This week I began reading Richard Wurmbrand's "Sermons in Solitary Confinement". It has been shouting at me every time I walked past the bookshelf and I wish I had listened sooner!
This blog is for all those who are struggling in this time of transition with the difficult parts of God's creative processes in our lives. My heart was softened and changed as I read the beautiful words of a man who was held in solitary confinement for three years in total silence. He was beaten and tortured and memorised the little sermons he wrote as he had nothing to write on! This is exceptional beauty, rather like John of the Cross - the presence of God in the most awful and difficult of places. I hope whoever reads this will be equally touched and encouraged.
“I am beginning to love this silence. I sometimes make up
verses to pass the time, but what I would really like would be to make men,
each one of whom would be a fine piece of poetry. In the original Greek
in Ephesians, it is written that Christians are the poem (poiema) of God
(Eph.2:10). So God is a poet too. His poems are serene, flexible,
rich in meaning. He has embodied his poems in flesh. Each one has a
different subject. One is the embodiment of heroism, another of sanctity,
another of wisdom, yet another of practical common sense. Christians are
not only different, but also sometimes divergent and even contradictory
characters. But every one is pleasing to the Lord.”
“Instead of a world in which bookshops sell volumes of
sermons and poetry, I would like a world in which each man and woman is a poem
of high thought, filled with melody and colour. If I am a hindrance to
the coming of such a world, may God kill me here in prison! But this is
how the world should be.”
Currently I am sifting and sorting out the debris of
my life – 6 bags in the rubbish yesterday and many more to come! Maybe in
some strange way it is a prophetic indication of this time – deep digging and
clearing of the clutter of our lives, a tough work, time and pain involved, in
order that we will truly be conduits of His life, placed where that flow is
most needed. If so I will sift and sort with great passion and vigour J. Strange that it all takes place
when our view ahead is limited, a work of great obedience to just keep
going. Definitely something that seems to be taking place in obscurity
and darkness, stripping away the familiar, and eventually throwing open a
window to greater light. I have always suspected that when we feel most
alone, vulnerable and defenceless, is when the deep and marvellous things take
place without our being able to see or feel them. If we continue to
believe and hold on to the passion placed within us for changed lives and a
different world, we will embrace this trial with great hope J.
"For we are God's handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." Ephesians 2:10
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