I've been wanting to blog for a while on this last passage I read because it was so good. It's from Romans 8:18-21.
I love the poem that Ortlund put with this passage. It's written by Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847, (don't know him, but I like what he wrote). It's from a book called Hymns as Poetry by Tom Ingram and Douglas Newton.
Then why should I murmur when trials are near?
Be hushed, my dark spirit! The worst that can come
But shortens thy journey and hastens thee home.
It is not for me to be seeking my bliss
And building my hopes in a region like this.
I look for a city which hands have not piled,
I pant for a country by sin undefiled.
Let doubt then and danger my progress oppose;
They only make heaven more sweet at the close.
Come joy or come sorrow, what'er may befall,
An hour with my God will make up for it all.
I struggle with rejoicing in trials, but for me, this poem has really put a tangible meaning on it. The writer is saying that suffering only makes heaven seem sweeter and nearer, so let it come! I confess, I am too weak in my faith to ask for trials, but reading this passage has given me a peace, and yes, even a joy in suffering.