Ancient Greek ruins and the God who makes us new

Psalm 71:19-21

19 Your righteousness, O God,
    reaches the high heavens.
You who have done great things,
    O God, who is like you?
20 You who have made me see many troubles and calamities
    will revive me again;
from the depths of the earth
    you will bring me up again.
21 You will increase my greatness
    and comfort me again.

Epidaurus Archaeological Site

Greece is so old and steeped in history. A short vacation recently provided a meaningful excursion to the past, like flipping the pages of recorded European civilizations to some of the earliest chapters. Upon landing in Athens, we rented a car to explore the Peloponnese region, south and west of the capital. The Peloponnese is a large peninsula attached to the mainland via the Isthmus of Corinth. The city of Nafplio, the original capital of modern Greece, became our homebase, from which we drove daily to various parts of the Argolis region. Between the fortresses in Nafplio, the theater of Epidaurus, the Mycenaean archaeological sites and the cyclopean walls of Tyrins, we admired a lot of ruins and had an absolutely wonderful time. As we were touring these sites, we also tried our best to recall lessons in history and classic literature so that we can relate the places we’re visiting with events and characters, whether factual or fictional.

Mycenaean Archaelogical Site

Aside from the fact that it is educationally enriching, immersing in a labyrinth of history is something that I always find to be good for the heart, as it encourages reflection. It could be said that dilapidated walls and collapsed arches are sobering reminders of the temporary nature of human achievements. After all, these are remnants of cities, even empires, that once stood grand and mighty but are now worth only an entrance fee of a few euros. But more importantly, and on a more personal level, these places remind me that we all have something that now lies in ruins. It may be a career that has ceased to be viable, a possession that has been taken away, a body that has lost its strength, a privilege that has been denied, a relationship that is now a distant memory, or a vow that has been broken. Don’t we all have pillars and foundations that have fallen apart, at some point in our lives?

Ancient Theater of Epidaurus

1 Peter 5:10–11

And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. To him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen. (ESV)

Mycenae
The Wall of Tyrins

Hope is ignited when I think about what God does to the rubble left by our personal circumstances and choices. The composer of Psalm 71 proclaims that He is a God who revives. In the letter of the apostle Peter, he encourages suffering believers that God himself will restore, comfort, strengthen and establish them. Because God’s word is true, brokenness is but a prelude to His restorative work for all who seek and ask. As a loving, caring, and wise Father, God does not abandon us in our shattered state. He does break us to make way for greater grace, much like a surgeon who has to cut through normal, healthy tissue, to remove a cancer and bring healing. He does not leave His work unfinished (Phil 1:6).

Orange orchards in Tyrins

Going back to the ruins of ancient Greece, it was also very interesting to observe the efforts being devoted continuously to the preservation of artifacts. I appreciate knowing that resources (including our entrance fees) are being utilized to keep history alive for the next generations. It is a worthwhile endeavor to protect these precious archaeological finds and maintain them as close as possible to their original state, Initially, I thought this would be a great analogy for God’s restorative work in us. And while it does reflect His patience and perseverance to some degree, it definitely pales in comparison, because God’s purpose goes beyond preservation.

Ancient Agora of Athens

2 Corinthians 5:17–18

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. All this is from God, who through Christ reconciled us to himself and gave us the ministry of reconciliation; (ESV)

When my Father looks at the ruins of my past or present realities, He sees something other than mistakes, regrets, and failures. Because of the redemptive work of Christ, He sees me as a new creation; His own child who can be transformed to bear His image in this fragile world. That is why he doesn’t just scrub off my surface mildew, or patch up my holes, or repaint/refinish me back to my “original state of splendor”. Ironically, don’t you think sometimes these are all we ask for when we pray? We want Him to take away all that is unpleasant, fix everything that’s broken and bring us back to the good old days. These prayers are honest, yet short-sighted. Praise God that He gives us more than we can ask or think of.

The Argolic Bay viewed from Palamidi Fortress

His mercy surpasses my incomplete and often inaccurate interpretation of what is true and what is good, and He responds by always drawing me to repentance (i.e. what I need the most in the first place). He sits with me in the rubble of questions about why things are the way they are for people that I love. And His presence reminds me how I need Him so much more than I need answers to my questions. Through the work of His Spirit, He renews my heart and proceeds with the process of changing me – a process that I can surely depend on because of His faithfulness, not mine. It doesn’t mean He pulls me out of all my physical and situational ruins; but He reassures me of His ever-abiding presence and breathes new life into my weariness, so that I can once again see through eyes of faith, that He is the God of the universe and the God of all ages. The God who walks among us in the ruins of our circumstances is also the God who makes all things new.

Ephesians 3:20-21

20 Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, 21 to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.

