In the quest for authenticity, we sometimes go to the low points. To share the glory of the Gospel, we magnify our struggle.
Yet there are days when we must only preach victory. Not so we feel falsely secure in self strength, but to remind ourselves we are secure, for real.
It is the ultimate truth, the final word, and in our tunnel visioned life of failing then praying for grace, we don't see it. We hope for squeaking by, when really, can we say victory enough?
And in the end it would seem, victory looks much like the nitty-gritty. It goes as low and "him exalting, self abasing, this is victory."
This is victory.
Saturday, 1 November 2014
What is kind, looks stern.
What is love, looks harsh.
What is simple, looks complicated.
Human-fashion, we hang upside down and look at the world askance, wondering why it won't make sense.
Do we have the eyes to see clear?
Are we truly asking for the Truth?
What if it proves us wrong?
But the sky looks better above us than below. Ask Him to keep it there. He's the only one who can.