The place we allow pain to take us makes an impact on eternity.
Tag: slavery
My human frailties propel me into Jesus’ presence. But spiritual maturity makes me ask: how can I serve the body of Christ today?
In His infinite mercy, God pulls us into desert spaces.
The forty designated stops in the wilderness afforded the Israelites time to learn live as sons and daughters of the living God. Similarly, we are transformed along our trek.
By the time we’ve hit middle age, though, we have somehow become wildly opposed to change. We’ve created routines and we cling to them like life rafts. They are soothing and safe. Most of us won’t change jobs or move across the street (let alone across the country). We don’t even want to alter our coffee order if we can help it. Is this really God’s best intention for us?
We are still consumed with our transformation from slavery to sonship, sin was the contestant whip at our backs. God knows our pre-occupation with becoming His alone, applauds it and promises to clear out the enemy on our behalf. Like the Israelites, we don’t need some brilliant offensive strategy, we just need to stay close to God.
Spirit-led reflection and contrition is the surest guard against the pervasive yeast of the Pharisees.
Identity is such a big deal for us. Ever since we got booted from the Garden, we’ve struggled to remember Who’s we are.