Numerous ideas about Duncan’s sermon this morning on ‘praising God.’ I’m not excellent at nature and being prompted to reward God. Simply as I can see why folks would see a selected view as ‘lovely’ whereas not really feeling the wonder myself, so I can see why nature may transfer folks to reward God with out myself being stuffed with reward.
And this isn’t essentially a foul factor – it’s simply me as I usually am. What issues finally shouldn’t be what I really feel or don’t really feel, however whether or not or not I react within the mild of what I consider to be true (God’s surprise and loveliness) whereas not really ‘feeling’ it.
In truth, usually when I’m able to reward God from a honest coronary heart it’s as a result of a spirit of reward is given. The nicely deep inside me is unstopped, the waters move, reward rises. ‘Thanks, Father.’ So is reward a God-given factor?
I suppose God is lively in every thing, and attracts close to us in every thing. The whole lot, like bread and wine, is a sacrament, a gateway which may result in connectedness with God.
Some music, particularly classical music touches me, strikes me, makes me complete, and God comes within the texture of sound. I think it’s attainable to reward God by saying ‘Sure!’ to magnificence and ‘Sure!’ to loveliness and ‘Sure!’ to life, whereas not really understanding God’s title however merely responding to a loveliness which God has breathed.
So if the spirit of reward comes from God – or the spirit of reward is the breathe of God’s presence inside us – does this imply that God is perpetually self-praising, looking for glory for Godself? I believe the image of the Trinity (which like all phrases, is a sacrament – merely a gateway to an unknowable past) fashions Father, Son and Spirit, every rejoicing within the different, every giving of themselves to the opposite. The mannequin of group seen within the Trinity is the giving and receiving of affection and reward. And we who’re in Christ enter into that Trinity by the Holy Spirit. In Jesus, we are saying ‘Sure!’ to the Father; in Jesus we hear the Father saying ‘Sure, Sure, Sure’ to us. ‘You might be valuable, beloved, pretty.’
We discover ourselves at our most free when our hearts overflow with reward.
However there are questions and thriller. It’s not simple within the mild of Auschwitz, and a thousand later genocides to reward God. We don’t at all times see poor folks lifted up because the Psalm implies; nor can we see childless folks blessed with fertility – and it actually gained’t do to spiritualise this, or to elucidate it means by pointing to a greater, coming world. How are we to reward God within the midst of ache?
I’m studying a biography of Jane Haining, the younger lady from the Scottish Borders who labored within the Scottish Mission to the Jews in Budapest within the years earlier than the struggle got here, working a house for Jewish youngsters attending a faculty within the metropolis. When the struggle got here, and he or she was recalled for security to Edinburgh, she refused to return residence. Her job was taking care of the ladies in her care. ‘If the youngsters want me in days of sunshine, how rather more do they want me in days of darkness.’
She drew sustenance from a distant view of the hills, quoting Psalm 121 ‘I carry my eyes to the mountains, whence comes my assist.’
Up till early 1944, Hungary was an ally of Germany; however the Nazis then invaded Hungary and commenced implementing ‘the ultimate answer’. Jane Haining was taken to Auschwitz, and after spending some weeks there, was despatched to the fuel chamber round 16th July 1944 – 75 years in the past. ‘She believed that God would defend her. He didn’t’ mentioned one in all her former pupils
Two days earlier than she died, she wrote to a pal in Budapest from the squalor and horror of the camp these phrases in German ‘’Even right here on the street to heaven (or ‘on the border of heaven’) there are nonetheless mountains, additional away than ours to make certain, however nonetheless.’
She was nonetheless, in her anguish, trying to the hills, she was nonetheless open to the Father of whose presence they had been a sacrament, and he or she believed that there, even there her toes had been on the street to heaven, that heaven’s border stretched even so far as Auschwitz.
They sound just like the phrases of somebody nonetheless capable of say ‘Sure’ to God.