This Loving God
Sometimes I find my self absolutely amazing. I don’t mean this in a prideful way though. No, quite the opposite in fact. I find it amazing that I can, in the morning, turn my life over to God, promise to let Him live through me, to go where He leads, to do what He says, and, by the end of the day, have completely failed Him in every single promise, only to try to do the same thing the next morning. Now, I don’t do this every day, some days I am able to manage to let God fill me, which just makes those days that I don’t all the more frustrating. I know that God’s way is the best, that letting Him live through me is the best way to go, for God’s ways are the best ways, but in the moment I don’t think about it. I turn to my own ways, to my own desires, to my own plans.
Whenever I have to go back to God, to repent, to again try to turn my life over to Him, I think of a servant going back to his master, seeking forgiveness. I think of this servant who, just the day before, has completely ignored his masters orders, and gone about, doing his own thing, possibly running through the mansion, smashing paintings and vases. This isn’t the first time this servant has done this either. In fact, this servant has had more days like these, it seems, than he has had days of actually serving his master. I then try to imagine the master standing over the prostrate servant, looking down at him, smiling a warm smile, lifting him up, and saying, “Come, tomorrow you’ll do better.” I try to imagine this scene of forgiveness, but more often than not, I can only imagine the master standing over the prostrate servant, yelling at him, perhaps kicking him a few times, then having him thrown out of the mansion, and his service, for good. Yet, no matter how much more likely the second scenario seems to me, I know that God is always the first master. He is the master who stands over me as I lie there, praying for forgiveness that I don’t deserve, for forgiveness that I have no right to even ask for. He is the master who smiles warmly down at me, leans down, lifts me off the floor, hugs me, and says, “I forgive you. We’ll do it together next time.” He says this, even though He knows he has said it hundreds of times in the past, and there is no reason to believe that He won’t have to say it again soon. Yet He says it with the same warmth, with the same love in his voice, as if He just said it for the first time.
This loving God is the God that I serve. This loving God is the God that I fail so frequently. This loving God is my only hope.
"Almighty and merciful Father,
I have erred, and strayed from Your ways
like a lost sheep.
I have offended against Your holy laws.
I have left undone
those things which I ought to have done,
And I have done those things
which I ought not to have done;
and there is no health in me.
O Lord, have mercy on me, a miserable offender.
Spare them, O Lord,
which confess their faults.
Restore them that are penitent,
according to your promises declared to mankind
in Christ Jesus our Lord. And grant,
O most merciful Father, for His sake,
that I may hereafter live a godly,
righteous, and sober life-
to the glory of Your name.
Amen."
“A Prayer of Confession”
Taken from: Worship His Majesty Hymnal
