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- Written by: Don Goulding
When the meeting of the synagogue had broken up, many of the Jews and God-fearing proselytes followed Paul and Barnabas, who were speaking with them and were persuading them to continue in the grace of God. (Acts 13:43)
Paul and Barnabas let the flow of grace carry them toward God. They knew that to go back to the 613 laws of the Torah was to get beached in the gravel of self effort. They pled with their converts to continue in the middle of the river of grace.
I, too, wanted my life to float in the depths of grace, and yet, there were hazards—shallows of doubt, and boulders of temptation. Proper navigation was no simple task. I needed a mentor, someone further along in the faith to guide me into the free current.
By instinct, I knew what a mentor in grace would look like. A person of grace would open their heart wide. They wouldn’t be condescending, but would rest in the power of the Spirit. A person of grace would love animals, and be kind to enemies. Their life would be free of worldly ambition, and refreshingly content. They would laugh, and have smiles for everybody.
Where was I to find such a person, one who modeled the inner beauty of grace? The leaders I knew were stuck with me in ankle deep water.
Then it hit me. Most any young child could demonstrate grace. I read back over the qualifications and, yes, a child would do nicely.
Prayer: Jesus, make me a trusting, laughing, childlike person of grace.
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When they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and discovered that they were uneducated and ordinary men, they were amazed and recognized these men had been with Jesus. (Acts 4:13)
I get recharged by spending time among green, brown, fur, and feather. I’ll choose an hour in the woods over electronic entertainment every time. The energy and serenity of the outdoors changes who I am.
The same is true about time with Jesus. The most beautiful personalities I’ve met, like Dawn Christmas, were made that way by spending time in the presence of Jesus. Self-help schemes, and even formal learning, are paint over rust and rot. They don’t reach the core person.
Dawn Christmas was an elderly believer with a dead husband and a deranged son. She had every reason for bitterness, yet, true to her name, she was one of the most festive, Christlike people I ever met.
When Dawn wasn't reading her Bible, she was shuffling down the street toward another gathering of the saints at nearby churches. She had no interests except more time with Jesus and his people.
Dawn taught me that the only agent for real improvement is when I sit close enough to the Master to absorb his ways. With my head on his shoulder, I hear him whisper corrections and congratulations. The more of his direction I can get inside me, the more I effervesce with his beauty.
When a flower is visited by a bee it leaves pollen that changes the bloom into fruit. I need my encounters with Jesus to leave me changed, fruit bearing. Time with him is not about more knowledge or emotional sparkles, it’s about fertilizing my character for new growth.
Prayer: Holy King, may I change until others know I’ve been with you.
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“Indeed, my plans are not like your plans,
and my deeds are not like your deeds,
for just as the sky is higher than the earth,
so my deeds are superior to your deeds
and my plans superior to your plans.” (Isaiah 55:8, 9)
“Go ahead, son, let go. You can trust me,” Dad said.
My feet dangled from a bright-green walnut tree, just beyond his reach. I shook my head and clutched the branches. A skinny six-year-old would’ve been an easy catch, but I wouldn’t make the leap. Something in my juvenile reasoning concluded that if I couldn’t catch a falling person, nobody else could either, not even my strong father.
Now it’s my heavenly Father I’m disappointing with my lack of trust. As when I was six years old, my mistrust grows out of a failure to acknowledge the differences between me and my Father.
There are two responses to the dissimilarities between God and me. The one I commonly adopt is to humanize God. I do the same thing to my pets. “Hey old girl, you look like you want to go for a walk.” I project my thoughts onto my dog. Just so, I make God into an aloof being with limited insight like me.
The other response is to be awed into trusting humility. Moses, Isaiah, Peter, and John all had common reactions when they encountered God up close—they hid their faces and stumbled over what to say. That’s where I need to exist, not contriving how God is, not limiting him by my understanding, but blown facedown by a majesty to which I cannot find the edges.
The gargantuan immenseness of God’s knowledge and love should leave me cured of trying to climb the tree of life by my strength, and willing to fall limp into his arms.
Prayer: Holy One, I trust your wisdom for my life.