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“God’s Overdose”
I am thoroughly convinced that God doesn’t need my help at all! Why should He? It’s His game, His rules, and His conclusion. So why do I get so involved with my self, that I can’t begin to imagine He can work without me? Am I so in tune with my creator, that I regard myself as a dissonant string on His instrument of choice? How do I sing a new song in my heart, when the same old sonnet resounds my failures? Can a man be certain of his worth to God Almighty? Who am I to think, that the path I’m on leads to His perfect kingdom? The truth of the matter is that it has nothing to do with me.
He is the conductor of His heavenly symphony. It is an old story but a true one. If I am consumed with my self, I lack understanding. Oh, I know of the questions that arise in this carnal mind of mine; “The answers have got to be in there somewhere, don’t they?” No, they do not exist in my nature for the same reason that I do not expect my cat to bark! I never yell at a blind man for tripping on his path, but I can mentally flog myself for my imperfections in Christ. When I have found my best efforts flawed, or my intentional sin that enslaves me, the sovereignty of God can, and at times does, bless me. How can this be? It can only be a work of His Grace and not of my own selfish ambitions. Undeserved, unmerited, undeniably, His amazing Grace.
When I come to Him with hat in hand, offering Him the worst portions of all that is in me, (I know my best is rejected as filthy rags,) He respects my honesty. I am overwhelmed by His goodness, overdosed by His blessings, and begin to be wise, because of no more than a human glimpse into Godly fear. God doesn’t need my help but allows me the privilege of servitude. His game has but one player, Jesus Christ. His rules are impossible to keep. They are called the Ten Commandments, and they condemn us. He doesn’t need me, but calls me to be a part of the action. If I detect that I am out of tune, I forget that my human nature is limited to only twelve notes in a perfect octave. I am certain that God expects me to fail, in this flesh that is, and I often need to remember that I am the created, not the creator. If I can learn to receive, as well as to give, maybe my song will be a sweet sound in His ear. I can be certain of God’s worth of me, knowing that He would have come down from heaven, if I were the only one on earth to die for. The only perfect thing in me is Christ. He is the light that shines on the only path that leads to heaven. I’m sorry to disappoint my self, but self-righteousness only leads to the maze of confusion. I will just have to learn except God’s overdose, in the form of eternal blessings.
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