Preferred Trophies


Our list of God given strengths cannot be a list of the things that were.  It is a living list.  Our strengths are no more frozen in time than are we.  Every moment brings a choice; do we wrestle with weakness, or take hold of victory.

The strengths of God are not trophies that we can put on display.  Rather, they are servants waiting to be deployed. 

It is our weaknesses that are dead.  But I see so many put these on display.

Will it be said that we coveted what is not?  Or will it be said that we desired what is?

Spiritual Gifting


This morning I took a “spiritual gifts” test.  It’s been some decades since I took such a test.  I don’t know what I found out the last time I took one.

I wasn’t too surprised to see the outcome.  Here’s the page for the test I took:  http://www.spiritualgiftstest.com/test/adult

I’m going to display the results here so that those who read the things I write might better understand the intent and gifts God has seen fit to place within me.

I don’t know how accurate such a test can be.  And I’m not sure what value they might be to others.

Administration
12
Discernment
23
Evangelism
22
Exhortation
25
Faith
35
Giving
13
Serving / Ministering
20
Knowledge
27
Leadership
22
Mercy
6
Prophecy
26
Pastor
23
Teacher
29
Wisdom
17

The Upper Pond


A man was very thirsty when he came upon a small pond.  There was an old man sitting by the side of the pond sipping a glass of water.

The man knew the water was safe, for the old man was in fine shape.  So he bent down to take a handful of water to his mouth.

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.”  The old man said.  Startled, the man threw the water back into the pond.  He looked at the old man with squinty eyes.

“Where’d you get the water you’re drinking?”  The man’s voice had a twinge of greed.  The old man just peered up under the brim of his hat.  “I got it from the pond.”  Was the slow and level response.

“Do you own this pond?”   The man asked.  “Nope.  I got directions here.”   Now the thirsty man was a bit perplexed.  “This ain’t your pond.  But you can sit there and drink the water while I dehydrate to death?  This is crazy!”

“Son, there is a pond for strangers at the bottom of the hill.  You can drink till you explode down there.  The water here is poisoned.”   The man gave the old man a sidewards glance.  “If its poisoned,  how come you ain’t dead?”

The old man stretched a bit, like he was remembering a fond moment.  “I got a bag of healing powder from the guy who owns this place.  That’s why I can drink this here water.  But you better not son.”

The thirsty man would have stood there to argue, but he was far too thirsty.  So he gave a dry spit toward the old man and started down the hill.

He heard the old man mutter, “Pride. . . You’ll be back boy.  Somebody thirsty as you is bound to meet the owner of this place.”  Not understanding what he meant, the thirsty man just kept going.

By His Grace

Wanna Be a George?


George was summoned into the office.  Was this to be his last day?  Was poverty about to become his best friend?  A cloud of anxiety formed within him as each step took him closer.  Yet he did not know what to expect.

His boss was a fair man.  He knew that whatever would come must be fairly given.  In his anxiety he thought, “Surely I’ve missed something necessary.  Surely he will drive me out for something I have done but did not realize.”

He knocked.  “Come in George”, the steady and highly intelligent voice said.  George made his way across the spacious carpeted office.  The leather chair gladly received his anxious frame.

“George, I’ve watched you closely; closer than you know.”  A chill went up George’s spine.  “I’ve seen things about you and your life that I know you thought were hidden.  I’m about to change your life sir.”

How should George’s lips freeze shut now?  What defense could he make to such an obscure remark?  “Yep, I’m about to go home to give seriously bad news.”

“George, I know how your family struggles.  I see how tattered your clothing is.  And I know it has to do with things you can’t control.  Money’s tight.  And life demands too much, rather often.”

George just nodded his head on an unstable neck.  Without asking, his eyes began to drop their gaze to the floor.

“George, I want to give you the rest of the day off.”  George’s eyes shot up to look intently into the eyes of the man who held such horrible things in his hand.

“I want you to go down to ‘Fair Deal Motors’.  When you get there, I want you to pick out a car that meets your fancy.  Have David call me, and I’ll pay for it.”

George just stared.

“George, did you hear me?”  A tiny nod was the response.

“Well, away with you then!  Get on your way.  I’ll see you in the morning.”

 

That was it.  That was the extent of the meeting.  After thanking his boss, George was numb as he walked to “Fair Deal Motors”.

When he got to the lot, he asked for David.  David came out with a giant smile pasted on his mouth.  “You’re a very lucky man George!  Come on.  Let’s go out and get your new car picked out.”

It was true!  Now his face brightened.  Shiny colors of shaped steel filled eyes that, just a moment before, had only been able to see gloomy mist.

He walked through the lot.  He saw the luxury.  But he passed it by.  He knew what fit his desire.  And find it, he did.

“Are you sure George?”  Asked David with a twinge of surprise he couldn’t hide.  “Absolutely!  George’s smile said it all.

They went to the office.  Paper work was done.  Keys were given.  And handshake was made.  “Off ya go, friend!  Have a great day!  I’ll call your boss and finalize the deal.”

George drove off in his “new” car.

 

The next day, he went to his boss’s office first thing.  He had in mind to thank him and summon all the gratitude he could muster.  His wife and children had been ecstatic.  The evening was filled with waxing and admiration of both the gift and the giver.  He came in to give all the thanks such an evening deserved.

His boss was glad to see the joy.  But as they sat together, a frown came on the boss’s face.

“George, I am really confused.  With all the beautiful and dependable cars David has there, why did you choose that rust bucket?  You could have had that Lincoln.  It’s only two years old!  It would have lasted you for years.  As it is, I’m not sure how long that can of bolts will skip down the road.  Maybe David didn’t explain clearly enough.  Maybe you just didn’t understand.  But a deal’s a deal.  That’s the car you’ve got.”

Surprise lit up George’s mind.  He hadn’t thought the receiving had no limit.  He had missed the point of the gift entirely.  But a deal’s a deal.  “I chose what I thought I deserved, Sir.”

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“I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”  Yet how many choose only what they think they are worth?  What a horrible waste of faith.