Greetings all, here is your e-votional for the week…
“‘How you have helped one who has no power!
How you have assisted the arm that has no strength!
How you have counseled one who has no wisdom,
and given much good advice!
With whose help have you uttered words,
and whose spirit has come forth from you?
The shades below tremble,
the waters and their inhabitants.”
-Job 26: 1-4
“By his wind the heavens were made fair;
his hand pierced the fleeing serpent.
These are indeed but the outskirts of his ways;
and how small a whisper do we hear of him!
But the thunder of his power who can understand?’”
-Job 26: 12-14
In India, there is always noise. There is a bustle to life on the streets at all hours. Cars, rickshaws, and motorbikes buzz around one another, honking their horns in a kind of harmony which only the Indians can understand.
In India, there is always color. There are none of the muted greys and blacks which we find in many of our large cities. There are women in bright saris, multi-colored dots on foreheads, green coconut trees bearing brown fruit, giant black bats with tan wings, and Hindu gods arrayed in all their finery in grand temples and humble shrines.
In India, there is always a smell. Curry spices seem baked into the thick air, diesel exhaust wafts down every street, and the throngs of people all make their own contributions.
In India, there is also God. God is there, just as God is here. In the singing of hymns, the reading of Scripture, the commitment to prayer, the desire to know Jesus Christ and to make him known.
How can that be? How can the same God that you and I worship on a Sunday morning in Fort Smith, Arkansas, be moving and playing in a place and amidst a people that are so different? It hardly seems plausible, and yet it happens at all moments of each day. Often we make God into something very small, something easy for us to grasp and understand, but this does not begin to capture the majesty of the God we worship. Job struggled to get his mind around God. In the midst of his suffering, he sought answers and found a God who is, in many ways, unknowable. Don’t get me wrong, we know everything about God we need to know. Consider what Job wrote above about God. He speaks of the gift of wisdom given to the ignorant, of the power of God over even the dead, of God’s majestic force shaping nature in both heaven and earth. But then consider Job’s conclusion, “how small a whisper do we hear of him!”
It’s a beautiful phrase he offers us, “how small a whisper…” How can a small whisper pierce all these sights and sounds and smells in our world? The whisper is heard for one simple reason, God wills it. God wills to be known by us. God wills to be loved by us. God wills to love us. So great is the God we worship that in the midst of this chaotic cacophony we know God in the four corners of the world. As you consider your life and faith this day, know that you worship a God who has chosen to be known; who has chosen to reveal Himself to you. We hear only a small whisper of God, but it is enough; it is enough to know that God is here and we are loved, whether in India or Fort Smith.
Prayer: Holy God, thank you for making yourself known to us. Today we pray that the small whisper of your grace will make itself known in our lives once more. We ask that you would strengthen and guide us in all we day. We pray in Jesus’ name. Amen.