When Christ Rules The House

 

When Christ Rules The House

1 Timothy 3:4 “One that ruleth well his own house, having his children in subjection with all gravity;5 (For if a man know not how to rule his own house, how shall he take care of the church of God?)”

1 Corinthians 11:3 “But I would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ;”

     The blood of man is amazing.  If I remember my college education, there is so much stuff dissolved and floating around in our capillaries that water would not be comparable.  In other words, water would turn to mud if it were asked to do blood’s job.  Something about ionization, possibly, that keeps all the elements flowing along without coagulating at every turn.

     So is the household under God.  What a farce!  Do I rule with a stick?!  Is that what the first verse is saying in 1 Timothy?  If a man ruleth his house, he does well?  Then he is able to rule the local church of God.  Well then…

     What does that look like?  Are we not stronger when we are weak?  I do not pretest to assume I would pass this accord if Jesus were to walk by my door.  If happened down my street to see my illustrious mansion so parked on South Nicollet Street, I do not think He be impressed in times past.  See, I have not always acknowledged my weakness before Him.  My inability to rule.  Even my ownself.

     As I am the head.  As I am the gate.  Even as I usher in the new day with all its vices if I choose into my dwelling.  This place is a sanctuary.  Who am I to defile it?  Too many souls at stake here to let the enemy in his blood curdling yelps streak my youngens’ in the wee waking hours.

     I arise somewhat early. I tend the fire.  I light the thing in inside me that needs to keep vigil.  Sleep has come but it must flee that it may come again.  If I trip about the morning in sarcasm or God please forbid, bitterness, I scare the little ones.  So I keep myself upright.

     True discipline I have found is to hand over the scepter.  A greater God is He who offers guidance.  An oppressive king I do not know Him.  I simply offer to Him my ear.  He be the greatest Counselor.  Why neglect this need?

    

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