Hope Road

May I ever be the sinner weeping in the corner, begging God for mercy, instead of the eloquent “righteous” person standing in the middle of the room, heaping empty phrases into heaven’s ears.

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Not so long ago, a man from Galilee
Fed thousands with His bread and His theology
And the truth He spoke quickly became the joke
Of educated, self-inflated Pharisees like me

Oh, let me not forget to tremble
Face down on the ground, do I dare to
Take the liberty to stare at You?
What a shame to think that I’d appear
Even slightly cavalier in a matter of salvation

It is easy to insist on what is packaged and precise
And dismiss the clear suspicion that You’re bigger than we like
It is tempting to regard You as familiar in so many ways
I know I can’t explain You, I would not even try to
And still it’s clear that You are here beside me
I marvel and I wonder, so near and somehow still so far
What makes You who You are

[Nichole Nordeman, "Wide Eyed," "Tremble," "Who You Are"]

I love Him.

Filed under: Christianity, Personal Reflection on February 19th, 2008