Showing posts with label glory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label glory. Show all posts

Monday, January 25, 2016

Eric Liddell, Glory, and the Buried Seed


“Surrender--stillness--a ready welcoming of all stripping, all loss, all that brings us low, low into the Lord's path of humility--a cherishing of every whisper of the Spirit's voice, every touch of the prompting that comes to quicken the hidden life within: that is the way God's human seed-vessels ripen, and Christ becomes "magnified" even through the things that seem against us. "Mine but to be still: Thine the glorious power, Thine the mighty will.” 

― Lilias Trotter

"It is surrender." 

- Eric Liddell to a friend on the day that he died at age 43 (source)



I love the story about Eric Liddell. Liddell's quiet determination, bold confidence, and dedication to his God speak a profound message to our hearts. Eric Liddell, by the grace and power of God, ran his race well. His life, his story, is an example to us.  

The film, Chariots of Fire, focuses mainly upon the literal race that Eric won, and the race which he chose not to run because of his conviction not to participate in sporting events on Sundays. 




Curious to learn more about Eric Liddell, I read the biography detailing his life written by David McCasland. Later, I watched a documentary based upon that movie, which really gave a glimpse into the whole scope of Eric's life, not only the single race that he is famous for. 

Liddell came from a missionary family and very soon after his brief Olympic career, he went to China as a missionary himself, dying in his early 40s from a brain aneurysm in a Japanese internment camp during WWII. He chose to remain in China even though the opportunity had been offered to him to leave. Liddell's heart was bound up and buried in the cause that the Lord had planted there--and the love of the Lord constrained him. He died in China. 

Eric Liddell's life has whispered to me a lesson, among others, but a quiet lesson that has spoken to me softly and been impressed upon my heart over the past years, and it is this:

There are times that we run, when the gifts and abilities that God has given us put us in the "spotlight." These are the times that we choose whether the glory through the gifts that He has given us will be for us or for our Savior. We make our decision before the world's watching eyes. Eric Liddell chose to honor his Heavenly Father, and in turn, the Father richly rewarded the Scottish athlete. 



And then . . .  there are times when we take off our "running shoes" and become lost in a foreign land--where no one knows us, where our lives become buried in His service; we are planted in the darkness.

What is Liddell mainly known for? His brief Olympic career. The decision that sparked controversy and debate and admiration and thought. But not much is known about what happened to him afterward.

Liddell's love and devotion for Jesus Christ brought him onto the Olympic field of victory and gave him the spiritual victory of refusing to compromise his conscience for the sake of earthly gold. 

It also brought him onto the mission field. There his life was "used up" in a very different way than it had been before. We admire Eric Liddell for his courage and conviction on the Olympic field. I believe that it was that same courage and conviction that drove Liddell into China. 

And there he was "buried." And there he was used quietly for the Lord's purposes--without any physical pomp or wreaths of victory or gold medals. Only spiritual ones. No one sang his praises. No one really noticed him as much. 

How many of us are in a hidden place right now, buried? We have laid aside our gifts and talents for a season or are using them "non-visibly;" in some simple way we serve. 

Sometimes we feel starved. We want to do something "significant," "important." We do not realize that perhaps we ARE doing the most significant thing . . . 

And the Lord has buried us, spoken to us, urged us through His Spirit to lay aside our cherished gifts for awhile to be used in His service in some very quiet, unnoticed way. 

So that when we do emerge from the darkness, like a seed into the spring-light--others will not see us, but Him--as the light of the great Sun is what makes the plant reflecting it a thing of beauty. 

Our gifts are to reflect His pleasure. Our seasons of stillness and quietness, of "buried-ness" are to absorb His pleasure--to grow intimately closer to Him--as Paul did in the years before his ministry. 

There are seasons in our lives of glory and seasons when the Lord speaks and says step back, wait, grow, be used in the quiet places. 

A season of Olympic glory for Eric Liddell, then a season of quiet buried-ness in China. Both seasons greatly used by the Lord, both glorifying to Him. 

And sometimes we think that we need to use all of our gifts all the time . . . but there are seasons, just as the earth bows its head in winter, quietly, humbly and submits to death . . . for the purpose of being resurrected in the spring. And all to reflect the Great Father's glory. 

Oswald Chambers says, 

The great enemy of the life of faith in God is not sin, but the good which is not good enough. The good is always the enemy of the best.


Because whatever God's will is for us in the now, in our present season is His best. 

We lay aside our glory. 

Jesus laid aside His glory . . . the glory rightfully His, the glory of heaven. To become a Man. To humble himself for a season. To be buried. 

Life poured from that buried Seed, resurrected, eternal, joy-filling life.

Our buried seasons will also bring forth life--

They are not wasted. 



Source


For anyone wishing to learn more about the life of Eric Liddell, I have found these to be very good resources:







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Monday, March 30, 2015

The Risen Glory




Cross-made-homely, scorn-crowned, scarred-

the Crucified

His hands in flames


and feet


held captive by the nails


               that tore


His man-garb,


Splattered blood


on windy ground.


The sky


                fell dark


and ominous


The vale, dark-rent and torn asunder


                               while the thunder drowned


the drone of earth


                       As God - as Man


bowed down His head


                         surrendered up His soul


and died. The Crucified--


and It is Finished.


Finished--


                            Father-grace-bestowed


The Son-born-wrath


The anguished face, dark sky


and grace


washed over me


These beams of mercy


flood my soul


with light--------------


His life


                       for mine


                                      The creature-homely


Drinking fully


Deeply-


Glory, glory!


Finished grace


And mercy


                     Wholly


                     Richly satisfied


The blood applied.

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Friday, July 12, 2013

Restored

Suffering breaks upon my soul-

The rain of the leprosy of affliction.

It eats away my flesh, my joy-

The pride of life is gone

Flitting away, like a moth in the wind--

O Lord, restore my joy again

Unite my soul to You in suffering

That I may see

This momentary affliction

As a light weight,

A prelude to dawn, to glory—

O Lord,

Fix my eyes upon Your sweetness,

The light of Your brightness

The radiance from Your scepter in the sky

Heal the wound of my leprosy-

My bitterness

My spirit complaining against Your ways

And let my sinful, pallid flesh

Be restored

In Your joy

By Your Spirit

Through Your hope

For Your glory

Evermore.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Reflection: A Poem

I wrote this when a beloved brother-friend came to salvation in Jesus and in whose life the Son of Light made all things new ...

The beauty of his amber eyes-

         His face

     Alive in light

The Son of Glory rising in the East

              Behind

The mortal clouds—

      The moon

          Now humbly creeps away

                 The day

In every touch and whisper

    Slips

  Into the open sky-

His eyes

   Like amber

            So alive

The sparks of truth and grace

               Proceed forth from the Son

      The living, breathing One

Who steps into a life and makes it new

    The hammer

             That had fallen hard

                   Upon His hands

                His feet—

The hammer

     That had caused Him pain

             And anguish

          Is no more

And life restored

     Lifts up her hands in victory

Free!

   Free am I—

        Through Him

The Man

     The Son of Man, of God,

          The Glory of the Father

Who is the Risen Light

       So bright

     And we are a reflection of that grace-

They see it,

      Do they see it

            In our amber eyes

Ablaze

      Awake

             And full of grace and glory---