Today’s Reading: Zechariah 1:1-21 (additional reading: Psalm 140:1-13 & Proverbs 30:17 )
In this passage, the prophet and priest Zechariah is talking to those who have returned from exile. He is calling on them to learn from the mistakes their fathers have made in the past. God desires to return to them and bless them, but only if they repent and obey the Lord. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been, now is the time to return to God, it’s not too late.
On a bright Sunday morning in the 28th century London, Robert Robinson was walking despondently down a busy city street in London. The sound of church bells reminded him of years past when his faith in God was strong and the church was an integral part of his life. It had been years since he set foot in a church-years of wandering, disillusionment, and gradual defection from the God he once loved. That love for God- once fiery and passionate- had slowly burned out within him, leaving him dark and cold inside.
Robinson heard the clip-clop, clip-clop of a horse drawn cab approaching behind him. Turning, he lifted his hand to hail the driver. But then he saw that the cab was occupied by a young woman dressed in finery for the Lord’s Day. He waved the driver on, but the woman in the carriage ordered the carriage to be stopped.
“Sir, I’d be happy to share this carriage with you,” she said to Robinson, “Are you going to church?” Robinson was about to decline, but then he paused. “Yes,” he said at last. “I am going to church.” He stepped into the carriage and sat down beside the young woman.
As the carriage rolled forward Robert Robinson and the woman exchanged introductions. There was a flash of recognition in her eyes when he stated his name. “That’s an interesting coincidence, she said I was just reading a verse by a poet named Robert Robinson.” He took the book, nodding. “Yes, I wrote these words years ago.” The words would one day be set to music and become a great hymn of the faith, familiar to generations of Christians. “Come, Thou Fount of every blessing”
His eyes slipped to the bottom of the page where he read:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it-
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
He could barely finish reading the words. “I wrote these words – and I’ve lived these words. “Prone to wander….. prone to leave the God I love.” The woman suddenly understood. “You also wrote, “here’s my heart, O take and seal it.” You can offer your heart again to God, Mr.Robinson. It’s not too late. It wasn’t too late for Robert Robinson. It was too late for Israel and it’s not too late for you.