Monday, December 10, 2007 | Monday, December 10, 2007

More of You, and less of me.

For once, just this once, this one line of don moen's song kept repeating over and over. It was baffling. Then it was infuriating. It took a miserable but humbling experience after for this stupefied brain to finally realise what God was driving at.

Pride.

In 2 Corinthians 12: 7-10, Paul writes, To keep me from becoming conceited...there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times i pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness". Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

Someone put this into context very beautifully: Yet it is in this brokenness, the failure of it all, that the beauty of our weakness is greatly accentuated. For God spreads His wings over our failures and makes them His victories. God did not construct it just so that man should compare his failures and thus adore God even more. He has found it good to string our failures into the Eternal Tapestry with loving hands, to better demonstrate His glory. My weaknesses cannot hinder His praise, but better, even my weaknesses, insufficiencies, my melancholy will be used to glorify Him.

Essentially, some, many, you, me spend the whole of our lives attempting to imitate God's character. And being human, we often fail or cannot keep it up. But the point is, God is glorified in all things, even our failures.

Honestly, i am still trying to make sense of it all fully. I am not a great person as paul was, neither can i express myself as beautifully as much as i would want to or be as smart as i would like to be.

One thing that is comforting to know though is summed up nicely by casting crowns:

When i'm weak, You make me strong
When i'm blind, YOu shine Your light on me
Cause i'll never get by living on my own ability
How refreshing to know You don't need me
How amazing to find that You want me
So i'll stand on Your truth, and i'll fight with Your strength
Until You bring the victory, by the power of Christ in me

*I am not, i do not become simply because of what i write in here. These are merely bits and pieces of material i was going through in my head and typed out to sort my thoughts. If there was anything offensive in there, my apologies. That said, goodbye.

Friday, December 07, 2007 | Friday, December 07, 2007

Tears welled up
As she ate her grub
Thinking of memories
Of all she's missed
Off to bed with a sigh
Only in dreams can she fly so high.

It's bad poetry, but. Muse's gone.