Because everyone loves a good story
Today I’d like to do something a little different: rather than waxing eloquent about a poem or author, I’d like to recommend a book I’ve never read. Sound risky? Maybe so, but read on to see why I’m willing to take this risk.
While browsing through the recent posts of Andrew Peterson’s “The Rabbit Room” website, I stumbled across an article entitled “A Liturgy for Setting Up a Christmas Tree.” Obviously, my curiosity was piqued. I remembered that The Rabbit Room had published a collection of modern liturgies for everyday situations, but I never got around to ordering one last year. I sure meant to, though, since I love so much of what comes from Andrew Peterson and the folks he endorses.
I dug a little deeper and found an article in which Peterson explains the purpose of this book. He says, “Doug McKelvey’s Every Moment Holy reminds us that there are no unsacred moments; there are only sacred moments and moments we have forgotten are sacred.” And this reminder was just what I needed to hear.
Maybe the better question to begin with is, “What is liturgy?” I looked up several definitions and examples, and they all seem to say the same thing: liturgy is a religious tradition made up words and sometimes actions in which one person leads and the congregation participates. Often, liturgy refers to a set reading or a performed ritual. From these definitions, you may be getting the impression that liturgies are pretty boring. Granted, it’s not a word that usually connotes much excitement or enthusiasm.

So why recommend a book of liturgical prayers, especially one I’ve never read? Because, until I read the article by Andrew Peterson, I had forgotten how helpful these sorts of prayers can be. In my own pursuit of God, I’ve read two or three books that fall into this category of laid-out prayers, and they have all been immensely helpful. Let me share a couple of them with you.
First, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed a tiny little book called “Handbook to Prayer: Praying Scripture Back to God,” by Kenneth Boa. Now, Kenneth Boa didn’t really write the book, per se, since almost the entire thing is made up of scripture passages. But he selected the passages, arranged them by topic, and laid out a way to pray through various aspects of the Christian life for each day. Each day’s prayer includes scriptures of adoration, confession, renewal, petition, intercession, affirmation, thanksgiving, and closing prayer. While there’s nothing magical or extra-holy about praying through a book like this, I’ve found it very helpful. When I use it, it keeps my prayers from becoming lazy or drifting away entirely, which they sadly tend to do. Granted, this isn’t strictly liturgical because it is meant for private prayer instead of corporate, but its formulaic structure seemed similar enough to mention here.
Second, I love the collection of Puritan prayers called “The Valley of Vision.” The Puritans in general were much cooler than we give them credit for, and this little gem is a great example of why. The book has collected old prayers in all kinds of categories, including redemption and reconciliation, penitence and depreciation, and gifts of grace. The prayers are so simple, honest, and deep that it makes me realize how shallow and rushed my own prayers often are. Praying along with these old saints helps focus my heart on things deeper and better than I would have thought of on my own. And while these aren’t necessarily laid out to be read in public worship, I’ve seen them used for that purpose to great effect.
I’ve kept today’s post short and sweet in hopes that you’ll head over to the Rabbit Room website and read the two articles I’ve been talking about. First, read Andrew Peterson’s description of Every Moment Holy. I think you’ll find the explanation helpful and encouraging, even (or especially) if your church isn’t very liturgical.
Then, if you’re in the mood, read the prayer entitled “A Liturgy for Setting Up a Christmas Tree.” You may already have finished your decorating, but it’s not too late to use the tree as a reminder of the sacredness of every moment, especially in this Christmas season.
And if you’re up for even more, maybe we should both order a copy of Every Moment Holy. After all, our days have plenty of routine already; we may as well intend to sanctify the moments. Books of liturgy are a great practice to help us do just that.
What love is this of Thine that cannot be
In Thine infinity, O Lord, confined,
Unless it in Thy very person see
Infinity and finity conjoined?
With this beautiful, mind-bending question, Edward Taylor begins his poem “Meditation 1.1.” His wit, wordplay, and sincere devotion are evident in this little three-stanza gem, so read on to have your heart challenged and encouraged.
Edward Taylor (1642–1729) was a Puritan minister and a gifted American poet. He wrote prolifically during his lifetime, compiling several long collections of religious and other poems, although only two stanzas were published while he was still alive. In fact, his complete works weren’t published until 1960! So what makes this old poet so interesting to me? As usual, it’s the combination of his heart and his head.
Taylor was a pretty smart cookie. After he sailed from England to Boston in order to pursue religious freedom, he immediately enrolled in Harvard University. After his graduation, he accepted a position to become minister of a congregation in Westfield, MA, and there he stayed for the rest of his life. This is where he wrote his best poetry, often as personal preparation for his sermons or communion.
Judging from his poetic style, he must have read widely in both classic and contemporary literature. His poems range anywhere from showy to sincere. But don’t be deterred by his ornate analogies and his old-timey words; the poem we’re looking at today is pure gold. It’s referred to as “Meditation 1.1” because it is the first in a series of poems called Preparatory Meditations. He wrote these to prepare his heart to serve the Lord’s Supper.
As you read the poem, look for the various word pictures that he paints to describe the indescribable love of God for undeserving sinners. In these three stanzas, he eloquently depicts the irony of God’s humanity, sacrifice, and grace.
What love is this of Thine that cannot be
In Thine infinity, O Lord, confined,
Unless it in Thy very person see
Infinity and finity conjoined?
What hath Thy godhead, as not satisfied,
Married our manhood, making it its bride?
Oh matchless love! Filling heaven to the brim!
O’errunning it: all running o’er beside
This world! Nay, overflowing hell; wherein
For Thine elect there rose a mighty tide!
That there our veins might through Thy person bleed,
To quench those flames that else would on us feed.
Oh! that Thy love might overflow my heart!
To fire the same with love: for love I would.
But oh! my straitened breast! my lifeless spark!
My fireless flame! What chilly love, and cold?
In measure small! In manner chilly! See.
Lord, blow the coal: Thy love enflame in me.
Even if you’ve pulled nothing else from the poem yet, I’ll bet you did notice that he’s pretty awe-struck by the love of God. He uses a few different literary techniques to express his amazement. In stanza one, he employs irony to highlight the indescribable magnitude of God’s love: it is so big that infinity itself cannot contain it! In order to express His love fully, God chose to “marry” His infinite godhead with our finite humanity, resulting in the birth of Jesus. The life, death, and resurrection of Emmanuel—God with us—was the best way for God to display the fullness of His love to us.
In stanza two, Taylor uses the metaphor of a flood to elaborate on this love and redemption. God’s love was not content merely to stay in heaven and look down on condemned souls in hell. Instead, His love overflowed heaven, spilled over onto earth, and poured down into the deepest chasms of hell. Taylor pictures this flood of love as a rising tide on which God’s elect, like Noah, are carried safely out of judgment and into salvation. The flood that quenches the flames of hell is nothing less than the blood of Christ, whose veins bled in our place and quenched our condemnation.
The last stanza is a prayer, and it’s one that I think we can all relate to. After considering the earth-shattering, mind-blowing love of God for us, Taylor looks into his own heart and is appalled to see the comparative apathy that he feels for God in return. He finds no flood of love, no fire of passion. But Taylor knew that we can’t conjure up a love for God on our own; our response of love is a gift of grace from God Himself. So rather than despair, Taylor asks God to fill him with love. In His grace, we know this is a prayer that God is delighted to answer.
And after seeing God’s love through the eyes of Edward Taylor, I echo his prayer as well: “Lord, blow the coal: Thy love enflame in me.”
Sources:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/edward-taylor#tab-poems
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/preparatory-meditations-first-series-1/
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