Our walk with God has its high points, and its low ones. We have times when God seems intensely near, and other times when it seems our cry is ignored, and God is nowhere to be seen. Or so it seems. Bottom line - it is all for our good.
Deserted, maybe. Forsaken, never!
February 24, 2009
"There is an inner sanctuary of communion, where all else disappears from sight, and the believer shut in with God gazes upon His lovliness, and appropriates Him, as though nothing outside of Him nothing mattered or existed."
"These may be fugative moments, and they may be rare in our experience, but we surely must know them, if God's fruitbearing for us is to be reality in our lives."
THE WONDERFUL TREE in a sermon by Geerhardus Vos
Once you have tasted of these kind of moments as described above, there is no turning back. Nothing else is a sweet or satisfying. But these encounters cannot be contrived or manufactured.
Listen to John Newton refuse to settle for distance from God, but rather seeks for communion and renewal.
How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus I no longer see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flowers,
Have all lost their sweetness to me;
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay.
But when I am happy in Him,
December’s as pleasant as May.
His Name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music His voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice.
I should, were He always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal as happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.
Content with beholding His face,
My all to His pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind:
While blessed with a sense of His love,
A palace a toy would appear;
All prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine,
If Thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters so long?
O drive these dark clouds from the sky,
Thy soul cheering presence restore;
Or take me to Thee up on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.
Those that have had a sweet communion with God, when they have lost it, do count every day ten thousand till they have recovered it again; and when Christ leaves his spouse, he forsakes her not altogether, but leaves something on the heart that maketh her to long after him.
He absents himself that he may enlarge the desires of the soul, and after the soul hath him again, it will not let him go. He comes for our good, and leaves us for our good. We should therefore judge rightly of our estates, and not think we are forsaken of God when we are in a desertion.
Richard Sibbes DIVINE MEDITATIONS