A lot has occurred in my life since I wrote my last English blog in November and posted the last Italian blog in March. Two days after Christmas my parents visited us in Verona, it was the first time my 75-year-old mom had ever flown. While walking downtown on January 3rd she had a massive stroke and was in the hospital for a month before flying back to the States, my dad hardly left her side.
I continue to spend untold hours studying the Italian language that I might effectively preach the gospel. Each week much of my time is spent in evangelism, Bible studies, tract distribution, sermon development and investing in the Italian people that I love. Earlier this year we also spent months preparing for a summer mission team from one of our supporting churches.
Sandy, in spite of some health issues, continues to pour herself into our family. Planning family days, leading us in adventures, organizing crafts and games for the kids, baking with Pearl, hosting Italian friends for dinner, monotonous daily duties, and so much more keep her always on the move.
The kids have finished another school year and next week they will begin a new one. Isaiah and Pearl are growing up far too quickly for their parents liking, they continually entertain us, and both constantly have an eye on what tomorrow holds.
There have been so many things occur in our lives that I have wished to record with a blog, so many observations in life I would have liked to jot down and post on our website. There have been many interesting happenings in society and the world that warranted a thoughtful reflection that sometimes only writing can clarify and crystallize the arguments that flow in my mind – things like the presidential election, BLM, transgender and sexual identity, the earthquake in Amatrice, and so many more.
As much as I would like to have been consistent in writing, I never made the time. I never arranged my busy schedule to include submitting a weekly blog. This past week, as I determined to once again begin to write, I decided to continue with my observations of Stephen Charnock’s puritan classic The Existence and Attributes of God, and as chapter 5 addresses the eternity of God I was struck by the thought that God never has to “make time” or arrange his schedule to do anything. God is eternal. Time is but a drop surrounded by the endless ocean of his eternity.
To be in time is to have a beginning – to be before all time is never to have a beginning but always to be. God always was, always is, and always will be what he is. He is always the same perfection. As nothing is past or future in regard of his essence so nothing is past or future with him in regard of knowledge.
Volume 1 Chapter 5: On The Eternity of God
The consideration of the eternal duration of God is both a comfort as well as a great challenge. A comfort in that it is impossible a Christian, who is united to the immortal God, can ever perish. Should the Lord’s return tarry, death will seize upon us by God’s irreversible decree however our Creator will cause death to “disgorge his morsel,” as the whale did Jonah, and land the believer in a glorious immortality with a changeless God.
As Charnock notes, the happiness of our souls depends upon his many other attributes but the perpetuity of it depends upon his eternity. Would there be any comfort in God’s wisdom if it could be confounded? Is there any solace in a mercy that can expire? Any security in truth that can perish with the subject of it?
For some time since having read this chapter I have been deeply affected by the thought of my sins committed against an eternal God. Please understand, I do not fear and worry as an unbeliever – how dreadful is the thought of lying under the endless punishing stroke of an eternal Judge? However, I am bothered by the fact that sins of mine long since committed, though in my past, are in regard of God’s eternity present with him. All things are before God at once – our sins are before him as if committed this very moment, though perhaps committed long ago. In other words, even though my sins are under the blood and his wrath poured out upon his Son on the cross in my stead, I’m bothered by my oft indifference and forgetfulness of how I have grieved my God and Saviour.
Man is made for eternity. To an eternity we must go and live as long as God himself lives. As each tick of the clock draws us nearer our mortal end, I don’t want to waste time, take sin lightly, or dishonor God with a life unworthy of his unlimited perfection. May we resolve to say with the psalmist: “I will sing unto the LORD as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.” (Psalm 104:33)