I have no words to say that haven’t already been said a thousand ways.
I have no immense revelations that daily impress others with my nearness to My Lord.
I have nothing.
I can give nothing of my own.
I can bring no works, no gifts, no love for God that has not first been handed to me.
A beautiful, unwarranted gift of love from my Bountiful Savior.
Everything I have to give is insignificant compared to the immense mercy My Lord has poured on me through the choosing of me, the most unlovely of sinners, for one of His own.
He chose me.
This idea, although sounding so puffed up, so prideful, is the most humbling I have ever encountered in my walk with God.
I, in myself, have done everything possible to deter and dissuade the Heavenly Father from saving me and freeing me.
One of the most beautiful allegories of this idea is found in the book of Philemon.
I love to read about how the run-away slave, who was a troublemaker and thief, is found by Paul and returned to his master to be freed! Onesimus found true freedom in Christ, and ended by receiving physical freedom as well!
That short, often overlooked, single chapter has as much meaning and beautiful allegory as any other book of the Bible.
I have not even been searching, but the video that Anna posted a couple weeks ago has truly opened my eyes as I read the Bible every day.
Where else have you seen Christ’s story this week?
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