God-watching

Some friends in the church got us hooked this last weekend on a web-site that is streaming live video of a Bald Eagle’s nest near Decorah, IA with three eggs.  As I write the eggs are only two or three days from hatching.  Watching the eagles come and go from the nest is magnificent, watching them sit there for hours on end – not so much.  Still, it’s better than most of what’s on TV right now. (Click here to visit the site.)

We have a lot of Bald Eagles that nest in our region, so Bird-watching is a pretty popular past time.  If you take the time to look, there are beautiful birds everywhere.  The Robins are back in force.  I caught a glimpse of a Cardinal yesterday from the bedroom window.  Pretty soon, the Turkey Vultures will be roosting on the tower across the street (not so pretty).

This got me thinking, though – if bird watching is such a popular thing to do, should “God-watching” be popular too.  I don’t mean looking for images of God, Jesus, or the Virgin Mary in coffee stains and potato chips.  No, I’m talking about that kind of vision in which you are looking for God to be revealed working in everything around you – the promotion at work, the diagnosis from the doctor, the blessing of family and friends, the loss of a loved one.  In all these things, the providential and sovereign hand of God is working, but too often we aren’t looking to see it.

How would life be different, though, if we spent every waking moment expecting to see God working in our midst.  God is not limited to working for one or two hours of your week as you are in Church, God is with you, guiding, leading, moving, directing your ways.  God is working right now in your life, are you watching, looking, for Him?

On the next tab over on my browser I see the eagle is still there.  In my heart I know that God is with me, and that He will never leave.  Happy God-watching!

SDG

The Barren Fig-tree

In preparing for this Sunday’s sermon on John 15:1-11, I stumbled upon yet another poem from Robert Murray McCheyne that I thought worth sharing.

Within a vineyard’s sunny bound
An ample fig-tree shelter found,
Enjoying sun and showers—
The boughs were graceful to the view,
With spreading leaves of deep-green hue,
And gaily blushing flowers.

When round the vintage season came,
This blooming fig was still the same,
As promising and fair;
But though the leaves were broad and green
No precious fruit was to be seen,
Because no fruit was there.

“For three long years,” the master cried,
“Fruit on this tree to find I’ve tried,
But all in vain my toil;
Ungrateful tree! the axe’s blow
Shall lay thy leafy honours low:
Why cumbers it the soil?”

“Ah! let it stand just one year more,”
The dresser said, “till all my store
Of rural arts I’ve shown:
About the massy roots I’ll dig;
And if it bear, we’ve gained the fig,—
If not, then cut it down.”

How many years hast thou, my heart,
Acted the barren fig-tree’s part,
Leafy, and fresh, and fair,—
Enjoying heavenly dews of grace,
And sunny smiles from God’s own face!—
But where the fruit? ah! where?

How often most the Lord have prayed
That still my day might be delayed,
Till all due means were tried!
Afflictions, mercies, health, and pain,
How long shall these be all in vain
To teach this heart of pride!

Learn, O my soul, what God demands
Is not a faith like barren sands
But fruit of heavenly hue.
By this we prove that Christ we know,
If in his holy steps we go:
Faith works by love, if true.