” via Streams in the Desert
(emphasis mine)

Reconciling My Heart-book (Part 3): A Light in the Dark Night

This is the third post in my 4-part series on the heart.

“…that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death; in order that I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.” -Paul, A Letter to the Philippians (3:7-11)

Although my usual patterns of Scripture reading, prayer, singing, reading, and journaling still left me wanting, I kept at them. These were the only means I knew how to seek the Lord, and I knew I needed Him. I later felt compelled to read Celebration of Discipline by Richard Foster, which I had read years ago, but it seemed like something I needed now. I see now that God was graciously leading me even when I didn’t see it too clearly.

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