"Noisiness makes perfect sense.
You can identify exactly where the rattling noises come from.
Do you remember Alice in Wonderland,
how Alice was either too big or too small?
Because she was never quite the right size, she was continually disoriented.
We all have that problem.
We are the wrong size.
We imagine ourselves to be independent and autonomous :
proud hearts.
We become engrossed in monstrous trivialities of our own devising.
We pursue grandiosities and glories.
One of the symptoms of the disease is that we become noisy inside.
....vainglory.
Or, in Macbeth's bitter words:
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
Of course, this doesn't seem like much of a problem while we busily telemarket our pride to ourselves and others. "I just want respect...I don't want much. IF only I had better health, a little more money, a more meaningful job, nicer clothes...then I'd be statisfied. Doesn't God want me to feel good? I want to have more self-confidence, to believe in myself...I want MY WAY, I WANT THE GOODIES,. I WANT GLORY. I WANT GOD TO DO MY WILL. I WANT TO BE GOD....Doesn't everybody?
Our slavery to the corruption that is in the world by lust seems so plausible. Our restless disorientation seems so natural, so desirable. But it's noisy. The noise tips us off to what's going on. The static of anxiety, irritation, despondency, or ambition makes sense from within the logic of a proud heart. If you are not proud, then quietness and composure make sense."
Seeing With NeEw Eyes David Powlison
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