Jesus wasn't excepting nor wanting me to be perfect in the way I thought of perfect. My version of perfection is a pedestal, a level that no one can reach where their body is impeccable, their academic record is flawless, and their personal life is unblemished. But Jesus Himself was battered and bruised, considered stupid by the religious leaders of the day, and had drama in His personal life.
It's not for the gaping wound of pride but for the small cuts and scrapes of pride that I need to have regular check-ups with the Divine Physician.
Every diagnosis from a chronic, manageable illness like diabetes or Crohn's disease to a life-limiting diagnosis of chronic heart failure or cancer challenges us to grieve.
Our times of construction, our times of transition are the crux, just as the crucifixion was the crux of Christ's life. The cross was not the end, but a crucial transition. In the same sense, our times of transitions are never the end but a crucial change for our growth.
Yet, my brain capacity is closer to that of a turtle than that of Our Heavenly Father. His wisdom is infinite. My is finite. I only know so much, and He knows so much more.
Recently, I was at a young adult Christian conference. With a large number of young men and women, a fair majority un-married and seeking a spouse, the speakers mentioned from time to time taking a leap and talking to someone you’re interested in. Fine, that’s all good. Talking to people is a good thing. When… Continue reading Prospects