Walk in Wisdom – Gleanings from the Scriptures
Rom. 5.1 Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Every human being needs peace with God. In truth, even though many may not be aware of it – we are at war with him from birth. At war over the issue of who has the right of supremacy over our souls. By nature, we want to reserve that right for ourselves. By Divine right, it belongs to God as Creator. In truth, nothing is so satisfying and liberating as being brought out of bondage to the whim and will of an evil despot (self), into the glorious freedom of God’s rule and reign where sin’s chains are broken, the tyranny of death is abolished, the stain of guilt is removed, and the dark weight of shame is lifted off of our shoulders. The two poems below bring the contrast between these two states into brilliant clarity. The first, the well known Invictus by W. E. Henley, has become the humanist’s mantra. The second – by the lesser known Dorothea Day perfectly articulates the antithesis. He whom the Son sets free, is free indeed!
Invictus, W. E. Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced or cried aloud,
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade;
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
Conquered, Dorothea Day
Out of the light that dazzles me
Bright as the sun from pole to pole,
I thank the God I know to be
For Christ – the conqueror of my soul.
Since His the way of circumstance
I would not wince nor cry aloud.
Under that rule which men call chance,
My head, with joy, is humbly bowed.
Beyond this place of sin and tears,
That life with Him! And His the aid
That, spite the menace of the years,
Keeps, and will keep, me unafraid.
I have no fear though strait the gate;
He cleared from punishment the scroll.
Christ is the Master of my fate;
Christ is the Captain of my soul!.