HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
And the Lord God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou? Genesis 3:9
The cool of the day, when the breeze steals over the fevered landscape, is an appropriate time for man to hold fellowship with God. We need to have His hand laid on our throbbing temples, stilling, tranquillizing, shedding His serenity throughout our being. What the breath of evening is in summer, fellowship with God will be for thee, my soul; see that thou art not so absorbed with thy sins, thy love, or thy business, as to miss the tryst, when the sun is westering.
God misses His child. – That hour of fellowship was much to Adam, and it was more to God. Love, God’s love, craves for fellowship. So, today when we do not show up for fellowship with God there is cause for concern. The Scripture made it clear that where two or three are present in worship He will be in the midst. Let us not grieve the Holy Spirit.
- As the musician for his lute,
- as the hart for the brook,
- as the mother for the twining arms and babbling talk of her child –
so does God long for the free outpourings of His child’s heart in prayer; misses them when withheld; is jealous when they are fitful and intermittent.
God seeks His child. – He did not wait until Adam found his way back to His side. But He hastened in search of him. So through the glades, He comes to seek thee, O truant one! Where art thou, that for these many days thou hast withheld thyself from the hour of prayer? Wilt thou not say with the psalmist, “When thou saidst, Seek ye my face, my heart said unto Thee, Thy face, Lord, will I seek?” When you set an appointment with the Lord and you fail to show up, He goes looking for you. It is imperative for us to be patiently waiting on Him. We should at no time allow our God to show up and wait on us.
God mourns over His child. – These words, in one version, are rendered, Alas, for thee: as though the heart of God were wrung with sorrow for our loss, as well as His. But He does not content Himself with regret. By the pang of travail, by the prick of thorns, by the necessity of labour, by sacrifice and gifts of covering for our nakedness, He brings us back to Himself.