Tuesday, April 14, 2015

I Cannot Tell

Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Daniel was compelled by a king to give an interpretation of the king’s dream.  Well, Daniel could have done what the modern con men do…manipulate and poke around the king’s mind until he hit pay dirt.  But the king wouldn’t have any of that; he had had enough of the false magicians at court.  The king demanded Daniel also tell him what the dream was about, so there could be no doubt that Daniel was telling the truth.  God gave Daniel both knowledge of the dream and the interpretation. 
How did God do that?  And now, for the answer I have to give an awful lot:  I don’t know; I cannot tell.
With faith and wisdom sometimes there can only be faith; sometimes God does not give us understanding.  Perhaps it is at those times He just wants us to have faith and trust Him, for whatever reasons God alone determines is best. 
I have lived through such awful (and wonderful) times, when I didn’t have a clue as to what God was up to, and whether I would survive in one way or another.  The only options were to trust Him in faith, or go away from Christ sadly like the rich young ruler. 
There is a wonderful old hymn entitled, I Cannot Tell[2], which expresses the kind of simple faith we are called upon by God to have when wisdom and understanding fail to bring the dawn of light to circumstances.
I cannot tell why he whom angels worship
should come in flesh as prophets long foretold, 
or why the Shepherd longs to save the wanderers
and bring them back rejoicing to the fold.
But this I know, that he was born of Mary
when Bethlehem's manger was his only home,
and that he lived at Nazareth and labored,
and so the promised Savior of the world is come.
I cannot tell how silently he suffered
as with his peace he graced this place of tears,
or how his heart upon the cross was broken,
the crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, he heals the broken-hearted,
and stays our sin and calms our lurking fear,
and lifts the burden from the heavy-laden,
for still the suffering Savior of the world is here.
I cannot tell how he will win the nations,
how he will claim his earthly heritage,
how satisfy the needs and aspirations
of east and west, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see his glory,
and he shall reap the harvest he has sown,
and some glad day his sun shall shine in splendor,
when he, the risen Savior of the world, is known.
I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship
when at his bidding, every storm is stilled,
or who can say how great the jubilation
when all our hearts with love for him are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
and countless voices then will join to sing,
and earth to heaven, and heaven to earth will 
"At last the living Savior of the world is King!" 
This morning I am particularly impressed by the simplicity of faith, and how God captured my heart, a sinful, willful, stubborn and selfish heart.
Why, in His kindness and mercy, he would do that, for me, I cannot tell.  But this I know; He did it, and if I never come to the point of complete understanding, I owe Him everything, and I will be his forever.

For You Today

Is there anything you’re going through that you just don’t understand? 

Take some time to think about whether your faith in Him is more important to you than understanding what He’s up to this time.

Maybe this will help…go here and watch/listen to the song – words lifting our faith, even though we cannot tell.

[1] Title Image: By Andrey Mironov, via Wikimedia Commons
[2] ©1920 by William Y. Fullerton

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