One of our friends recently asked, “So how are y’all able to get any sleep with that thing going off all
the time?” He was referring to the wall clock that hangs in our living
room. The 1880’s German-made Junghans faithfully
chimes every 15 minutes, with a more pronounced arrangement of ringing tones at
the top of each hour. I chuckled when he asked, because the truth is, we hardly
even notice it anymore.
Our previous home was just a stone’s throw from a local
regional airport. Upon moving there, the frequent air traffic was one of our
favorite features. We particularly loved the rare times when the winds were out
of the northwest. For on those days, the planes would literally pass right over
our rooftop as they made their landing approach. However, similar to the sound
of our ancient timekeeper, the novelty and intrigue soon wore off. Though the
flight schedule remained busy as ever, we hardly even noticed the planes
anymore.
Funny how quickly things can change. One day our interest is
piqued, the next day we are bored and insouciant. It is one thing to take an
antique clock for granted, another thing to no longer be entertained by small
aircraft buzzing by our window, yet quite a far different thing to grow
indifferent toward the things of God. And if I may be honest, that is one of my
greatest fears…that one day I’ll awake to have somehow through my own futile
thinking, moved beyond a place of gratitude for the gospel; I’m scared of no
longer being reliant; no longer being dependent; no longer standing in awe.
Can you imagine being so preoccupied with life that you miss
the Spirit’s whisper? So busy with your day-to-day activities that God’s grace
goes unnoticed? So lax with the gospel that we are no longer moved by it and stirred
within? May it never be! May we never grow tired of God’s merciful, unmerited
favor. May we never forget what He has accomplished through the cross of
Calvary nor miss the beauty of all He is producing in us. I pray we might feel
just enough of the weight of our sin to maintain a grateful gaze at the glorious
splendor of His grace.
Matt Redman penned the lyrics below in a worship song
entitled, “Mercy.” These words are my prayer this morning…
May I never lose the wonder,
Oh, the wonder of Your mercy.
May I sing Your hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Amen.
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| Matt Fowler - NBC Family Pastor of High School |
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