Jesus, the One I have never seen with
my eyes yet my soul has never not known, the radiance of God's glory,
the Maker of the heavens. The Savior, who was made a little lower
than the angels for a time until He would be crowned with glory and
everything would be put under his feet, was perfected by suffering
under the hand of his Father, that He might become the perfect
atonement for sinful man.
I am not good at enduring. Perseverance
does not thrill me. Running, controlling, knowing now, hurry up would
be better. Scripture puts my unspoken, scattered, and pain-filled
emotions into perspective.
“Because He himself suffered when
he was tempted, he is able to help those who are being tempted.”
Hebrews 2:18
The overflowing of honesty spills out
when I read between the lines: I suffer when I am tempted to be held
in bondage by others' approval and allow them control over me, rather
than walking in God's ways. The cords of that bondage are strong in a
current situation. Chokingly strong. Maybe they choke because they
reveal my hard heart; maybe it's not choking but gagging over sin
that I don't want revealed. Or maybe it is a blaring warning sign
that I can't clearly decipher through the masquerading words of
truth.
“Therefore, holy brothers, who
share in the heavenly calling, fix your thoughts on Jesus, the
apostle and high priest whom we confess.” Hebrews 3:1
My eyes have not been fixed on Jesus
lately in this situation, I have instead let them stray. I have
chosen to wallow in the pain of the seen, rather than looking to the
High Priest whom I confess.
“{Jesus} was faithful to the one
who appointed him.” Hebrews 3:2a
What did Jesus do in His suffering? He
was faithful to the Father, the very one who found it fitting to
allow His suffering. For the greater glory, for the joy of being
seated at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven, for the throne
that would be ruled with a scepter of righteousness and could only be
conquered through the death of a perfect sacrifice, to ransom His
own, to glorify His Father, He focused his eyes on eternity.
“I will put my trust in Him.”
Hebrews 2:13b/Isaiah 8:17
Jesus put His trust in God. What a
simple concept. To merely trust Jesus until I see Him face to face.
To endure what He calls me to endure. To do it willingly as I attempt
to train my heart to do the same and look forward to that glory. To
fall on grace alone, accepting the proficiency of the solitary power
of the Holy Spirit, and continuing to disregard any of my attempts of
accomplishing His finished work of salvation on my own. To praise God
for failure, so that mercy can be realized.
2 comments:
It is good to read your heartfelt words again... I've missed your posts :-)
I thought of you as I read Caddie Woodlawn to my daughter. Ever read it? Such a fun story that takes place in Wisconsin during the 1860s.
That His hands may hold ours as we walk "in between life's lines." Blessings from Ringle.
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