For His Purpose
For His Purpose
My daughter cut her right hand on a broken
glass while doing dishes today. She
received immediate medical help by technicians and a first aid kit. Bandage on and tears stopped, she commenced
to eating lunch with her non-dominant hand.
Batter up!
Today, Grandpa and Dad took over the dish routine. Many glass glasses awaited their turn in the
soapy plunge. Plastic glasses also advanced. I was reminded about God. He makes a difference. Praise God! He knows His own.
Does not the Word say some are predestined to glory and some to wrath? In other words, He makes a distinction calling a people, who were not His people, His people. Contrarily, He predetermines an adverse soul to Hell.
Glass glasses are handled with care. They are used in noble settings. Plastic glasses are for the rough handlers. A lower state they serve and barely make it to the supper table. Thanksgiving is marked by Grandma’s fine utensils hidden in the up cupboard. Special.
So, we are glass glasses. He has predestined us to glory by working the name of His Son. Others remain plastic wares. However, they can ask God to change them to glass. As He has said, all men will be held responsible for their actions. To make no upward choice forces God to drop the vessel to the floor. He will not cross His Word.
Today, let us who have been called to glory be transparent.
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