You know those days when everything seems to go right. The world is at your feet and you can do no wrong. You are flying on a cloud of good fortune. You are standing firm. Then suddenly your not. You turn around and your world is in shambles. All the things you hung your hat on seem to have crumbled to your feet. One moment you are standing and the next you are lying on your face in the dust.
You want to lift your head but it doesnít seem worth it. You try to breath but dust suffocates you. The filth that caused you to stumble is closing over you. It is determined to bury you for good. To pile so much on you that you can never stand again.
Here in your lowest hour, here in your greatest filth, this is where he meets you. His hands are clean yet he is willing to touch you. His robe is white yet he longs to embrace you. You will not look at him yet he reaches out his hand to you. You do not deserve him yet he wants you.
Now, when you are weakest, now he is strongest. Now, when you are lowest, now he is highest. Now, in your darkest hour, now he is your brightest light. And though you are lying in the dust he is still standing in the same place he has always been. He still loves, still wants, still died to save you. He is your last hope, and he is holding out his hand. Can you say no to this man?
(II Corinthians12:9-10) But he said to me my grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefor I will boast all the more gladly about my weakness, so that Christís power may rest on me. That is why, for Christís sake, I delight in weakness, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.