Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts

Saturday, November 2, 2019

I Corinthians 13 for Writers

Though I write with the voice of an angel, and have not love, I am become as a forgotten word in a dying language. 



And though I have the gift of enchanting language, and can unravel all mysteries, and absorb all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could change the world by sharing my ideas, and have not love, I am nothing. 

And though I give a portion of my royalties to feed the poor, and though I put my reputation on the line for the Truth, and have not love, it profits me nothing. 

Love suffers rejection, and is faithful. Love doesn’t envy the success of others. Love isn’t prideful about accomplishments. Love isn’t puffed up. 

Love isn’t self-focused, doesn’t seek favor, is not oversensitive to criticism, is not easily threatened. 

Love rejoices at the success of others. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 

Love never fails: but where there be prophetic writings, they will fail; Where there be inspired messages, they will cease; where there be magnificent stories, they will vanish away. 

For we understand in part, and we write in part. But when perfection arrives, then my scraps of writing will be washed away. 

When I was a child, I wrote as a child, I understood as a child, I reasoned as a child; but when I became an adult, I put away childish things. 

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I am known in part, but then I will be known fully.
  
And now I must write faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 

Sunday, May 28, 2017

A Conversation with Jesus

Do you ever wonder what it was like to talk to Jesus one-on-one? In John 4 we have details of His conversation with a Samaritan woman. He asked her for a drink, and her response was to put up the guard of the cultural barrier between them. “Jews have no dealings with me.” Most likely she said this while looking at the ground between them.
He said, “If you knew who you were talking to, you’d ask me for a drink, and I would have offered you living water.”

She was skeptical. She asked, “Are you greater than my ancestor Jacob who built this well?”
He said, “Whoever drinks from this well will get thirsty again. I can give you everlasting life.”
He asked for her husband, knowing she didn’t have one, deliberately treating her with a dignity some would say she didn’t deserve. That led to discussing her marriage status. She lived with a man who wasn’t her husband, and she had had five husbands before that.
Jesus acknowledged the entirety of her past, but He didn’t berate her for it.
He saw the grief of a broken heart.
He saw her wounded spirit.
He saw self-esteem in shambles.
He told her, “If you knew who I was, and what I could give you, you would ask me for water.”
He talked to her in monumental terms of the ancient promises and world-changing prophesies about to be fulfilled.
She resonated with those words because she believed the Messiah was coming to reveal these things. She was perceptive enough to know that Jesus was important, but she couldn’t fathom that the Messiah was already close enough to touch.
Can you imagine her shock when He said, “That’s me.”
HE was the Messiah.
He didn’t elaborate on the gravity of her sins.
He simply offered her everlasting life.
In few words, He offered freedom from emotional bondage
He offered healing for her brokenness.
He offered fulfilment for her all her needs.
He made her a promise.
He gave her hope.
The next thing we know, this outcast sinner woman was running around town telling everyone, “Come see a man who told me all the things I ever did.”
Was she excited to tell everyone about her heartbreak? Her brokenness? Her sin?
No. She was excited because someone offered her unconditional love and eternal life. After just one conversation with Jesus, she was no longer ashamed of who she was. She wanted everyone to know about this gift of hope. 
As a follower of Jesus, I want to be able to interact with people like He did. I want a heart of compassion that will overstep the same boundaries and offer the same hope.
I can only speculate, but I would like to think that this lady in return gave her life as an offering to Jesus. I’m sure she was devastated at His crucifixion, and elated at His resurrection. I hope she was in the upper room for the first outpouring of the Spirit. Or maybe she was in the crowd when they asked Peter, “What should we do to be saved?” Either way, she had a story unlike any other. Her life changed on an ordinary day, in an ordinary place, after just one conversation with Jesus.