Monthly Archives: December 2018

A NOTE TO A DEAR FRIEND

[I’ve just now added a few sentences to the note I originally sent to my friend. D.C.]

Emerson said we don’t make friends–they’re given to us by God. I do believe that with a settled conviction.

I’m aware of the sociological structure of reality and I accept all that it tells us about humans creating the various worlds in which they live and the relationships they create in all the complex ways [known and unknown, obvious and mysterious] that relationships are made. None of this we reject, nor should we reject it for God made humans as humans and to be humans so we’re involved in creating worlds. But beyond our engagement in this truth and in these realities there is an overshadowing grace, always offering, always helping, always shaping [without forcing  or coercion] hearts and minds and taking opportunity in “chance” events to bring lives together. How is that we happened to meet though born and raised half a world apart and what was it that lit a flame that has stayed warm, bright and alive for these 53 years?
We say “Who?” rather than simply “what?” And He does it invisibly, without noise, incognito and with full use of humans as humans. And because He operates this way sociologists like Berger, Luckmann, Durkheim or Gottwald are strongly tempted to reduce the entire process to the horizontal and to human creativeness.
But Jesus won’t have it. The entire Holy Scriptures, read as a single unfolding drama won’t have it. If there is anything good in life, truly good and noble and honorable and warm and lovely and joy-bringing, it is the work of the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ who works with and in and through humans to whom He gave and gives creative power to enrich and bless and beautify. And though we see ugliness and other things, a single strong, sweet, honorable love multiplied by millions defies a graceless world.
There’s always the mystery as to how God allows humans to be humans, free in their choices to do this rather than that or that rather than this; to do it  here rather than there; at this time rather than some other time—-the mystery of how He can choose to allow all that and still be the author of what is beautiful and lasting, warm and ennobling, pleasure and adventure-bringing.
In the end, looking back at it all we know beyond rational debate that we really did have an actual hand in the making of it and that our background and life experiences and situations had definite input. It wasn’t done without us. We know that! And then if we’re blessed as you and I have been blessed by His shaping, we know beyond “proof” that He behind the scenes was enjoying Himself in bringing the lovely and never-ending thing about.
He’s doing it ceaselessly even in these moments and He will continue to do it.

He did it for me with us.