WHAT AM I GOOD AT?
I CAN PICK OUT STUFF
WE SOMETIMES HAVE SOME ‘ATTITUDE”
We worry-a lot
I can spend so much time, this time of year, worrying about stuff. I can have a tendency to worry myself way beyond the level I need to worry about anything. Thanks to the magic of digital clocks, I know exactly what time of night I wake up-wide awake, thinking about those things. I am willing to bet God does not want us to worry about Aunt Madge’s scarf color to the point of waking up in the middle of the night and not going back to sleep. Why do I do that?
Paul, the author of a huge chunk of the New Testament, even wrote about himself-‘why do I do stuff I should not do, and not do the stuff I should do?’ I’m not sure there is an actual Greek word for ‘stuff’ but you get my meaning. If that guy has performance issues, you can bet I do.
The Evil One loves it.
SATAN HAS LOST THE WAR
Evil has lost the war because of what Jesus did on the cross. He bought me. I am writing to you as a slave to that. I am also writing to you as a man white as snow, cleaned beyond perfection. Even though this afternoon, I might commit a sin-or three. There is nothing I can do which will have God turn his back on me–nothing. I will-forever-be tempted and lose many of those battles, but God, through his son, lives in me.
I will forever be a work in progress. Every day, I find myself coming closer and closer to my Dad who, by the way, created the universe. My Lord-Jesus, whom, by the way, is my adopted brother, told his Dad, ‘send me to buy him.’ Why would I not want to follow that? I know when I do, the gift(s) God has given me will be used. They just will. With Christ in me, I have a gift to use, at least one.
However, sometimes I just don’t want to.
I love the novel Les Misérables, by Victor Hugo. If ever you want a Herculean read, this is it. It is the story of us. The hero, after being told he had been ‘bought,’ struggled to figure what it meant. He did not change right away. He was still the criminal in action and character. Then, one day, it did register with him. He was bought and made new. The rest of his life was trying to live that way.
-and, I’m guessing you.
So, when I wake and worry at 2:36am about something which during the day seems so, well, stupid, I see a chalkboard hanging in my room, worn from use and the chalk slightly rubbed with just a few words to remind me who has all of this.
BE STILL AND KNOW….
I work to remind myself, a lot, to enjoy this time of year. It is not about me, or Madge’s scarf color.
It’s not about those items at all.
And as far as the gift wrapping goes, I kind of like it.
Enjoy the ride.