THIS life. This life of deciding whether to take a nap or doggedly continue weeding.
This life of having overslept and needing to rush to get dressed to make it to work on time.
This life of laundry and mowing and dishes and teeth-brushing.
This life of figuring out where to work or where to rent or whether to go to the doctor for the owie.
I have been crucified with Christ.
It is no longer I who live,
but Christ lives in me.
And the life which I now live in the flesh,
I live by faith in the Son of God,
who loved me and gave Himself for me. (Gal 2)
Paul's not spouting some theological mumbo-jumbo. He's talking about the here-and-now, the nitty-gritty of what we do each day, each hour, each minute. No matter what mundane aspects of life we're slogging through, we continue on in faith in the Jesus who saved us. We serve Him. We worship Him. And when we don't --when our sinful flesh has its way-- we depend upon Him all the more because He forgives, He rescues, He saves.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Somebody was having a grand time helping move potatoes from the bucket back to the dirt, or from the bucket into the wash-water, or from the muddy water back into the bowl of dirty potatoes. Somebody else decided to help Nanna scrub potatoes.
Grand to have such helpers!!