|Posted on August 24, 2019 at 2:25 PM|
That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our Spirits are being renewed every day. For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
If there is one thing the life of Jesus taught me it is perseverance. The Spirit that will never give up. He never gave up hoping. Never gave up believing. To quote Batman Begins “If you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, and if they can’t stop you, you become something else entirely…” that is how Jesus lived and what he died for. He taught me as I pinch this flesh of mine that this skin, this meat, this bone is not all that I am. What matters most is not what is on the outside. What matters is buried deep within. This world can and will try to kill, steal and destroy this flesh as it did him. Heck at times I myself might even be the one that deliberately puts this flesh in harm’s way if I am not careful. But this heart comes from Him and I am not talking about the beating one I am talking about the Spirit that is in the driver’s seat of this meat puppet.
Don’t be afraid of those who want to kill your body; they cannot touch your soul. Fear only God who can destroy both soul and body in hell. Matthew 10:28
Every day that passes this vessel is getting older. This vessel is getting weaker. Like mileage on a car. My knees hurt going up the stairs, I gotta give myself a motivational speech every time I start at the bottom and look up, they never use to hurt before. My thumb joints hurt sending too many text, a problem my parents never had I am sure. My eyesight isn’t as clear as it used to be I have to move the book a little further away each year. But my Spirit this verse tells me is being renewed each day by His Word. The Spirit in me is a like a kid with a red cape running, leaping it thinks it can do anything while I stand on the sidelines, hands on my hips trying to catch my breath motioning with my hand go ahead, save yourself, I’ll catch up.
Jesus taught me that there is no shame in the pain of life, the ridicule, the insults, the failures they are all a part of it. He endured as much just to show me that they can beat, whip, expose this bone but the Spirit remains untouched. They could split this flesh in pieces and still wouldn’t even begin to come to touch the surface of that part of my mind that still small voice that whispers “Get up.” I have been kicked down in a sweat from the fight, with blood of open wounds and tears seeping out of my eyes and still with a deep breathe I have picked myself back up from this wretched way of life. Living like he died for me. Each day is a day that a crucifixion and resurrection take place in me.
Think of the hostility he endured from sinful people; then you won’t become weary and give up. Hebrews 12:3
I hate that there are things in this flesh of mine that still need to have their say. The unforgiveness, bitterness, anger and rage. Things I have to tell myself, force myself to let go of repeatedly. He forgave me so I can forgive them. He died for me and He died for them. He covered it all every single sin on his body shown not a single one was left unpunished for. He isn’t asking me to do something he didn’t do first. He isn’t asking for the impossible yet still I find myself struggling with the same internal battles. The same tears shed over every single hurt. Every reminder burned into my memory like I was branded by it of a past I try every single day to crucify.
This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun! 2 Corinthians 5:17
I wish it were that simple that I could just begin again. Start truly fresh. Truly new. Without a past only a future. Without yesterday to look back on only tomorrow to look forward to. But that would include forgetting Him. Forgetting all that He did. And that’s one memory I don’t want to forget. Like the parable of the weeds and the wheat Christ grew alongside the weeds that were growing around me.
The present struggle is small when compared to the glory that far outweighs the sacrifice. For without the trouble I would have never been drawn to Him. Without the longing for separation from this world I would have never been thrust into His Word. Fixing my eyes on what cannot be seen. The visible image of the invisible in me. The One that speaks in Words only my heart can hear. The One I can see with eyes closed holding me, his scarred hand in mine as he leads the way. He fell and rose for me to know this same power resides in me Ephesians 1:19-20. “Rise up” He whispers and I take in this word, His Word like the deep breathe that put this heart in motion. With every ounce of strength that doesn’t come from muscle or bone a resurrected life is being formed. I pick myself up from another day till there is nothing left of this flesh that I am clinging so tightly to I can’t let go of.
Do not gloat over me, my enemies! For though I fall, I will rise again. Though I sit in darkness, the LORD will be my light. Micah 7:8
…and your strength will be renewed each day like the morning dew. Psalm 110:3