Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

X-Box marks the spot

"Eph 2:3 among whom we also all once lived in the lust of our flesh, doing the desires of the flesh and of the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, even as the rest:--"

Paul draws a line in the sand: once you were here, now you are here. Once you once lived in the lust of the flesh. Once you did the desire of the flesh and mind. Once you were by nature children of wrath, just like everyone else.

Someone would say, “There you go—it’s not your fault. You were born in sin; therefore your addiction came from your parents.” Great! Then tolerate my sin! Why is everyone so “concerned” about me?

While it is true that I was born in sin and I once thought and had the desires of the unregenerate heart, I do not have to continue living like an unbeliever, one who does not know Christ Jesus. Paul makes the distinction that “we also once lived”. We don’t live there anymore.

Bob Coy (Calvary Chapel, Ft. Lauderdale) summarized it this way: growing up, the best video games in the world was “Pong” (and remember how our parents thought the Atari would do “something” to our TV, so it was only turned on for a couple of hours a week?) and now we have the X-Box. If I am playing James Bond on my X-Box and you ask me if I want to play “Pong” I will do some serious laughing in your face—NO WAY!

I am not live with the whiney childish, “but God, it’s not my fault so please tolerate my sin—please excuse me, I can’t help myself.” I am instead to live with “but God, being rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, even when we were dead through our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ (by grace have ye been saved), and raised us up with him, and made us to sit with him in the heavenly places, in Christ Jesus . . .” [emphasis added]

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