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You Came At The Wrong Time

Can anything really come at the wrong time? Does the right time ever really feel right? Even the right time will feel wrong. Aren’t we always going to be challenged by the next step?

I was supposed to be single for a while. At least six months. Now who knows? It is silly to wait when someone who seems to match your passion for life and the kingdom of heaven is right in front of you.

As he thrusts the most beloved before him, tender even in his hardness, the jealous one—, thus I thrust this blissful hour before me.

Away with you, you blissful hour! With you there came to me an involuntary bliss! I stand here ready for my deepest pain:—you came at the wrong time!

Away with you, you blissful hour! Rather seek shelter there—with my children! Hurry! And bless them before evening with my happiness!

There evening already approaches: the sun sinks. Away—my happiness!—

Thus spoke Zarathustra. And he waited for his misfortune the whole night: but he waited in vain. The night remained clear and calm and happiness itself came closer and closer to him. But towards morning Zarathustra laughed in his heart and said mockingly: “Happiness runs after me. That is because I do not run after women. But happiness is a woman.”

I read this page of Thus Spoke Zarathustra and I zero in on, “You came at the wrong time.”

But, no, it’s not possible to come at the wrong time with a sovereign God.

Relationships are not for the faint of heart. A relationship should be your happiness, but it is also another challenge leading you toward your holiness. It’ll demand that you become full enough in yourself through Christ to share it with someone. Enjoy your blissful hours together where you have them, but expect something far richer than bliss. The Lord will not let your heart alone in it for long. He is greedy for you, always claiming more, making you more like him.

Nothing can come at the wrong time. And to where has it come, anyway? Surely God knows the time and I have no doubt that it is right. The question is: for what is the time right? How shall I approach this oh-so-right time?

I will never stop asking it.


A Drink Offering

I was just reading Philippians and ran across a line where Paul says, “Even if I am to be poured out as a drink offering upon the sacrificial offering of your faith, I am glad and rejoice with you all.”

I am familiar with this idea, but I’ve never paid any attention to that specific verse before.

In the old testament, there is a scene–I don’t remember where it is–but God wants to wipe out the people and Moses stands in the gap and says that he would rather be cut off so that the people could know God than to experience God himself.

That is love.

Jesus made that sacrifice ultimately.

The heart of the Lord, which is the heart I seek to have, is that I would become a sacrifice upon the altar of someone else’s faith.

To have that heart would be a miracle. I am not made to love like that apart from his work.


UPDATE: Reading this verse brought to mind a chapter in Nietzsche’s Thus Spoke Zarathustra in which he says, “Of all that is written I love only what a man has written with his blood. Write with blood, and you will find that blood is spirit.”

Since then, I have pieced together various other sources that discuss the theme of bloodwriting and self-sacrifice. I hope to expand these ideas for an R&S blog post in the near future. If I finish and they take it, I will post the link on this site for you.