Le serviteur hébreu (2)

Christ a aimé l'assemblée (l'église) et s'est livré lui-même pour elle. Éphésiens 5. 25

Depuis six ans je sers. J'ai œuvré pour mon maître,
Répondant chaque jour à ce qu'il désirait;
Serviteur acheté, j'ai payé cette dette:
Je peux enfin partir, la loi me le permet.
 

Mais dans cette maison se sont tissés des liens
Plus forts que l'esclavage, plus puissants que la loi;
C'est un motif plus grand, plus beau qui me retient,
Et cette liberté, je ne la prendrai pas.
 

Mon maître m'a donné, au cours de mon service,
Une femme que j'aime, puis des enfants sont nés,
Pour lui, pour elle, pour eux, je fais ce sacrifice:
Je ne veux pas quitter ceux qu'il m'a confiés.
 

La marque douloureuse, qui restera gravée,
Sera comme un témoin de ce renoncement;
Mon oreille percée parlera désormais
De l'amour pour mon maître, ma femme et mes enfants.
 

Comme ce serviteur, Christ a aimé son Dieu,
Son église chérie, chacun des rachetés.
La trace du supplice, dans son corps glorieux,
Redira son amour durant l'éternité.

R.A. (d'après Exode 21. 1-6)


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The Ease of Ingratitude

Since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful. Hebrews 12:28

Thankfulness is the soil in which joy thrives.

Thwip, thwap. Thwip, thwap.

The windshield wipers slamming back and forth trying to keep up with the pelting rain only added to my irritation as I adjusted to driving the used car I had just purchased—an old station wagon with 80,000+ miles and no side-impact airbag protection for the kids.

Let us not let the trials of the moment strip us of the memory of God's protection.

To get this station wagon, and some badly needed cash for groceries, I had sold the last “treasure” we owned: a 1992 Volvo station wagon with side-impact airbag protection for the kids. By then, everything else was gone. Our house and our savings had all disappeared under the weight of uncovered medical expenses from life-threatening illnesses.

“Okay, God,” I actually said out loud, “now I can’t even protect my kids from side-impact crashes. If anything happens to them, let me tell You what I’m going to do . . .”

Thwip, thwap. Thwip, thwap. (Gulp.)

I was instantly ashamed. In the previous 2 years God had spared both my wife and my son from almost certain death, and yet here I was whining about “things” I had lost. Just like that I’d learned how quickly I could grow ungrateful to God. The loving Father, who did not spare His own Son so I could be saved, had actually spared my son in a miraculous fashion.

“Forgive me, Father,” I prayed. Already done, My child.

How easy it is, Lord, to let the trials of the moment strip us of the memory of Your protection and provision. Praise You, Father, for Your patience and Your unending, unconditional love.