Perhaps you’re struggling with with worth—either that of yourself or someone else. Perhaps it seems that person you’re sharing the gospel with will never believe, or that you are too far gone to know the Lord’s grace. I came across this poem that celebrates how God can take what seems worthless and make it new.
Paul Laurence Dunbar’s “We Wear the Mask” resonates all the more deeply with American citizens given all that’s gone on in the media, cities, and minority/police relations. It rings of the psalms.
Often, we’re like Thomas, not convinced of God’s goodness and care until we see his scares. “Edward Shillito,” John Stott writes, “shattered by the carnage of the First World War, found comfort in the fact that Jesus was able to show his disciples the scares of his crucifixion. It inspired him to write his poem, ‘Jesus of the Scars’:”
If you strip a hymn of its melody, what you often find is a wonderful poem. Such is the case with these verses below, written by Benjamin Beddome upon his son’s death.
Trials and circumstances rarely greet us warmly. Especially when they shift and multiply, morphing into daunting options. See how Elisabeth Elliot faced this reality with this poem.
My pastor often says, “feelings are good and unreliable.” That truth is echoed so clearly in these verses etched by Martin Luther.