Monthly Archives: November 2011

A Little Child Shall Lead Them

The other day my youngest grandson and his mother dropped in for a visit. The two of them walked over after kindergarten, and as soon as they arrived, my grandson showed me something he had found along the way.

It was a flat rock about the size of an Oreo cookie, and he gave it to me to hold in my hand. I looked at it, and turned it over. It was somewhat heart shaped. Someone had painted a face on it with red and blue colours – eyes, a nose, a smiling mouth. I smiled, too, and opened my mouth to offer my explanation of where this rock had come from — he had found it on the pavement near the kindergarten – when my little grandson intercepted my words before they had a chance to get out.

“God dropped it down for me, Grandpa. It’s a present for me from God.”

I was convicted in a moment. So much for the obvious explanation my own mind had formed and was ready to set forth for his enlightenment. We adult types are good at getting things all figured out.

My grandson looked at me and nodded as I handed his rock back to him. “I believe in Him, Grandpa.”

I nodded, too, and sang my grandson a little song I’ve loved for years.

Praise the Name of Jesus, Praise the name of Jesus…
He’s my Rock, He’s my fortress,
He’s my deliverer, in whom I will trust…
Praise the Name of Jesus…

…I believe in Him, too, Cole. God sent down a Rock for me, too. And I pray that till my dying day and beyond, He will preserve in me that same childlike sense of wonder. Let me enter the kingdom of God as the little child.

And I pray that you, too, Cole, as you grow, will never lose a child’s believing heart, and sense of wonder.

For, this God that you believe in, and I believe in, is a God of wonder. His very name is Wonder-ful (Isaiah 9.6). And so this whole universe He created – the things unseen and seen, things visible and things invisible – is a universe full of wonder. He “doeth great things past finding out; yea, and wonders without number” (Job 9.10).

And of all those wonders, the purpose of God in it all: the wonder of wonders: His purpose in man, that eternal purpose which He accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord… oh, the wonder of it all!

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Welcome to A Mending Feast

Welcome to A Mending Feast! No, this is not an online sewing bee; it’s my contribution to the Table of the Lord. Please come in and sit down and make yourself at home. It’s my hope that all who partake here will taste and see that the Lord is good, and gracious, and will leave with appetites whetted to know Him more and more.

This has been my own experience at His table, which He invited me to sit down at some forty years ago: me, at the time a beggar sitting in a dunghill. He picked me up, and caused me to sit down among princes at His table. And oh, what a Table it is! It fills me, yet leaves me hungering for more of Him; it grows; it gets better all the time.

And that’s the meaning of the title of this blog, which was inspired from a line in an old poem by George Herbert (1593-1633).

Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life:
Such a way as gives us breath;
Such a truth as ends all strife,
Such a life as killeth death.

Come my Light, my Feast, my Strength:
Such a light as shows a feast,
Such a feast as mends in length,
Such a strength as makes His guest.

Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart:
Such a joy as none can move,
Such a love as none can part,
Such a heart as joys in love.

Isn’t this a wondrous poem? I love poetry that leads me in worship, and this is certainly one of them. Herbert saw that it is Christ Himself who is all things to the Christian — our Way, our Truth, our Life… the Way of the Spirit, of the Wind, that, to walk in is moment-by-moment breath to us; the Truth in Whom mercy and truth are met together, in Whom righteousness and peace have kissed; the Life who, dying in the will of God, vanquished him that had the power of death with his own weapon. He is our Light, our Feast, our Joy… the Light that shows a feast spread for us in the very presence of our enemies…

…A feast that “mends in length.” In the old King’s English Dictionary my friend Reg gave me years ago, one of the definitions for “mend” is, “verb, intransitive: to grow better, to improve.” The perfect word to describe the Feast of the Lord! All the feasts of earth sooner or later come to an end, with the guests departed, the table depleted, the once full dishes now empty and forlorn.

Not so this Table. This feast never ends – and it mends in length: the longer it goes the greater it grows, and just gets better, and better, and better, and fuller, and greater, and richer, and leaves the soul, oh, so satisfied… yet hungering for more, and more, and more.

There’s so much in this beautiful old poem, for there is so much in our wondrous Lord Jesus Christ. His feast is a feast that makes us, imparts strength to us: we sit down famished, weak and feeble, but rise up strengthened for whatever is before us. His joy is a joy that none can move, that no man taketh from us; His love is a love that rejoiceth in the truth, is a love that nothing can separate us from.

…And, whatever it was that our hearts rejoiced in when our hearts were in darkness, now we have a heart like His own – a heart that joys in love.

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