But I’m the captain of my own ship! The master of my destiny! I will make my own way!
People say those kinds of things all the time. “I don’t need God. He can go His way and I’ll go mine.”
|Awkward moment when you shout “Amen!” right
before Pastor goes on to explain why its obviously wrong.
In 1875, William Ernest Henley wrote the poem Invictus, as a response to the amputation of his leg. Years ago I announced the title as I was about to read it as part of a sermon one Sunday, and heard a lady from the second row say in a REALLY loud whisper “Oh, I love this!” Super Awk! Read on and see if you can understand why.
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
This is the poem they quote in hell.
God is thee force in everyone’s life. For good or for bad, for blessing or cursing, God is always proven to be in control. God will be a force in my life – to save, rescue, preserve me, and watch over me – or – if I reject Him – He will be a force in my life to ultimately thwart every strategy and every plan I make that parts ways with His. He will be “thee” force one way or another.
The NT says it this way in 2 Peter 2:9 The Lord knows how to rescue the godly from trials Godly – people who are made Godly through faith in Christ and to keep the unrighteous under punishment until the day of judgment.Unrighteous – people who remain unrighteous b/c they reject Christ.
The writer of Invictus? Tragically, he died June 11th, 1903. He will remain…unconquered for all eternity.
BUT… a lady named Dorothea Day wrote a rebuttal version of this same poem:
Out of the light that dazzles me,
Bright as the sun from pole to pole
I thank the God I know to be,
For Christ the conqueror of my soul.
Since His the sway of circumstance,
I would not wince nor cry aloud,
Under that rule which men call chance,
My head with joy is humbly bowed.
Beyond this place of sin and tears,
That life with Him! And His the aid,
Despite the menace of the years,
Keeps, and shall keep me, unafraid.
I have no fear, though strait the gate,
He cleared from punishment the scroll.
Christ is the Master of my fate,
Christ is the Captain of my soul.
What joy to surrender to the Lord in prayer, to honor Him as the Captain of my soul, who loves me and with deliberate will marched to the cross in my place, uttering to the Father “Not My will, but Yours be done.” How could I live unconquered and un-surrendered to this loving Master?
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