I finally found a little time today to catch up on a few of my favorite blogs. Choosing Home is such an inspiration to me!
Today I read Joan of Arc in My Home? where Molly ponders the new work the Holy Spirit has begun in her — as I long for Him to begin a new work in me.
Sometimes I am so overwhelmed by the brevity of my life here…even if I live a full lifetime, the time here feels exceedingly short.
I want my life to count, I want to make a difference, I want to live surrendered to Christ.
“Joan of Arc was not stuck at the crossroads, either by rejecting all the paths like Tolstoy, or by accepting them all like Nietzsche. She chose a path, and went down it like a thunderbolt.
"Yet Joan, when I came to think of her, had in her all that was true either in Tolstoy or Nietzsche, all that was even tolerable in either of them. I thought of all that is noble in Tolstoy, the pleasure in plain things, especially in plain piety, the actualities of the earth, the reverence for the poor, the dignity of the bowed back. Joan of Arc had all that and with this great addition, that she endured poverty as well as admiring it: whereas Tolstoy is only a typical aristocrat trying to find out its secret.
"And then I thought of all that was brave and proud and pathetic in poor Nietzsche, and his mutiny against the emptiness and timidity of our time. I thought of his cry for the ecstatic equilibrium of danger, his hunger for the rush of great horses, his cry to arms. Well, Joan of Arc had all that, and again with this difference, that she did not praise fighting, but fought.
"We know that she was not afraid of an army, while Nietzsche, for all we know, was afraid of a cow. Tolstoy only praised the peasant; she was the peasant. Neitzsche only praised the warrior; she was the warrior.
"She beat them both at their own antagonistic ideals; she was more gentle than the one, more violent than the other. Yet she was a perfectly practical person who did something, while they are wild speculators who do nothing. It was impossible that the thought should not cross my mind that she and her faith and perhaps some secret of moral unity and utility that has been lost. And with that thought came a larger one, and the colossal figure of her Master had also crossed the theater of my thoughts…”
I often find myself content to research and wonder. To plan and to dream. Yet, I long in the depths of my soul to be a Joan of Arc for Jesus — a doer and not just a ponderer — in whatever smallish ways He has planned for my little life.
I suppose then, my computer time is up and it is back to business 🙂