SUNDAY CHOICE – Let God be our vision for 2022

“We all need one above us to be our vision. We need him to guide us through the dim streets of this world, steering us through all its cracks and cliffs. We need someone to inch alongside us. As darkness falls, we need one whose presence can be our light. “In him was life, and the life was the light of men” (John 1:4).

Such a one, the perfect one, came from the brilliance of heaven’s throne into our night. With him, our eyes do not need to see the path ahead, though it be filled with twists and turns. We need but see the King in his beauty. He is our Way. He is our Truth. He is our Life. We behold him. And though the narrow road to glory leads through the valley of the shadow of death — for our Shepherd leads us there — we shall fear no evil, for he is with us always — even to the end of the age.

Although we have not yet seen Jesus with our physical eyes, the eyes of our hearts have beheld him and loved him, and rejoiced “with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory” (1 Peter 1:8). We hear his voice over our shoulders. As we hope in him and consider which way to turn, his Spirit dwells within us, saying, “This is the way, walk in it” (Isaiah 30:21). And our faces too, radiate with a joy that proves our trust in him.

Take My Hand

 “I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, ‘Fear not, I am the one who helps you’” (Isaiah 41:13). 

Soon, this world, with all its shadows and ditches, shall fade away. And we, seeing only dimly now, will see him face to face (1 Corinthians 13:12). And when he bends down and whispers into our ears that it is time to depart from this life, we shall  beam with a happiness not seen this side of heaven, and grip his hand as he leads us to that place we’ve only got glimpses of through the keyhole. 

But until that day when we will see him completely, that day which, for us, is where all days run, we sing along :–

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,

Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.”   ——Greg Morse