“Nothing shall be impossible unto you.” Matthew 17:20
It is possible, for those who really are willing to reckon on the power of the Lord for keeping and victory, to lead a life in which His promises are taken as they stand and are found to be true.
It is possible to cast all our care upon Him daily and to enjoy deep peace in doing it.
It is possible to have the thoughts and imaginations of our hearts purified, in the deepest meaning of the word.
It is possible to see the will of God in everything, and to receive it, not with sighing, but with singing.
It is possible by taking complete refuge in Divine power to become strong through and through; and, where previously our greatest weakness lay, to find that things which formerly upset all our resolves to be patient, or pure, or humble, furnish today an opportunity—through Him who loved us, and works in us an agreement with His will and a blessed sense of His presence and His power—to make sin powerless over us.
These things are DIVINE POSSIBILITIES, and because they are His work, the true experience of them will always cause us to bow lower at His feet and to learn to thirst and long for more. We cannot possibly be satisfied with anything less—each day, each hour, each moment, in Christ, through the power of the Holy Spirit—than to WALK WITH GOD. (Streams in the Desert)
I rolled in just after midnight following a late night class with graduate students who are eager to recover the biblical meaning of evangelism. After checking emails and calendar, I remembered that I am one day away from being officially a year older, placing me nearer my own curtain call than ever before. The term “birthday” seems obvious enough. The word comes from the Middle English byrthe, which may be related to the old Welsh word brith, meaning blemish or pimple. Now we’re getting somewhere. Modern definitions treat birthdays as the anniversary of the day on which a person was born, typically treated as an occasion for celebration and the giving of gifts. A sober view is that it marks the day from which we start counting down to the end.
A decidedly elevated perspective on birthdays is to acknowledge them as another opportunity to breathe and hope and love. I do not know what today holds, and doubt that anyone ever really does; instead, I speak in terms of expectation. I expect to brew coffee and deliver a cup to my wife in the morning before inhaling my own. I expect to complete work responsibilities on time, then settle in for the duration in comfort clothes and with comfort food. I expect that I will fall asleep in my recliner on cue, protest to my wife I was only resting my eyes, then rouse myself enough to take out the dog and collapse into bed. These are the routines and I predict, but the day will also doubtless be replete with unexpected opportunity to detect the hand of God, to observe incarnation at work, to be the evidence that God still walks among us and that the Creator cares more than just a little. Rather than resigning myself to the inevitability of the end, I will embrace the beauty of each moment as a beginning.