The Saint who Fears the Sick Joke O’ great God, be small enough to hear me now. Help me to understand and develop my mind for you. Give me strength to follow. Allow me to live life as unto you. With a sweeping motion, the saint wipes the haze off his bathroom mirror. The bathroom, being filled by the hot shower steam, is barely visible to the saint as he navigates towards the sink. Shortly after the wipe, the steam reappears and gathers to blot out the once clear mirror. He wipes the mirror down again only to reveal his face for a short period of time. The saint leans forward hoping to focus in to his own eyes… He is afraid. He has tasted the effects of death. His loved ones are dying. He asks his Lover to reveal to him why death has to be. His Lover reveals the importance of death in our temporal life because without it there is nothing to look forward to, and nothing to test our faith. If faith is future commitment before seeing, then death is the ultimate test of our assurance of faith in our Great God. As the saint ponders about his life, he realizes that all relationships are based on trust. He gains the trust of others as others gain his trust; temporal relationships are built and sustained by first receiving information that shows the trustworthiness of the other party, and second, giving trust – it is through data gathering and mutual trust between two parties. However, the relationship between him and his Lover is not founded on this principle. It is the opposite kind. The Lover wants trust before knowing or fully understanding. The Lover requires his utmost commitment and full trust – He expects the saint to die. It is death that will bring this saint to fully understanding the great paradoxes of his faith – die before you can live; sovereignty of God and the responsibility of man; empty yet full; desire the temporal yet forsake all for the eternal. The saint knows that he doesn’t have certainty in his salvation. He knows that death is the moment of truth. The moment at which everything is revealed; the moment where the saint will know for certain whether his faith was genuine, whether his Lover does indeed exist, and whether the Fiery Furnace will produce silver and gold or straw and hay. The saint fears. His heart skips and he gasps for air hoping that the thick steam that surrounds the bathroom will somehow re-float his heart. The saint is terrified to imagine the possibility that what he has put his life to accomplish could possibly be in vain and produce nothing at the end. If the Lover is false, then the saint would have existed for nothing. All the self-sacrifice would be meaningless and completely off-base. It would be a sick joke! But where can the saint go? To where can he go? From whom will he find refuge and eternal hope? The saint knows that he has no where to go, and realizes that the cost of forsaking his Lover is too high for him to bear. He has no choice but to strive forward. All the saint can do is to obey because his Lover has explicitly told him that if he follows and obeys His commandments, the saint will be assured of his eternal hope of salvation. If the saint listens to his Lover, he still will not have certainty, but he will have assurance. The saint relates to his Lover in two dimensions. First, he is motivated by the love he has freely received from Calvary. It is during times of aligned agreement with his Lord that this predestined love will carry this saint freely to the Cross. It motivates him and it surrounds him with assurance that he is indeed predestined and elected. However, during times of disagreement, the saint needs to rely on fear with terrorizing phobia towards his Lover. It is not respect as some have suggested; it is fear. Respect is on the terms of the saint, whereas, fear is on the terms of the Judge. The fear comes from not wanting to displease his Lover. It comes from fear of judgment and consequences. It is the fear of losing his rewards in heaven, and ultimately, the fear of losing the very thing he has given his life for – salvation of his soul from eternal damnation. For it is told that those who do not keep His commandments do not know Him; willful disobedience is most distasteful as being willful is being presumptuous. It is only during these times of contemplation of disobedience does the saint need to fear the Lord. Phobia also comes from the saint’s realization of his innate capacity and ability to commit the utmost barbarianism in his mind, heart, and soul. It is this depravity that strikes phobia into the saint’s heart, making him cusp his chest in pain and disgust. This very fear will prevent the saint from running away. It draws him closer. Lover of my soul. I praise thee for me have thee saved and taken; Me have thee predestined in eternity past to hear thy Call; Strengthen my ability and resolve, to refine mine mind and thinking; I understand that ‘so a man thinks, so is he’. Give me ability to walk and forsake the need for certainty, and desire thy assurance from obedience. With assurance, can I please thee. But with certainty, can I not. Hope and Fear and Love are the sides of the same triangle; Grant me wisdom to draw them unto my heart, mind, and soul. Protect me from the innate ability and capacity to fist thee; Help mine mind to commit not presumptuousness, Nor the contemplation of disobedience. |