The Reasons Why

Oftentimes He does not reveal His reasons to us.

“For we know in part and we prophesy in part; but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away. When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.”
~ 1 Corinthians 13:9-13

The poem “The Weaver” by B.M. Franklin has wisdom drawn from this section of scripture. When Paul, the author of this first of two letters to the Corinthians in the Bible, states: “For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face” it is similar to the following section in the poem:

“Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.
Not till the loom in silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.”

If you have ever looked at the underside of a tapestry, you may see many threads and loose ends that obscure the pattern that is only visible from the other side. We may wish to know more about God’s reasons for what He brings into our lives, but oftentimes He does not reveal them to us. It is part and parcel of our need to trust in Him, even in difficult times. By doing so, we open ourselves up to the blessings to come.

Photograph by John J O’Leary

“The Weaver”

“It was at this time that He went off to the mountain to pray, and He spent the whole night in prayer to God.”  ~ Luke 6:12

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.

Not till the loom in silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

~ B.M. Franklin (1882-1965)

This poem has a very special meaning to Cindy and me. We placed it on the prayer card of our son, Brian, at his funeral in 2003. We gave a print of it in a framed shadow box to the family of the young woman who was involved in the accident that took our son’s life. And we have a print of it framed and hanging on a wall in our home. For we clearly saw God’s hand in the midst of our deepest sadness. We saw threads of silver and gold which brought us bittersweet joy even as we lay awake crying in bed the night of his funeral. Not even the darkest threads can separate us from the love of Jesus Christ.

Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
~Romans 8:35

Note that, although some have attributed the poem to Corrie Ten Boom, she was not the author. B.M. Franklin is the author.

Photograph by John J O’Leary