Tuesday, February 28, 2012
A Caring Master
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Love
"Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things." - Cor. 13:7
Often times when we read this part of the scripture we tend to ask ourselves, "Is this the love that I have for others?" Which is not wrong, but the question the Holy Spirit asked me is: "Is this the love I have for God?" I'm not going to lie, or sugar coat the truth. I don't have this love for my God.
You would think that this is the love I would have for God, the maker of the universe. Who knew my sins, my thoughts, my backsliding moments before I was even born...before the foundations of the universe and still loved me to point of dying on the cross for me. He endured humiliation when He deserved praise. He took lashes when He deserved glory. He wore a crown of thorns when it should of been a royal crown. He was pierced to a cross and hung there in unbearable pain when He should have been given a throne.
Jesus loved me and believed a sinner like me is worth redemption. After knowing this truth how can I not love Him with a love that is willing to endure trials. A love that is willing to believe all things are within His grasp. A love that is willing to trust Him with my very life.
The sad part is my love for Him is lukewarm when it should be boiling. I'm sorry God. Please give me a heart that burns with a passionate love for You.
Application: I will wake up early in the morning to spend time with my Lord and play some worship songs.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Tossing Mud
"Does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;" - 1 Cor. 13: 6
Its amazing how God uses people to soften one's heart to be able to hear His voice. He used Joshua, Eloi, Paige's IBS, and this verse to shine light in an area of love I've fallen short in: "rejoicing in [one's] iniquity."
My father and I don't have the best father-son relationship, to be honest, we barely have a friendship. Now I see why. Whenever we spend time together it always ended up with us arguing; me tossing his sins in his face and rubbing it in. In other words, rejoicing in his iniquity.
I could try to justify my actions (which I'm use to doing), but in the end I have to realize that Jesus never rubbed my sins in my face. He chooses not to remember them; blotting them out. Yet, I find myself doing what Satan does best: condemning.
Want to hear something even more convicting? This man who I ridiculed using his sins gave me $2000 to go to Potters Field Ministry. I bet you if I didn't hear God pointing this out, and I were to get in an argument with my dad I wouldn't even remember the money he gave me for the school, just his sins that effected me. What is worse is my younger siblings are following my example.
Application: I will write my father a letter apologizing for my actions and allow him to remind me about the letter when I argue with him.
Lingering Cancer
"Does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;" - 1 Cor. 13:5
At first when I read this I thought nothing in this verse convicts me, but as I continue re-reading it the Spirit really begins to draw my attention on a small fragment: "...Is not provoked." Instantly, God shows me events from my past (some just a couple days old) where my anger was easily aroused. He's showing me another nail I haven't hammered in on the coffin for my old self.
One event I remember in particular is the day I snapped at my mom full of anger. I've done this many times, which I've been convicted of, but this event is really pathetic on my part; continue reading and you'll agree with me.
One night I was on the computer probably on Facebook, and my mom calls out my name. She doesn't yell at all. She says calmly, "Jesse." I respond irritated, "What do you want?!" She comes to me and says, "Mijo, can you go through the Bible with me?"
My mom just wanted to learn more about God, and within that could of been the opportunity to share Christ redeeming love to her. I've allowed my anger to linger in my life, never really put effort in getting rid of it. Its like a cancer to my body, and instead of seeking medical treatment, I just pushed to the side hoping it would get rid of its self. Funny, how naive we are to believe the "little sins" are not a threat to our spiritual lives, or our witnessing. It is another lie that the enemy wants us to believe.
Application: I will pray and asked the Lord to reveal to me a piece of scripture to combat my easily provoked answer. Also, when I go back home I will ask my mom if she would like to have a bible study, something God has placed on my heart.
Update: I've sent my mom a letter apologizing for my anger and mistreatment. She forgave me and said I'm a good son. I love my mom.