The Masks of God

This is the very first post on the Clausing family blog!  The purpose of this blog will be to give our friends and family more frequent and informal updates on what is happening in our lives.  Plus, unlike a newsletter, you can leave comments on what we write!

Here’s something to kick things off.  In these past months leading up to our service overseas, I have been continuously impressed by the fact that there are literally hundreds of Christians working together to make this work happen.  As Christians, we do not work alone, but we function together as a body, each carrying out his or her vocations according to the callings God has given.  Martin Luther called these vocations the “masks of God”.  With our eyes we only see mere human beings at work, doing a variety of different tasks, but behind these it is God Himself at work through His people.  It is God Himself carrying out the mission of His Church through His people.

Here is a video and song on that theme that some friends and family and I produced last summer.  We hope you like it!

Come five A.M., God starts a truck

And ships the produce on its way.

With diesel hands He stacks those crates

And feeds His world another day.

He diapers babies when they wake;

With mother’s hands He combs their hair.

With farmer’s shears and weaver’s skill

He gives the clothing they will wear.

Saints, with joy pursue your callings

As you toil upon this sod.

Your vocations, high and holy,

Are no trifles, mean and lowly,

But the masks of God.

Come Sunday morn He sends His grace

Though pastor’s voice and pastor’s hands,

The word, the body and the blood

Administered as He commands;

And through the off’rings of the saints

He seeks to find and seeks to reach

The poor and lost of ev’ry land,

To care, to baptize, and to teach.

Saints, with joy pursue your callings

As you toil upon this sod.

Your vocations, high and holy,

Are no trifles, mean and lowly,

But the masks of God.

But, oh, there are thorns and thistles covering the ground.

Weary limbs and sweating faces labor, how they labor!

Even these are holy, for the holy God

Labored as a carpenter’s son;

His Work makes our work meaningful.

Through therapists He heals the lame,

Through doctors makes the deaf to hear,

Through marriages He makes new life,

Through artists fills our days with cheer.

In time of war He wields the sword,

Through soldiers’ arms He brings forth peace.

He sets up Caesar to receive

Right taxes for good law’s increase.

So listen, saints, the living God

Needs not your goods and righteous deeds,

But He has set you on this earth

Through you to serve your neighbor’s needs.

Saints, with joy pursue your callings

As you toil upon this sod.

Your vocations, high and holy,

Are no trifles, mean and lowly,

But the masks of God.