A Prayer For the New Year

As you begin this new year, here is a simple prayer to help you lean on God – all-wise, all-loving and changeless in these things.

Grant, O Lord,
that as the years change,
I may find rest in Your eternal changelessness.
May I meet this new year bravely,
secure in the faith that,
while we come and go,
and life changes around us,
You are always the same,
guiding us with Your wisdom,
and protecting us with Your love. Amen.
—William Temple (1881–1944)

Happy new year !

A Five-Fold Framework to Focus on Christ in the New Year

Ushering in a new year grants families the opportunity to delight in all God has done and gaze forward at the refining yet to happen. As you look toward a new year, consider as a family using the following framework provided by the collection of Puritan prayers and devotions titled Valley of Vision.  

Why Demons Wish You a Merry Christmas!

After looking at the very real Spiritual warfare surrounding the incarnation in Rev. 12 this past Sunday (12/30/18), I thought this insightful piece by  Greg Morse might be a good complement to our reflections.  It’s written in the style of C. S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters, with a senior tempter (demon) advising a protege on matters of Christmas.

The philosopher Soren Kierkegaard lived a brief life (of only 42 years) in Denmark in the 19th century. soren_kierkegaard_drawing_niels_christian_kierkegaard In his Philosophical Fragments, he tells a parable entitled “The King and the Maiden” in an attempt to explain some of God’s motivations behind the Incarnation. The parable goes like this (as retold by David Jeremiah):

Imagine there was a King who loved a humble maiden. She had no royal pedigree, no education, no standing in the royal court. She dressed in rags. She lived in a hovel; she lived the ragged life of a peasant. But for reasons no one could quite figure out, the King fell in love with this girl in the way the kings sometimes do. Why he should love her was beyond explaining, but love her he did, and he could not stop loving her.

One day there awoke in the heart of the King an anxious thought: “How in the world is he going to reveal his love to this girl? How could he bridge the chasm that separated the two of them?” His advisers, of course, told him that all he had to do was command her to become his queen, and it would be done. For he was a man of immense power, every statesman feared his wrath, every foreign power trembled before him, and every courtier groveled in the dust at the King’s voice.

This poor peasant girl would have no power to resist; she would have to become the queen!

But power, even unlimited power, cannot command love. The King could force her body to be present in the palace, but he could not force love to be present in her heart. He might be able to gain her obedience this way but coerced submission is not what he wanted. He longed for intimacy of heart and oneness of spirit, and all the power in the world cannot unlock the human heart—it must be opened from within.

So he met with his advisers once again and they suggested he try to bridge the chasm by elevating her to his position. He could shower her with gifts, dress her in purple and silk, and have her crowned the queen. But if he brought her to his palace, if he radiated the sun of his magnificence over her, if she saw all the wealth, pomp, and power of his greatness, then she would be overwhelmed. How would he ever know if she loved him for himself, or for all that he had given her? And how could she know that he loved her, and would love her still if she had remained only a humble peasant? Would she be able to summon confidence enough never to remember what the king only wished to forget—that he was the king and she had been a humble maiden?

Every alternative he came up with came to nothing. There was only one way. So one day the king arose, took off his crown, relinquished his scepter, laid aside his royal robes, and he took upon himself the life of a peasant. He dressed in rags, scratched out a living in the dirt, groveled for food, and dwelt in hovel.

He did not just take on the outward appearance of a servant, he became a servant–it was his actual life, his actual nature, his actual burden. He became as ragged as the one he loved so that she could be his forever. It was the only way. His raggedness became the very signature of his presence.

Of course no parable explains every aspect of the spiritual truth it communicates, but Kierkegaard’s story illustrates an important point. When the Son of God became one of us, he demonstrated the incomprehensible love of God for us and his inexpressible grace towards us (Rom 5:8; Phil 2:5-11; Heb 2:14-18).

Merry Christmas from all of us at the Bush Center for Faith and Culture!

This blog is cross-posted at http://www.theologyforthechurch.com and www.betweenthetimes.com.

Ken Keathley – NW Member and Director of the L. Russ Bush Center for Faith and Culture and Senior Professor of Theology  at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary in Wake Forest, NC.