I Know Nothing

(This was written one night when I was overwhelmed at how God’s ways are so much higher than mine.)

 

“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”  Isaiah 55:9

 

Lord, I admit that I know nothing of you

I treat you as a common vessel, but you are the holy of holies

I think that you're like me, but I'm supposed to be like you

I think that you are as Greg focused as I am

And that your plans are as small as mine

 

I know nothing of your heart that cries for the lost

Or agonizes for the hurting of this world

I know nothing of your desires for health for the afflicted

Or food for the starving

I know nothing of your dreams for the oppressed

Or your love for the weak ones of this world

 

I know nothing of your call to take up my cross

Nothing of your call to follow you with all my heart

I know nothing of your command to forgive those who wound me

Nothing of your shouts to live a life of self-denial

 

Lord, I know nothing of your command to walk in absolute holiness

To eradicate the lukewarm gray areas of my life

To make all either black or white, hot or cold

So that I am either for you or against you

 

I know nothing of the cry to come out from among this dark world

Nothing of your plea to forsake this world's wealth

I know nothing of the path in which you walked

The path of sacrificial love for the sake of others

 

Lord, I know nothing of worn out jeans or holes in my carpets

Nothing that resembles a "sweet hour of prayer"

I know nothing of forsaking my ways for time spent with you

Nothing of hearing the voice of the Lord

 

Lord, I know nothing of the power that brought everything from nothing

Nothing of the might that hung the moon and flung the stars

I know nothing of the strength that tore down Jericho's walls

Nothing of the majesty that rolled away the stone

 

Lord, I know nothing of the Spirit that moved over the recesses of the deep

Nothing of the One who fought for the Israelites time after time

I know nothing of He whose breath is both life and fire

Nothing of Him who continues to call me deeper and deeper…

 

Lord, I know nothing of how to reach those who live in my neighborhood

Nothing of how to impact those that I see on a daily basis

I know nothing of fishing for men, or laying down my life

Nothing of giving my life away so they might live

 

Lord, after 26 years as a follower, college, and seminary

After teaching Sunday School, leading men, being a Youth Minister and Pastor

After hours upon hours of seeking you and reading the bible many times

I still know nothing of You, I only pretend I do.

 

12-27-07