Complete has a faster footspeed than my best race pace. I've chased it enough to know it's always just beyond my reach. A quiet morning is sometimes the best backdrop to be still and let truth sink in. That's where I am this morning - sitting while white hot Truth is sinking in deep. And the word complete makes sense at this speed.
Some days, I chase wholeness with diet soda and frenzied activity. Other days I chase it curled up with books and blankets. All the chasing and the doing feels like the fastest way to accomplish completeness. It feels productive and shrewd and mature to be busy with all the right things.
But complete has a faster footspeed than my best race pace, and the only way I've ever caught up to feel the fullness of it is to just be still. This stanza from the hymn "It is Finished" by James Proctor captures the beauty of completeness in just the way this morning needs.
Cast your deadly “doing” down— Down at Jesus’ feet; Stand in Him, in Him alone, Gloriously complete.
Yes, often my "doing" is deadly and must be cast at Jesus' feet. It's strange how tightly I can hold something that kills me - how firmly I can grip something that eats away completeness from the inside. How foolish I am to cling to the very thing that prevents wholeness (in an effort to make myself whole). It sounds dreadful.
I praise God for Truth in the stillness on Wednesday mornings, when the birds and the neighbors and the buzz of traffic accompany my reverie. I praise God for inviting me to cast my deadly "doing" down at His feet (time and time again). I praise God for His sufficiency that makes me whole. I praise God for the work of Christ, where I am complete.
There is nothing I can do that will get me closer to what's been done.
I am complete - gloriously complete and that is sealed by the finished work of Christ on the cross. No amount of doing or chasing or wishing or wasting can come close to accomplishing what Christ did. So, the best thing to do in the stillness of a Wednesday morning is praise. I will praise today with my feet planted firmly in Him alone.