The Beginning Singer

Me, a writer? And for a blog? That’s a joke. Who is as foolish and unworthy as I to guide minds—forming minds, weary minds, apathetic-toward-God minds, intelligent minds, mature and disciplined minds—those minds with words. I don’t have much talent, nor motivation to write. I am inconsistent, yet ready to commit, or at least say, “I commit,” but rarely am I able to follow through. So why should anyone read the words of such a fickle person as me? There’s really no reason I can think of, that is, in myself or of myself. But there is something, someone rather, outside myself that is worthy of my writing attempts, and of your deep consideration. That someone is God—the God of the Bible, the Creator, the First and the Last, the Holy One of Israel who sent His Son to reveal himself to the whole world no longer as Judge only, but also as Savior, Redeemer, and Advocate for mankind.

There is something in His great infinity and providence that is able to use such a fool as me. For in my sinful desperation, I couldn’t even call out to him. I was dead, yet he gave a quickening jolt to my dead soul, and soothed my decaying vocal chords with the sweet honey of the Word. And so I called out for mercy. I cried for grace. Then God in His eternal majesty and sovereign, unshakable grace, brought me to the cross of His Son, Jesus Christ. There, he didn’t say, “Look! You are worth the death of my Son. Rejoice! I paid the highest price just for YOU!” No, He said, “What you deserve is the wrath I poured on him. I have done this, so that you may behold his worth and surpassing greatness and through him be reconciled to me.” Beholding this sight was terrifying, yet freeing at the same time. For I knew that “I had been crucified with Christ.” I knew that life was granted to me as a gift. O how precious is salvation!

            Yet I return to my initial question. Me? Writing? I am still fickle! Even being saved I am that way. Ah, but there’s the catch, for again the truth comes out. The truth that I am nothing, and He is everything. It is through Him that I can live and obtain steadfastness of mind, spirit and might. For the substance belongs to Christ! He is what fills all in all. So my purpose in writing is not to begin as refined gold, but to trust in Him to refine me as I try. I’m the beginning singer; He—the conductor. And although my voice fluctuates as I try to hit each note and though the oscillations sound terrifying, with His guiding hand, I will start to harmonize with the glorious melodies of His Kingdom. Perhaps I’ll resonate with a fellow soul along the way, but all is in His hands. I am content with where I am by his grace.

Soli Deo Gloria