reflections from the fog
I have blotted out your transgressions like a cloud and your sins like mist; return to me, for I have redeemed you. Sing, O heavens, for the Lord has done it; shout, O depths of the earth; break forth into singing, O mountains, O forest, and every tree in it!
...Thus says the Lord, your Redeemer, who formed you from the womb: “I am the Lord, who made all things, who alone stretched out the heavens, who spread out the earth by myself, who frustrates the signs of liars and makes fools of diviners, who turns wise men back and makes their knowledge foolish,
...who says of the temple, ‘Your foundation shall be laid.’”
REFLECTIONS FROM THE FOG
How wonderful, how marvelous, is my Saviours love...
God used two weeks of autumn fog & low-lying clouds to give me some perspective this month - to remind me of the heart condition of our city. To renew & ignite my longing for clarity in the heavens and in my own heart. I looked to the mountains.
Hadn’t summited a peak in a few months, the West Lion called to me. Aslan himself...wild, untamed & free, beckoning. So I began my trek.
Upward and onward. Further up & further in. Listened to all of Romans & Galatians (thx to YouVersion) - glorying in the gospel as the pre-dawn dark turned to shades of misty grey. Turned the headlight off as the heart light ignited. Prayed my heart out - wept with grief, joy and thanksgiving over my family and the bride I had been entrusted to under-shepherd. Inquired of the Lord and met Him on that mountain. Such love. Such wondrous love I have rarely felt.
Began to pray for increasing faith - and for the spiritual fog to lift over our city. That we would no longer see in the mirror dimly, but with clarity. Seeing reality for who He is. Face to face.
But as I prayed for the clouds to lift, the Lord redirected my prayer. He began to remind me of His presence moving like a cloud - his lead through the desert (Exodus), his appearing at His baptism (Matt 17), his promise to come on the clouds (Rev 1), the great cloud of witnesses (Heb 12).
The problem wasn’t the clouds - but that they were waterless (Jude 12). So I began to pray for more rain - for an increase in the Spirit’s presence & power in our city - that we would experience his joy & wonder in increasing measure - that His grace like rain would pour through our lives and into the hearts of our neighbours, friends, children, classmates & colleagues.
It’s a simple picture, but one that I found profoundly encouraging this week. I hope it meets your heart and is brought alive by His Spirit.
As we head to the darkness of Halloween, and to darker & shorter days - be of good cheer, a stout heart & a strong mind. Our Lord comes on the clouds. May He move this winter & pour out His blessing on us - renewing our hearts & lifting our eyes to Him. May his grace shower us, saturate us, and fill us to overflowing. May the waterless clouds - anything that mimics grace but does not deliver - diminish. And may we rejoice in the Living Water & the Word of Life.
Thank you, Jesus, for meeting us in our fog. Come, Holy Spirit. Heal, renew, restore, revive.
Praying for a season of gospel-saturation & gospel growth.
From the mountaintop,
...Be exalted, O God, above the heavens! Let your glory be over all the earth! Psalm 57:5
Hamilton, Ontario's own City Harmonic. Apologies for the alarmingly deep-V.
old man been to the mountaintop...