The Father is in me and I am in the Father
I was daily his delight,
Rejoicing before him always. Proverbs 8:30
Read John 10:31—38
Blasphemy! Jesus, threatened with death by stoning! Blasphemy, the charge for which he was crucified.[1] I have lived days in which I have heard plenty of blasphemy, too, and those who burst out with it have had no intention of revealing God to me. But I can take extraordinary comfort from this: it is precisely and fully and sufficiently to reveal God to me that Jesus came. I need not search elsewhere. In him I know God. In fact, apart from Jesus God is hidden from me. Wherever else I could look would be a false trail. Really, wouldn’t that be the real blasphemy? Now that I know Jesus, would it not be blasphemy to look anywhere else? But this is not to make me spiritually lazy, conceited or proud. There are no grounds here for that dreaded religious hypocrisy because every day has been given to me to actually know God and to walk with him at greater depth and in greater fruitfulness.[2]
Father, dear Father, how beautiful you are as I see you in the Son. How beautiful are your works as I see them in the Son. I have the precious Gospel record. It is sufficient for me. I see you drawing people out of darkness into light, sickness to health, from isolation to communion; out of a life lost, the bereft life, the hostile life, to the pleasure of companionship with you, to the beauty of your face. I see the action of Jesus frustrating my fruitless ways, and pouring into my life what he has had from the very beginning, his participation in all the ways of the Father. As I wait on you, in the Spirit, reveal to me your work, even one sign of it, reveal to me where you have left your mark in this day that I have lived.
[1]Mark 14:64
[2]John 15:1—5