Tell me true and glorious things this Christmas Eve, Jonathan Edwards:
Therefore as God with perfect clearness, fullness and strength, understands Himself, views His own essence (in which there is no distinction of substance and act but which is wholly substance and wholly act), that idea which God hath of Himself is absolutely Himself. This representation of the Divine nature and essence is the Divine nature and essence again: so that by God’s thinking of the Deity must certainly be generated. Hereby there is another person begotten, there is another Infinite Eternal Almighty and most holy and the same God, the very same Divine nature.
This verse made me cry this morning:
All the kings of the earth shall give you thanks, O LORD, for they have heard the words of your mouth, (Psalm 138:4 ESV)
Psalm 138 is a psalm about thanking God with your whole heart. That feeling of heart-fullness that you experience when deep gratitude overwhelms you – that feeling is one of my favorite feelings in the world.
And this morning, I cried when I read verse 4 because it isn’t crazy to me. I totally get why kings would feel their hearts full to the brim with gratitude because of the gracious gift of God letting them hear the words of His mouth. And that is crazy.
Part of the impetus for spiritual bootcamp was “no more excuses.”
The thing about great gifts like the Bible is that it’s easy to take them for granted. You get so used to them you feel no urgent need to exploit them. They become paper weights on your night stand. You assume they will be there waiting for you when you finally hit a season that magically offers both the time and the inclination to dive deeper than you ever have.
What kind of God are you?
That question has been tossed heavenward more times then I can count. It’s deeply knitted into the heartbeat of my faith; always pulsing, constant and steady, in the weeping and the wonder.
I breathed it out in worship on December 6th last year. Knowing that you are worthy, and knowing that your worth is beyond comprehension, so in awe of all you had done and all you were doing I sang that question heavenward: what kind of God are you?