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When worlds collide

Four words for dealing with difference.

Subversive Fulfillment. 
This comes from J.H.Bavinck via Daniel Strange's  For their rock is not as our rock.

Fulfilment is all very C.S.Lewis. It's the observation that for all of us there are desires that point to a reality beyond where we seek them. You want the right thing but you're looking in the wrong place. It's affirmative and offers Christ. To not do this is to miss a thousand opportunities for common ground in our shared humanity. The only way to life is through death to the old destination.

Subversion comes from a different direction. It says, what you're desiring is wrong. It's Christ the confrontationalist. This feels harder to do. Emotional intelligence tells us to win people, to get onside. But Christ is not only an arm around the shoulder but the one whose arm stands against us in places. The only way to life is through death to our old desire.

Christ is always both of these. Either one without the other fai…

Be still, my soul: the Lord is on your side

Be still, my soul: the Lord is on your side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to your God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: your best, your heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end

Be still, my soul: your God does undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Your hope, your confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

In you I rest, in you I found my hope
In you I trust, you never let me go
I place my life, within your hands alone
Be still my soul.

Be still, my soul: He anguished in the Garden
Beneath your burden, now become His own
With bloodied brow He toiled for your pardon
That you might never face your sin alone
Be still, my soul: your Jesus wept that night
That at His dawn, your tears might be dried

Be still, my soul: now death is just a slumber
Only three days it fought …