Those who know, trust

“Trust in and rely confidently on the Lord with all your heart and do not rely on your own insight or understanding” (Proverbs 3:5, AMP).

“Trust Me.” Next to the words, “Do not fear,” “Trust Me,” are the words which God seems to say to me most frequently. No surprise here because the process of trusting my Father constantly and unwaveringly, in all seasons, is an ongoing lesson. Do I have any witnesses?

The original version of the poem below, “Those who know, trust,” was first published on this blog on March 16, 2015. Of the poems I have written, it is one of my favorites because it is an accurate depiction of my process of learning to trust my Father. I thought I would share this slightly revised version, with the hope that it encourages someone.

“Those who know, trust”

“I am with you always,”
The Eternal, Always-Existed One has promised.

Sometimes I stretch full out on His words,
like a home on its foundation.
Pull them up like a blanket,
to keep the chill of the unknown at bay.

At other times I inspect the words carefully,
as if He has a reputation for being untrustworthy.
Testing them like Mr. Beaver in “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe,
tested the ice of the frozen river before trusting his weight to it.

But He is the unchanging One
and the distrust I sometimes feel is baseless,
residual,
an inheritance, as Ann Voskamp notes,
from the first ones created,
who heard a question and believed a lie.

So I reach for the antidote
bottled in Psalm 9:10,
“Those who know Your name trust in You, for You, LORD,
have never forsaken those who seek You.”

Your Name embodies Who You are.
Personal, intimate, growing knowledge of You
is the antidote to distrust.
Seeking to know You intimately must be my primary pursuit.
For those who know, trust.

 

 

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Not history

I know the death of the four girls
Addie Mae Collins
Cynthia Wesley
Carole Robertson
Carol Denise McNair
Killed as a result of the bombing of the 16th Street Baptist Church
In Birmingham, Alabama
On September 15, 1963
Only as history

But the murders of the nine adults
Reverend Clementa Pinckney
Reverend Sharonda Singleton
Dr. Daniel L. Simmons
Mrs. Ethel Lee Lance
Mrs. Cynthia Hurd
Ms. Myra Thompson
Mrs. Susie Jackson
Reverend DePayne Middleton-Doctor
Mr. Tywanza Sanders
Murdered on Wednesday, June 17, 2015
In the Emanuel AME Church
In Charleston, South Carolina
Almost 52 years later
By the same weapons
Racism
Hatred
Evil
This is not history to me
And ushered in unexpected levels of grief
Which seem to grow with each passing day

For the spouses and children
Siblings and grandparents
Uncles and aunts
Cousins
Friends
All whose lives have been unequivocally changed
Including my own

“We have come,” wrote James Weldon Johnson,
“over a way that with tears has been watered,”
“We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered”
Oh, God, why are we are still on this path more than half a century later?
“God, of our weary years,
God of our silent tears
Thou Who has brought us thus far on the way”
Give us grace
Give us strength
Give us unwavering courage and resolve
To eradicate racism and prejudice from our own hearts
And be instruments of Your peace, justice, and reconciliation in our broken world

 

© E. Wright 2015

 

Deep

Deep
Used to refer to profound thoughts
To people seen as wise, reflective
Hues with rich tones

Deep
Also used for places
In the earth
In the waters
Which share the characteristic
Of having areas not visible on the surface
Or easily accessible

Deep
Also includes places You call us to
As in Your instruction to the disciples
“Launch out into the deep and let down your nets.”

Launch out – not associated with ankle deep water
It involves leaving where I am
Moving away from the shoreline
Letting go

Peter asked, “If it is You, bid me come to You.”
Unlike Peter, I am more likely to ask, “Can You come to where I am?
In the boat, hugging the shoreline
Or toes in the water, the rest of my body anchored securely on the shore

It is true that You do come to where I am
In the shallow water
Behind self-erected walls
In prison
In the pit
In relationships that are poisoning me
Food. Habits. People.

You do come but it is not to keep me company
But to lead me out into the
Deep