Bourtzi Fortress, Nafplio, Greece

Solitude on the Seine

Gare Saint Lazare at eight in the morning is bustling with locals and tourists. The flow of humanity in the Paris Metro system is an interesting, albeit chaotic tempo during morning rush hour as hordes of people weave through tunnels and stairways. Meanwhile, at street level, Parisians pedal their electric bikes to work, navigating through Hausmannian boulevards along with the cars and buses. It is no wonder that a lot of my friends are totally baffled as to why I frequently choose Paris as a place for rest and relaxation. (And by rest, I am not referring to the post-prandial stupor due to a massive consumption of croissants and macarons). But seriously, it is not that hard to find an oasis of silence and solitude even in a city as big and as popular as Paris.

Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations. I will be exalted in all the earth. Psalm 46:10

My friend and I hop on the M14 to Chatelet to escape the morning madness and to explore the little island where Paris was first established – the Ile de la Cite. This is the historic heart of this city and while the rebuilding of Basilique Notre Dame continues in the background, I lay my eyes once more on the soul of Paris – the Seine and its lovely bridges. There’s Pont Notre Dame and Pont Au Change from which to admire the Conciergerie – a grand structure that hosted Marie Antoinette during her final days. There’s Pont Louis Philippe, rather strangely decorated with potted palm trees, the unassuming iron bridge Pont Au Double connecting the cathedral to the left bank, and Pont d’Arcole, made famous by one of Napoleon’s victories, connecting Ile de la Cite to Hotel de Ville (city hall) on the right bank.  I think my favorite bridge in this arrondissement is Pont Saint-Louis which connects Ile de la Cite with the charming Ile Saint-Louis, home of the decadent Berthillon ice cream.

For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him. Psalm 62:5

In many cities, people cross bridges to simply get from one place to another. Not in Paris though. Here, a bridge could be a destination in and of itself; a place to pause and take it all in. Every bridge is an unofficially designated viewing platform from which to admire a part of the city, to look over the Seine and everything that lines its banks. I believe what I love most about the bridges of Paris is that they give me perspective, in such a way that as I’m looking out, I’m also looking in – not in futile introspection but in meaningful reflection. This is the kind of rest that doesn’t lull me to sleep but a rest that awakens me to live more fully for the glory of God, as He fills me with awe and gratitude. There’s something about being transported out of the daily routine of work and life that allows a silence through which God speaks more audibly. He has much to say and even more love to give.  

From my spiritual viewing platform, God reveals areas of restlessness in my heart, where the idols  efficiency and productivity are still exalted by my human nature; areas where His sanctifying grace is very much needed on a daily basis. In His mercy, He stills my anxious thoughts about prayers for loved ones that are still unanswered, work that remains unfinished, changes that have yet to take place in me and those around me. But before I could lament “how long, Oh Lord…”, I am comforted by the truth that “The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.” 2 Peter 3:9 In loving kindness, He redirects my gaze toward Him and through the gospels, I see a Savior who was intentional yet never in a hurry. Jesus was fully present to those around Him – listening, mentoring, feeding, healing, teaching, serving, traveling, celebrating, sacrificing, and always loving. He built relationships, not checklists. He was moved with compassion and was not constrained by a calendar. Scripture tells us that there’s no one more purposeful than Christ who came solely to do the will of the Father who sent Him. Amazingly, there’s also no one who loved others better, with a love that is patient and kind.

In the stillness of the Seine and the silence of a neighborhood whose shops are still closed except for a boulangerie, my heart is drawn to worship Him right where I’m standing. No need to think of where to go next. Being all there is what matters for now. It is only when I am completely abiding in Him that I can love others unreservedly wherever life’s bridges take me. Time is never wasted when I linger, listen, even lament, and above all, revel in the beauty and mystery of the story that God is actively writing.

Oh Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am! Psalm 39:4

The day after I returned from Paris, I received news that a niece in the Philippines just passed. She had been dealing with a chronic illness but her passing was still very sudden and unexpected at only forty years old. But because she was a faithful follower of Christ, I know she has found heavenly rest in Jesus, free from all her physical ailments. There’s reason to rejoice but her passing did prompt me to consider the brevity of life. Just how many more bridges I have yet to cross, only the good Lord knows. And the fact that He knows is good enough for me.

The heart of man plans his way but the Lord establishes his steps. Proverbs 16:9

Love Of God
Poet: Horatius Bonar

O love of God, how strong and true!
Eternal, and yet ever new;
Uncomprehended and unbought,
Beyond all knowledge and all thought!

O heavenly love, how precious still!
In days of weariness and ill,
In nights of pain and helplessness,
To heal, to comfort, and to bless!

O wide-embracing, wondrous Love,
We read Thee in the sky above;
We read Thee in the earth below,
In seas that swell and streams that flow.

We read Thee best in Him who came
To bear for us the cross of shame,
Sent by the Father from on high,
Our life to live, our death to die.

O Love of God, our shield and stay
Through all the perils of our way;
Eternal love, in thee we rest,
Forever safe, forever blest.