From the chair:
“But with me, wit is a very small thing that I should be judged by you or by any human court. In fact, I do not even judge myself. For I am not aware of anything against myself, but I am not thereby acquitted. It is the Lord who judges me.”
-1 Corinthians 4:3-4
God has been working on my heart through this verse for years now; I’m sure I’ve commented on it on the blog before. This morning, it occurred to me how appropriate it is to preaching. I have a sermon to write, and I’m a bit stressed that it’s this late in the week, that I need to set aside the other things on my agenda and focus on hearing and somehow expressing the passage from God’s Word. Yet, I don’t need to be weighed down by others’ expectations. I don’t even need to be weighted down by my own expectations.
I need only to take on God’s expectations, which are certainly weightier than the other two, but also come with the God’s unsearchable love for me and the Spirit’s unflagging help. After all, Scripture never suggests that true joy is found in being free from obligation. Rather, we discover the fullness of joy when we learn to whom we really are responsible, when we learn that he already watches us with delight because of Jesus, that his plan for us is already underway, transforming us from one degree of glory to the next, for our joy and his great praise.
From the desk:
“What’s the trouble about this place? Not that people are quarrelsome–that’s only human nature and was always the same even on earth. The trouble is they nave no Needs. You get everything you want (not very good quality, of course) just by imagining it. That’s why it never costs any trouble to move to another street or build another hour.e In other words, there’s no proper economic basis for any community life. If they needed real shops, chaps would have to stay near where the real shops were. If they needed real houses they’d have to stay near where builders were.”
-C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce, pp.11-12
If we ever succeeded at becoming completely self-sufficiently, we would be exceedingly lonely. It would be hellish.
“The chair” is the one Annie aptly chose for the corner of our living room, and it’s where I am committed to daily hearing from God’s Word–the Word I above all else hope to speak to others. “The desk” is the one by my coffee grounds and spare charger (if I get to the library early enough); it’s where I have the privilege of reading and thinking all day, where I intend to learn for others’ sake.