A Misdiagnosis

"They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious. 'Peace, peace,' they say, when there is no peace." -Jeremiah 8:11


God's people have a mighty gash in their side. Sin is protruding from the wound of God's Beloved. Does the Church today see the sin-wound, wrap it with a dressing, and declare the wound as "minor," sending a child of God on his or her way only to die later from internal bleeding? By grace, let us not be like God's people during Jeremiah's day. He has redeemed us; let us not turn from His loving embrace. But when we do, when a member of our Body shifts his focus to the created, let us not say, "Peace! This is nothing serious!"

O The Love of Christ

If you are anything like me, you have trouble "picturing" or "comprehending" what Jesus truly did when He laid down is life for us. Perhaps we will never be able to comprehend it on this earth with these fallen bodies and minds. But as I wrestled through my lack of power to see and love and appreciate what Jesus did for the Redeemed, I "received" a picture in my head that helped me more fully and emotionally connect with the triumph of our Savior on the cross. I say "received" with quotes because I am not claiming that this is a direct revelation from the Father, but I like to assume that He was answering my cries for a better understanding and love for what Jesus did for me on the cross.

So I pictured a tangible person in my life who has clearly exhibited the love of God to me every day of my life, by the power of Christ. For me, it is my mother. Though our long relationship has not been all "roses," she has reflected the love of Jesus for me in a way that no one else ever has. Needless to say, I have developed a deep love for her. Then I pictured my deepest, darkest sin. One that, though I am truly forgiven of, I am deeply ashamed of. It was my fault. I chose to rebel against God. I said, "I want my own way, I want self-gratification, I know what is best!"

Then I pictured my lovely, tender mother saying, "I will take Clay's sin on me so that he does not have to suffer God's wrath, for I love him. I will take on God's wrath so that Clay can be free." She did not deserve my sin! I sinned! But O how she loves me! Then I saw, O the love of Christ!

"I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down His life for the sheep." -John 10:11

Merely A Clay Pot

I have no rights. Nothing is owed me. God owes me nothing.

"Who has ever given to God, that God should repay him" (Romans 11:35)?

No one. "For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever! Amen" (Romans 11:36).

I am simply a humbled, lowly, man of dust; a rich beggar blessed by His love, mercy, and grace.

Who am I to question God? I am but a clay pot.

What if I was to mold with my hands a clay pot, and after it was finished, my perfect work of art, it yelled back at me, "You don't know what you are doing!"

"But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? 'Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, "Why did you make me like this" ' " (Romans 9:20)?

He raises me up and He lays me down. For His purpose I was created. I love my Maker. May He destroy every pride-driven longing inside of me, and may I always remember how sweet it is that I have an infinitely worthy Potter, and I am His clay pot.