"not because if who i am,
but because of what You've done.
not because of what i've done,
but because of who You are..."
Casting Crowns' "Who am I" found its way to the top of my mental playlist this morning.
Here's how it started. I was reading this Scripture from Jeremiah 31:3:
The Lord had appeared of old unto
saying, "Yea, I have loved thee
with an everlasting love,
therefore with loving kindness
have I drawn thee..."
Now, I've long-loved this particular Scripture for its use of the word "drawn."
As a child I imagined God with a box of crayons, drawing a picture of me. With a chimney-topped house and lollipop trees in the background. A bright yellow sun overhead. God was designing me -- and my life.
Then, some years ago that image shifted. I would read the passage and think of God as turning on the tap. Like drawing a bath. Drawing, from the infinite well of His infinite resources -- whatever He needed me to be. I was not coming into the demands of any given moment with a set of skills, gifts, or talents that are personally circumscribed, but with an open willing heart. And from the spigot of that willingness, God draws forth whatever is needed in service to Him -- and his creation.
But earlier this week, as I was reading this oh-so-familiar passage, a different image crossed my heart. It was of an archer drawing an arrow. It, quite literally, stopped me in my tracks. Now, I am not an archer. I don't have much experience with archery -- other than the fact that my husband teaches it at camp, and I read "Zen and the Art of Archery," many years ago.
But as that image came into focus, so did the spiritual implications of being the arrow that God is drawing.
An archer draws an arrow with intention. He takes aim. I actually felt that I could trust that God was aiming me with a precise aim -- or purpose -- in Mind. It moved me very deeply. I had been feeling -- since the girls left for college -- a clear sense of my work, but very aimless when it came to any interests outside of the office. I thought of myself as the person who used to spend all of my discretionary time following my daughters' soccer, school, camp, Polocrosse, Cowboy Mounted Shooting, etc. interests.
I loved to knit, but I'd knitted items for everyone I knew and had become the woman who knitted and then unraveled her knitting just to save money of yarn since I couldn't think of anyone who wanted another scarf, skirt, or hat.
I loved to bake, but without the girls here to eat or share what I baked, it just sat there. I love to write, but after 750 of these posts, I wondered if I was just speaking to myself. And anyway, I had begun to realize that if I couldn't communicate a concept in five short lines of poetry, I should probably sit with it a bit longer.
I have always know that a sustainable life is one that is Love-impelled. It is why I do the work that I do. I have no desire to ever retire. I love it so much. And I better, because it is what I do all day, every day, because it brings me so much joy. But what else should I be doing? I kept thinking I had to find something, decide to pursue something.
This image of the archer shifted all of that. It wasn't up to me to figure anything out. I could trust that every moment of every day the Archer was drawing me with perfect, precise aim. I would hit my target, not because I had decided to "follow my heart," but because I was an arrow in His quiver. Drawn for a purpose. Never a randomly flung arrow from the Archers bow.
In talking with our Sunday School class this morning, about this image this morning, another insights was shared. When an archer draws His bow back, it is to give perspective. I could trust that when I was drawn back - by divine Love -- into recalling a past experience, insight, or lesson learned, it was for a purpose. I could trust that. It was never without a precise purpose. Again, there was no random or reckless flinging of arrows by the divine Archer.
Suddenly the definition of "sin" that I'd never fully gotten behind made a bit more sense. I'd always felt perplexed when someone shared that "sin" was defined as "missing the mark." My favorite etymological definition of sin was "to sunder, or to separate."
I didn't like the "missing the mark" definition because it ratified the false (for me) view of man as self-determined. A mortal who could "go rogue." Someone who could separate himself from an all-powerful, all-knowing God and make mistakes, bad choices, and wrong decisions.
But this view of God as the Archer changed that for me. Mary Baker Eddy states in Science and Health with Key the Scriptures that:
"The believe in sin is punished,
so long as the belief lasts..."
And elsewhere she writes:
alias rising above corporeal personality,
is what reforms the sinner and destroys sin."
I am not the archer. I cannot miss the mark, because I was never given a arrow -- I am the arrow. I am what God is drawing into precise purpose and given accurate focus to. I can't help but hit His mark.
I don't have to decide to be -- or do -- anything. I just need to be a ready arrow in the Archer's quiver. Divine Love with use me with perfect accuracy. The peace that this has given me is deep and satisfying.
In her poem, "Satisfied," Eddy assures us:
"It matters not,
what be Thy lot,
so Love doth guide..."
In the hands of the Archer -- I am guided each moment towards the mark for which I am intended. I am drawn for a holy purpose. And He never misses. Whether the target is college, a new hobby, job, community, or relationship. You are a perfect arrow in Love's quiver.
offered with Love,