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Topic: White (10/29/09)
TITLE: The Canvas (ii)
By Shellie Goff
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ďIsínt it a pity,
Now isínt it a shame
How we break each otherís hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take eachotherís love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isínt it a pity.
While these expressions were not penned by one of the many infamous heroes of our faith, they poignantly identify a biblical truth that is rapidly dwindling out of todayís church, leaving her impact weak at best. She desperately grapples with the ever growing depravity of the culture that surrounds her but seems to come up short. The love of many is growing cold as Jesus said it would in the last days. Prideís cup overflows, boldly holding up its pointing finger ready to execute judgment on all who pass by. Busy with our morals and righteous pursuits we easily overlook the weak, the hurt, and those who stumble. We mistakenly chalk up their perceived inability to keep pace, to a gaping lack of desire for holiness and purity.
While they struggle, we sneer. While they bleed, we boast. While they fall, we fail to notice. We have become more concerned with our rules of conduct than with their need for a Saviour leaving many wounded souls in the wake of our paths. Sadly, many of these will never recover and will remain outside of the Kingdom for fear of its servants. The Bible clearly instructs that the invitation is given to all who will receive Him regardless of outward appearances or indulgences. His feasting table is ready and their empty seats cry out, ďCome and Dine.Ē
The Gospel provides us the opportunity of a unique vantage point that only comes when we stop looking at people and start looking into them. We just might be pleasantly surprised if we would stop and really drink it all in. We would be given the rare chance of reading the back story of each life that we touch. We would clearly see a white canvas craving to be splashed with the colors of His love, a masterpiece just waiting to be created. While it is true that only the Maker of our hearts can do the work. It is His desire to unify you and me by displaying the shades of our unique talents across the portrait that He is so masterfully painting.
As tools in the hand of Heavenís Artist, we have the cherished gift of infusing vibrant color into the lives of those He brings to us. Be it through the bright yellow sunshine that radiates from a wide inviting smile or through the hearth-like warmth that flickers in the embrace of a trusted companion. Perhaps our encouraging words sooth the heart like the gentle rolling waves of a crystal blue sea that rock and sway the hearer into a much longed for place of rest. Maybe yours is the opportunity of blanketing the helpless with the purple hues of honor, respect, and dignity. Just maybe I will be called upon to generously give my time, my money, and my possessions in one magnificent stroke of the brightest green. All of which prepare a smooth straight highway upon which the King may triumphantly enter with the final delivery of bold redeeming red ushering one more guest to the table of the Son.
If each one of us acts in unison, more efficient than a well oiled machine, it is possible that all of these influences could bring the church back to that healthy strong place from whence she has wondered. Her rub could be sweet and comforting instead of harsh and raw. She could once again be that place where the thirsty run in search of everlasting water and where the hungry go to be fed. Her light could brightly shine as the city on a hill acting as a beacon of guidance for all who pass by. Healing could flow from her like a stream of running water completely washing over the feeble and broken. In humility her arms could open wide to nurture and protect every white canvas that seeks to find its eternal destiny. Providing that place of refuge from the forces of darkness that seek to leave dirty smudging prints, forever altering the beautiful innocence that displays herself so proudly in the purest splendor of white.
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