So imagine my surprise when I found myself this morning
opening my Bible. I guess God had
something He wanted to tell me, and it couldn’t wait until I was done being
angry with Him.
Only seconds into flipping the thin pages did I come
upon Micah 6. And God had my unwavering
attention.
Hear what the Lord says:
Arise, plead your case before the mountains,
and let the hills hear your voice.
Hear, you mountains, the indictment of the Lord,
and you enduring foundations of the earth,
for the Lord has an indictment against his people,
and he will contend with Israel.
“O my people, what have I done to you?
How have I wearied you? Answer me!
For I brought you up from the land of Egypt
and redeemed you from the house of slavery,
and I sent before you Moses,
Aaron, and Miriam.
O my people, remember what Balak king of Moab devised,
and what Balaam the son of Beor answered him,
and what happened from Shittim to Gilgal,
that you may know the righteous acts of the Lord.”
Verse
3 struck my heart deeply.
“O
my daughter, what have I done to you?
How have I wearied you? Answer me!”
I
felt like Eve in the garden. Having
wronged my Father, still He came, seeking me.
I heard pain in His voice as He recalled His pursuit, protection, and
love for me in those verses:
Jamie, hear what the Lord says:
Arise, plead your case before
the mountains,
and let the hills hear your
voice.
Hear, you mountains, the
indictment of the Lord,
and you enduring foundations
of the earth,
for the Lord summons his daughter,
and he will fight against
Jamie if it means fighting for her.
“O my daughter, what have I
done to you?
How have I wearied you?
Answer me!
For I brought you out of death
and redeemed you from your past
and have always—always—been
there for you!
O my daughter, remember what evils Satan had devised for you,
and still how his plans were
thwarted,
and what happened from Stockton to this very precise, present
moment,
that you may know the righteous acts of the Lord.”
Why do I fight against God when He loves me? Why do I turn from God when He longs for me
to be with Him? Why do I forsake all
He’s done for what I have yet to see?
Where is my faith?
But I used to be quite resilient, gained no strength from counting the beads on a rosary
And now the wound
has begun to turn, another lesson that has gone unlearned
Then there's my
father he's always looking on the bright side
He is the grand optimist,
I am the world’s poor pessimist
—Grand Optimist, City and Colour
