Resourcefulness is born by the union of ingenuity and necessity. When an impasse is encountered such a child will prosper.
As our body encounters limitations in this world, so it is with our faith in the Spirit. There is room for resourcefulness. Such is the duty of Grace.
By His Grace
Will a man take pride in being a Christian; lording it over others in his own mind? It would do well for him to remember his humble beginnings.
He himself did not ask for salvation. By the provoking and unveiling of God, by this alone he has perceived. Before the Lord touched him he did not even know to ask. How then can the pride of man accompany the Christian faith?
But isn’t this a perplexing ritual? It is as if a caustic liquid that cannot be contained. No sooner do we seal the leak, and judgment of others comes from another place. Even the maturity of a man does not repair what lacks.
From the day of our birth in Christ, to the day we are received, we will find fault with ourselves if we look. It is wise then to humbly consider ourselves every moment we are in this place.
Only with holy, God born, introspection, can a man stem this flood of sin. We not only need the Living God’s Son for the sake of the day of judgement, we desperately need him for every breath.
What is not of God will be stripped away. What does not belong to God will not inhabit his kingdom. Sobriety, prayer, humility, and righteous doing is required. A man should never be able to say to himself, “I have arrived! I am mature!” (Certainly not while in this place of testing).
Renewing a mind of humility is a detestable work to the flesh. But it is primary among the things of God.
It is impossible to command a man to be humble. The best we can do is remind. If there is choice in Christ, is it is to go to him and ask. And we know those who ask in truth, receive.
By His Grace
I considered myself wealthy. So much that I could not spend all that I had. So desire was conceived in me to raise up the child.
I am no amoeba. And I have no partner in “The love”. So I ask the Holy One to give me a child.
His response was quick and the child was born far before its time. It was born in the night when my strength was spent. So I put the child to rest and went to rest myself.
In the morning I woke to see my child in the daylight. With my mind and eyes sharpened, the vision came much clearer. To the eyes of man this child is ugly, misshapen and obscure. But to my eyes of love and desire it is beautiful to behold.
There is no place of nursing. The child is able to fend for itself. The birthing was longer than the child’s maturity took. So I gave it clothing and set it on its way.
My desire for a child was not that I may have a place to love, but that my Lord may benefit from my life.
So now the child is set among the many. Let it be gawked at. Let it find ridicule. Or let it be embraced and cherished. The child belongs to the Lord.
He has given me my desire that he may have his. And in our mutual desire, many others prosper also.
As oddly as the child was conceived, so is its name. As is its state of letting go, so is the place it remains. Maturity, prominence, acceptance or rejection, who cares? Let those who love him benefit.
This is the name of the child: https://hiwaychristian.wordpress.com/2014/11/03/the-righteous-state/
By His Grace
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