Anything that’s worthwhile takes a bit of effort to appreciate. I found this old poem that I’m still not sure that I 100% grasp but what I did understand was enough for me to want to share it with you.
I think it says that mere intellectual assent is not enough. Knowing all about God, sin, salvation, and all the other doctrines isn’t enough. Believing in facts about Jesus, no matter how true, isn’t enough.
It requires passion. It requires surrender.
For some of you, this poem may awaken nightmares of a 12th grade Literature class. For others, it will inspire you to write your own poems. For many, it will simply inspire worship:
“Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but O, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captive, and proves weak or untrue,
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy.
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me” (John Donne, Escape Routes).