Foolish Thing

It seemed like a good idea
at the time
to speak, to pray,
“Your servant listens, send me.”

But when He hears and answers,
our hearts chill.
Where are we sent?
Against the strong, wise and cruel.

Surely we shall be found out!
Found as thus–
weak and foolish,
despised and easy to crush.

We question His perception–
with no skill,
and but a child,
and You mean to set us here?

We scramble for protection,
but not His.
This is against
pain and humiliation.

He would not wear that armor
when He came.
It did not fit,
and would have bound Him useless.

We think it depends on us–
insist it.
How we forget–
Not who is sent, but who sends.

Why does it seem easier
to question
God who formed us
than the world set against us?

Frustrate the wise, call the weak.
Those that are,
truly are not.
Impossible! See Him smile?

[Yet still we struggle, of course.
Silly, but
we seem to think
we don’t make a good punch line.]

One Response to Foolish Thing

  1. We think it depends on us–
    insist it.
    How we forget–
    Not who is sent, but who sends.

    This fits so neatly with what the girls and I have been reading in the O.T.

    It is almost comical reading about person after person whom God called whose first response was, “Not me!” for “valid” reasons. Too quiet, too shy, not able to speak well, Oh, Lord, “Not me!”

    And He uses them all mightily for His glory, anyway!

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