I was painting the house the weekend and discovered the depth of God’s forgiveness. While in the middle of my project there was a knock at the door. There were two Mormon missionaries at the door. I quickly informed them that I was not interested; after all I was in the middle of painting the living room and did not feel like stopping for a philosophical discussion. After they left God hit me hard between the eyes. He presents me with two young men who are deceived by Satan’s ploys and what do I do I turn them away to paint my house. I could just as easily let them in and talked while I painted. The reality was I was more concerned with my inconvenience than their eternal destination. Would the deception veiling their heart have been revealed if I took time to talk to them? Probably not, but it certainly will not now. I simply pray that God will place someone in their path that is willing to take the time to talk to them and show them the truth. I know my Father has forgiven my self-centeredness but it does truly amaze me that he is willing to use imperfect vessels. Thank you Lord, for your gift of salvation and for the incredible depth of your love.
My son wanted an apple to eat so I got one out of the kitchen. I few minutes latter I hear something being thrown at the wall in his room. Fearing the worst I tell him not to throw the apple at the wall. He quickly responds "I didn't throw my apple daddy, I threw the sun screen."
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It’s hard to reflect on our own shortcomings sometimes, but I admire you for taking time to allow God to speak to you about something He wants to help you with.
I also can look at some of my actions and cringe at them; how selfish, how ugly. It is amazing that God still chooses to work through us. I sometimes feel - if I may use a word picture- that God is working on a construction project and He has asked me to pass Him a hammer but instead I hand Him a rubber chicken. Somehow his perfect will is still achieved despite my weakness.
It seems like God works through the weak all the time. He brings his Spirit on this earth through a weak, defenseless baby. This baby grows to be the Messiah, who is expected to be a mighty warrior king by His people, but ends up looking like the symbol of weakness-a man broken and nailed to a cross by His own people.
This Messiah is resurrected, only to be found first by women. Women, at that time were a weak, useless witness. Their testimony would not be considered valid.
He sent his weak disciples out, men with their sins in tact and eyes that were quick to turn away from Him.
Through His defeat on the cross, Jesus was victorious. Christianity seems to be filled with paradoxes- weak but strong, sinner but perfect, servant but prince. As selfish men, we serve and proclaim the name of the selfless man that died in our place.
What’s that God, want another hammer. One rubber chicken coming up!
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