Day's End
Day’s End

Well here it is past midnight, again.

It’s time to let go of this day, but I don’t want to let go. I want to squeeze more out of it.

Hey, God! I still have questions! I don’t understand what your plans are in regards to this flood thing. My kid’s house has a big old “UNINHABITABLE” sign slapped on it now after 8 feet of sewage-contaminated river water swamped everything they worked so hard for and has left nothing but a mess and a huge mortgage. What now? This waiting, waiting, waiting is getting a little hard on the nerves, not just for them (and us) but for everyone in their town. I know you promised to never leave your children destitute or begging for bread, but I’m watching my grandkids having to let go of their beds, their bikes, their books, their clothes -everything that is familiar. I’m watching my son and daughter-in-law who are the hardest-working, most giving people I know, just standing by, unable to do any more work, feeling exhausted and discouraged with nothing left to give and no home to go home to.

This is hard Lord. I would appreciate some answers about now.

And as I try to figure out  how to help them -and can’t do it- I am reminded that God promises to give peace that passes understanding. God is not logical. Neither is he illogical. He is supra-logical, transcendent. He cares about our minds enough to protect them with his peace, but his peace requires a bit of letting go of our own right to understand.

Don’t worry over anything whatever; tell God every detail of your needs in earnest and thankful prayer, and the peace of God which transcends human understanding, will keep constant guard over your hearts and minds as they rest in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:6,7)

Elisabeth Elliot wrote, “Waiting on God requires the willingness to bear uncertainty, to carry within oneself the unanswered question, lifting the heart to God about it whenever it intrudes upon one’s thoughts.”

To tell you the truth, I would be rather disappointed in a God who is no smarter than I am.  The most intellectually wealthy folks on earth (and I’ve known a few) have trouble squeezing their brains through the eye of the needle as much as any rich man’s stuff-laden camel. Brains are not enough. In fact our heads tend to get stuck in narrow places or throw our balance off when they become too big. Unless we are willing to jettison not only some of our stuff but our need to comprehend the eternal repercussions of any event right now, or at least submit that need to the One who can see the whole big, B-I-G picture, there is no peace.

The peace that passes understanding leaves our understanding in the dust.

You have brought me through so many tough, tight places, Lord. I will remember and honour you by trusting you and going to bed now -in peace.

July Sunset
July Sunset

P.S. It will be interesting to see how you get us out of this one.

6 thoughts on “Transcendent

  1. Loss of every kind is unfathomable. It doesn’t fit into our nice Sunday best outfits or squeeze into our theology very well, does it? And yet – we serve a God who knows loss on a deeply personal level. Why did He choose the path of suffering? And how do we embrace the path of suffering for His sake, in order to also taste His glory? This is where the rubber meets the road. I will pray for strength and courage for your family to stand in triumph in this setback, knowing they serve a God of limitless resources who chooses to suffer alongside them….


  2. He does like to make His stories interesting. Thank you Lord for ALL of the work you are doing behind the scenes that can’t be comprehended. Let Your perfect peace be the foundation for all.


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