Sometimes we just want proof. A sign. That God is real and near and that He has this crazy chaotic mess under control. Sure, we can look back and see evidence of His redemptive power in our lives. I mean, if you’re like me, you can’t walk ten feet into your own spiritual back story without stubbing your toe on some Ebenezer marking a place of His faithfulness — a “hitherto” of His help in your journey. (1 Samuel 7:12)
But still. Today is a new day, and these waves, they get choppy, and these winds blow relentless, and sometimes we want to shake God awake and see with our own eyes stormy seas made calm.
We don’t ask for much. A small miracle will do. No blind eyes opened or lepers cleansed. No stone rolled away from Lazarus’s tomb. Nothing dramatic like that.
A small miracle will do, we say, but God gives the big one anyway. And we’re the ones shaken awake.
And you were dead in the trespasses and sins
in which you once walked,
following the course of this world,
following the prince of the power of the air,
the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience—
among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh,
carrying out the desires of the body and the mind,
and were by nature children of wrath,
like the rest of mankind.
We weren’t merely lost. We weren’t sick or crippled or ignorant. We were dead. Dead. We were Lazarus, entombed in this flesh, by nature children of wrath, and without power to do anything about it.
But God . . .
being rich in mercy,
not because we were good or faithful or worthy, but
because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses made us alive together with Christ —
even when we were Lazarus, rotting, reeking, and without hope,
He called us forth —
by grace you have been saved—
We didn’t earn it. Couldn’t earn it.
But He opened our tombs anyway,
called us by name,
and raised us up with him
and seated us with him
in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus,
because giving us new life was only part of His lavish plan.
He also gave us His Spirit and access to His presence —
so that in the coming ages he might show
the immeasurable riches of his grace
in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.
He planted a seed of belief
For by grace you have been saved through faith
and watered it,
and made it grow.
And this is not your own doing;
it is the gift of God,
not a result of works,
so that no one may boast.
We were dead.
We couldn’t even believe without His help.
But God, being rich in mercy,
made a way.
For we are his workmanship,
created in Christ Jesus for good works,
which God prepared beforehand,
that we should walk in them.
We were dead, but God had a plan,
to raise us up and remake us in Christ —
to take our sins and trespasses,
putrid grave clothes,
and to replace them with
robes washed white.
He gave us
His righteousness and beauty
and the power to walk in
good works —
works we were created for,
works prepared for us
in the heart of God
before we were
Sometimes we just want proof. A sign. We don’t ask for much. A small miracle will do, we say, but He gives the big one anyway, and we’re the ones shaken awake.
He calls us forth out of our tombs by name, opens our blind eyes, and there it is.
Our miracle staring us right in the face.
All we had to do was look in the mirror.
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Giving thanks in community for (#364 -379)
the opportunity to share our story in Rome, GA
precious women in love with Jesus
belonging in the body of Christ
Natalie’s beautiful heart and words
singing in the morning with Jacob
John Keatley going to the Philippines with Arts Aftercare
Zumba with Holly
Amy and John
four generations on one street
(sometimes I think my heart will break)
a comfortable bed
the mystery of prayer
the miracle in the mirror
(such amazing grace)
the patience of online friends
(thank you for not giving up on me)