John 14:12 Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father.
Do you know this old hymn? It’s been in my head for a couple of days already. Actually, this is a beautiful prayer. “Lord, be my vision”. In other words, show me where You want me to go. Show me where You want me to be. Tell me what I should say. Close my mouth when I should keep quiet. Lead me. Be Thou my vision. It’s powerful.
Our pastor said it very well last week. God doesn’t bless our plans. He blesses His plans that we are part of. Read it again. It’s revelation isn’t it.
We complain when things don’t work out, but we never asked God for guidance. We complain when our plans fail, but our plans didn’t include God. We complain about stress, fatigue and sickness but we are busy with things that God didn’t choose for us.
Maybe it is time to stop and reflect. What are we doing? Is it what God wants us to do? Are we still on the right track? If we do not live a fulfilled, blessed life, the answer is probably “no”.
We should be the fulfillment of Isaiah 40:30-31:
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
When last did you ask God for guidance? When last were you so desperate for His insight that you fasted, prayed and seeked Him with all your heart? When last?
Let this song inspire you to change. Today. Not tomorrow. Today.
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
Giving. Offerings. Tithes. At some or other stage in our lives, we all wrestle with these concepts. Should I give? How much should I give? To whom should I give? We wonder whether we should help the poor people we see begging every day. We wonder whether we should help the people who seem to be so successful but we know they don’t have food in their home. We wonder what the pastor will do with the tithe we pay to the church. We wonder what will be done with the offering we give on a Sunday. Money. The love of money. If not the love of money, then our fear to have no money. Money is one the biggest threats to faith.
Yesterday I had one of those moments where something in the Bible struck me so hard, I couldn’t believe that I have never seen it before. How could I have missed this? I have read through the Bible several times already – yet this piece of scripture never jumped out at me like it did yesterday.
Acts 10: 1-4
At Caesarea there was a man named Cornelius, a centurion in what was known as the Italian Regiment. He and all his family were devout and God-fearing; he gave generously to those in need and prayed to God regularly. One day at about three in the afternoon he had a vision. He distinctly saw an angel of God, who came to him and said, “Cornelius!”
Cornelius stared at him in fear. “What is it, Lord?” he asked.
The angel answered, “Your prayers and gifts to the poor have come up as a memorial offering before God.”
Cornelius did three things: he feared God, he gave generously to those in need and he prayed regularly. Just that. And his prayers and giving came up as a memorial before God. Imagine that. No really, imagine that! Imagine the scene in heaven when there is a memorial for your prayers and your giving. Wow.