What I Want To Clarify

What I Want To Clarify

Judges 16:30 “And Samson said, Let me die with the Philistines. And he bowed himself with all his might; and the house fell upon the lords, and upon all the people that were therein. So the dead which he slew at his death were more than they which he slew in his life.”

     Wouldn’t we all like to be used by God?  Correct thinking stays His hand.  The Great Puppet Master cuts the strings.  The marionette falls to the floor.  “I love you, I love you.”  Its voice is silenced.

     I use things.  Like a soda can, it holds my beverage till I consume its contents. Then I discard it to the garbage.  So, I want to be used by God?

     Currently I have an ailment.  I am awaiting knee replacement surgery.  My pain worsened in April and I could work no longer.  I have prayed that God miraculously heal my knee.  He has not.

     Time can play with my head.  These same house walls have not changed.  I don’t venture out much since it hurts to walk.  My ultra Christian meditation goes deep into left field.  “Oh Lordeth Godeth, why hast thou prepareth mine body thus way? To Thine glory surely.”

     Yep, yep.  It’s all about God’s glory isn’t it.  We as poor pawns hold square positions as He faces off in a cosmic game with Satan.  He has prepared this time before the foundations of the world that I limp in pain that His name be praised.  A hobbling piece upon the board, all spectators watch what the Master has planned.

     His plan?  Has He inflicted this pain on me that He gets the credit as I persevere in the strength of His Spirit?

John 9:3 “Jesus answered, Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him.”

     Oh so that’s it.  God is just using me to show His great works in me.  Great.  Let me get this straight.  Not because of my sin, I suffer this bum knee so God will get the gold star on the wall of life?  He uses me?  What kind of Father does that?  Not our Father.

     Stuff happens.  This world’s pitcher throws us curve balls.  In some cases we get beaned.  The baseball wizzes and collides with our helmet before we duck.  Our coach has called us to bat.  We agreed to step up to the plate.  We can blame no one.

     So I sit here in my living room writing on my laptop waiting to step out into another day with a hurt knee.  Did God inflict this upon me? No. Is He going to use me?  No.  God will use my situation.  THAT is key.

      He didn’t purpose this in me.  It just happened.  Like a random rock to chip the windshield.  “Ok God.  What do You have planned with this one?”

Romans 8:28 “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”

     Yah, we can claim that one.  He pulls blessing out of ashes.  It is for our good.  How about His?  Another chance to know our Father and walk with Him through it.  He likes to hold our hand.  What I want to clarify is the Father’s heart. 

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