Maybe if I, who had never learnt about Christ got saved three days ago, and started learning about him from Matthew. Maybe after reading the first 20 chapters, I would pause and say excitedly "Man, this Jesus guy is God. Like, he's the real deal!"
But maybe if I read 6 chapters more, I wouldn't just pause but punch my bed too. Maybe this time, I wouldn't think of any God, but a man. A Son. First, second, third time. Sighing, writhing in pain... before his Father.
And maybe I would pick up my Bible again. Maybe I would see that this Son is so different from the sons I have met, sons whose stories are reversed editions because they never please until their fathers plead. Maybe I would also see that though the rich young man I met earlier obeyed the scriptures from his youth, I was wrong for comparing him with Jesus. Wrong for calling him a son. He walked away, but his father's will, Jesus did again. Jesus stuck to his way. The way of sons. Their lifestyle.
Now, since I love to learn more and become a son, maybe I would act like the Son, bow and cry before my Father, tell him that again and again and yet again, I want my spirit and body to be willing to do as he says.
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His will be done on heart as it's being established in heaven.
ReplyDeleteWe must do what He says..
It's never enough; loud the gong, dear Gloria!
Yes, sir!
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