As I sit in the coffee shop this morning and rehearse the many situations and circumstances that have led up to today, I am amazed.
Amazed at how God can take a life so destined for utter and complete ruin, an existence defined by crippling decisions, failed exploits, and seismic cataclysms, and create something beautiful. As I write those words I declare that I am no longer that man, and that I am now a new creation in God. I am His son, and blessed beyond measure far above and beyond all that I could have ever asked or thought.
Perhaps a series of events, or a lifetime of difficulty has you in a place of disbelief. You cry out in pain, and feel it can never be consoled, that your grief is too deep and your anger too fierce to be quenched.
I know those emotions, but more importantly I know the one who brings healing and restoration from a cycle of sin and hurt. I am not so simple to believe that everyone who reads this post finds themselves in a place of harmonious ecstasy with the world where they live. I realize that you may have pain that defies words or expression and acknowledge my heart is hurting for you. But there is a solution.
When our pride is laid at the altar of the cross of Christ and we accept that some questions will never have answers. Yes, we have pride, and it takes many forms. It is boastful arrogance that accompanies success, but also when we believe that our wounds cannot be healed by Jesus, and that our sin is to big for Him to forgive. We just take it all upon ourselves, the crushing weight destroys our hope and belief in a loving God. Pride.
The Apostle Paul writes of this:
6 If I had a mind to brag a little, I could probably do it without looking ridiculous, and I’d still be speaking plain truth all the way. But I’ll spare you. I don’t want anyone imagining me as anything other than the fool you’d encounter if you saw me on the street or heard me talk.
7-10 Because of the extravagance of those revelations, and so I wouldn’t get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me,
My grace is enough; it’s all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness.
Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ’s strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become. (2 Corinthians 12:6-10 MSG)
I am made strong in God, not in myself…and so to can you. Re-read the previous scripture, over and over, begin to see the wonderful truth in these words.
Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.
Thank you Jesus.