There is a lot that I could write about today’s sermon.
It was the 4th part of a series that Earl is doing on being an “Eternal Optimist”. (Based on Romans 8:28)
Today, as one of his illustrations, he used the testimony of Corrie TenBoom, one of my favorite heroes.
She lived through World War II and survived a Nazi concentration camp.
The following poem can be found in the museum in Holland, which was once her home.
Life is But a Weaving
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ‘til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
Then he had someone flip it around to the front side:
A needful reminder.
Like I said, I could write a LOT about what God did in my mind and heart this morning,
but time does not allow.
May you be content, as I am praying to be,
to view life from the underside,
and trust Him to working for your good and His glory from the topside,
And maybe, just maybe,
if you train your eyes to view life and your circumstances through the lens of wisdom and discernment,
you can begin to see the faint outline of the final picture to be.