As we look at creation, there is an odd factor in the picture and that is time. Many things have consumptive limits but not time.
For some things, the limits are fairly pressing. Depending on which doomsday report you read, our grandchildren or great grandchildren will not have any fossil fuel left to drive their lifestyle.
For others, the limit is close enough to be debated but not generate much concern. How many people can the earth sustain? Ten billion? Fifty billion? Who knows. But we all know that in theory there has to be a saturation point somewhere.
But time, on the other hand, can be consumed endlessly without being maxed out. If we have seven billion people on earth, there is no scarcity of time. If we had 70 billion, there will still be no stress on time. If we could theoretically put a trillion quadrillion people on planet earth, even that impossible number would not consume time and necessitate rationing.
In the midst of a very finite world, with limits of consumption, God gloriously places one piece of God-sized unlimitedness which interfaces perfectly with the limited world around it. It is our reminder of the infinity of God. One piece of Him in our face, daily.
The same is true of our spiritual walk. We win some battles and lose some. We are not where we were 20 years ago for the most part. There are growth issues and healing issues and demonic issues that we now address with aplomb and have victory consistently.
Unfortunately, there are also the areas where we are pleased to hit 50%. Worst of all, running in the background in most of our lives is that aggravating area that has not moved at all in 20 years. We still suffer regular defeat.
Against that backdrop of the daily reminder of my finiteness, I keep the following poem in my Bible. I have worn out three Bibles since I first clipped this out of a magazine but have not come close to exhausting the comfort this thought brings to me. Again and again I return to the poem because it grasps that one aspect of total victory, all the time, everywhere.
A Daughter’s Cry
“Our Father . . .,”
“. . . Your Kingdom come . . . ”
the murmur continues.
But I whisper through the longing
that has melted me yet again,
“. . . Your Kingdom come . . .”
Flames so few and faint,
Stifled by ritual,
Flickering in ignorance,
Huddled under bushels —
While the mists rise and swirl,
And darkness laughs:
“. . . Your Kingdom come . . . ?”
Against this night
Your promise comes:
“The Light shines
and the darkness
has not overcome it.”
I rise renewed
To fight again.
The Light shines. . .
100% of the time.
And darkness NEVER overcomes it.
In our world of partial victory, there is one point that is absolute.
The Light shines. . .
Copyright October 2012 by Arthur Burk
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