“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?” Jer. 17:9. Learn much of the Lord Jesus. For every look at yourself, take ten looks at Christ. He is altogether lovely. Such infinite majesty, and yet such meekness and grace, and all for sinners, even the chief! Live much in the smiles of God. Bask in his beams. Feel his all-seeing eye settled on you in love, and repose in his almighty arms . . . Let your soul be filled with a heart-ravishing sense of the sweetness and excellency of Christ and all that is in Him. Let the Holy Spirit fill every chamber of your heart; and so there will be no room for folly, or the world, or Satan, or the flesh."
He is altogether lovely.
Oh, and how grateful I am that we can know this love! How ready I am to "live much in the smiles of God" and "bask in his beams." This kind of delight in the Lord not only purifies, but it also protects and perseveres.
When all our delight is found in the One whose love and joy can never be exhausted, we are always safe and always secure. We are swept up into celebration and nestled into the friendliest nook - in the cleft of the Rock. When all our delight is found in Christ, we dance as David - unashamed and giddy with praise in front of the Lord. When all our delight is in the Lord, all our despair and defeat are drowned out.
And, you've never seen such perseverance as Christ-drenched delight. Christ, the image of the invisible God who holds all things together and in whom all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell (Colossians 1), has made a way for me through the blood of the cross. I can never run far enough to forget this delight - this deep gladness of rescue and this gift of new life. The delight chases me with thunderstorms and children's smiles and the taste of a homemade, family dinner.
This delight pushes out from every corner of my soul and expands it, leaving no room for sin or folly or Satan. This delight perseveres to consume a life, even the life where wickedness once reigned.
This delight that purifies, protects, and perseveres is as steadfast as a one hundred-year-old oak tree. Today, I'm resting in its shade with thanks enough for one hundred years.