When my atheist-father married my backslider-mother during WW2, she was his ‘number one’ love: first in his heart, his thoughts, his life, his plans; very satisfactory! However, just after I was born Dad was totally transformed by a glorious encounter with Yahshua, then Mum experienced a reality that her religious upbringing had denied her; and the ‘number one’ place in their affections, life and home changed dramatically. I grew up, therefore, in a household where passionate parents put Yahshua first in everything. He was a daily reality; consulted regularly; the first place to run with troubles, the first Person to thank for blessings; vividly alive and caring.
Who is He, this Head of our household? What does it mean to put Him first? That He graciously assists me in all I must do? That He makes sure the bills get paid, the children are fed, prayers are answered? Or is it more than that? It’s so easy to look upon Him simply as the source of supply, when His place is that of Supreme Commander, in Whose service I am humbly engaged. Even when I feel bogged down with the ordinariness of life, with nothing amazing to report or enjoy, I am still His servant, and I’m challenged to maintain that mindset.
“Character,” said D.L. Moody, “is what a man is in the dark!” When we are ‘in the dark’ it’s easy to feel that Yahweh has abandoned us, or that Yahshua isn’t listening, or maybe that we should be somewhere else; even to worry that we may be ‘planted’ in the wrong place. We need to recognise that we walk with Yahweh, under Yahshua’s command, regardless of what is happening in our lives. “Where we are placed,” states Oswald Chambers astonishingly, “is a matter of indifference; [Yahweh] engineers the goings.”
Awareness of the supremacy of Yahshua in my life develops as I take time to know Him for myself. If I want to understand and know His sovereignty I must take time to be alone with Him. Let me not strive, let me submit; let me not worry, let me trust. He is my Supreme Commander, everything is in control.
Photo copyright Val Warsop
Peter & Joyce Warsop on their wedding day in 1942