Puzzled and the Master Puzzler

Who has measured the Spirit of the Lord,
    or what man shows him his counsel?
Whom did he consult,
    and who made him understand?
Who taught him knowledge,
    and showed him the way of understanding?
Behold, the nations are like a drop from a bucket,
    and are accounted as the dust on the scales.

To whom then will you liken God,
    or what likeness compare with him?

Do you not know? Do you not hear?
    Has it not been told you from the beginning?
    Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth?
It is he who sits above the circle of the earth;
who stretches out the heavens like a curtain…
who brings princes to nothing,
    and makes the rulers of the earth as emptiness.

Lift up your eyes on high and see:
    who created these?
He who brings out their host by number,
    calling them all by name;
by the greatness of his might
    and because he is strong in power,
    not one is missing.

Have you not known? Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
    the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He does not faint or grow weary;
    his understanding is unsearchable.” Isaiah 40:13-15,18,21-23,26,28

I am God, and there is no other;
    I am God, and there is none like me,
declaring the end from the beginning
    and from ancient times things not yet done,
saying, ‘My counsel shall stand,
    and I will accomplish all my purpose.'” Isaiah 46:9-10

With no picture as guide, starting to work a puzzle begins with assembling and connecting what fits together. I like to complete the edge, know the boundaries, get a sense of the whole– but that is not to be! While I’ve finally completed large parts of a many-distanced view, I am still baffled at the outskirts, and large sections of the middle. What did the artist place here, and what is the overall picture?

When almost every aspect of our civil and commercial life has been disrupted and is changing daily, we understand parts of what is happening but cannot humanly grasp the big picture. The more information we gain, the wider spread the view: how far-reaching, how deep, will be the effects of this pandemic and the alterations to the world as we have known it?

I find myself on my knees, seeking the Master Puzzler who not only knows the whole plan, but created the masterpiece. He carefully shapes all the pieces of life and fits them together with beautiful precision. He made the foreground and the distant future as Lord of the beginning and the end, unfolding in increments as He sees fit. He made the carpet weavers, flower gardeners, architects and boat builders and sailors. He is active in the the convicting and cleansing of hearts, the research and discoveries of the mind, and the unseen spiritual battles that rage. He will bring to pass His good counsel and pleasure. (Isaiah 46:9-11; Romans 8:27; Ephesians 6:12; Revelation 1:8;22:13)

Lord on High, teach me what all this means, reveal Yourself and how You would have me live. Revive my spirit and mind so nothing is wasted in Your glorious economy. I trust You to work in and through me as one tiny piece of Your holy, eternal purpose.

 

2 thoughts on “Puzzled and the Master Puzzler”

  1. My first thought is that of Scripture which says it all: “What is man that you are mindful of him?” But God is mindful of us and desires our worship for Him and all that he has accomplished – the ultimate sacrifice of giving His Son for our redemption. Our response: praise and adoration for the God we love but cannot truly fully understand.

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  2. There have been so many changes of life for almost all living on planet Earth, it is beyond comforting that our God has planned it ALL from the beginning and to the end of time for us on earth. He, unlike many of us, never changes His mind or His plan. Now that in itself does not completely calm the anxious mind . That is, unless we meditate on what our God has told us, and it is ultimately for our good. Singing is a healing balm for the Christian. Consider Hugh Stowell’s quieting hymn: “From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; ‘Tis found beneath the mercy seat. Omay my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy seat.” Or, Joseph Scriven’s “What a Friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer.”
    A lot of words, but Big Truth

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