Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Come Thirsty - Max Lucado

Jesus knows where to go in your body just like water, He doesn’t need directions, but He does need your permission because like water, Jesus won’t come in unless swallowed. That is, we must willingly surrender to His Lordship.

            The sin-infected, grant God the same respect middle-schoolers give a substitute teacher, acknowledged, but not taken seriously.

Sin celebrates its middle letter sIn. It proclaims “It’s your life right? Pump your body with drugs, your mind with greed, and your rights with pleasure.” The godless lead a me-dominated, childish life, a life of “doing what we feel like doing, when we feel like doing it.” Ephesians 2:3

      God says love, I choose to hate

      God instructs forgive, I opt to get even

      God calls for self-control, I promote self-indulgence

Sin for a season quenches thirst. Given time the thirst returns, but even more demanding. Ephesians 2:4-9

--> How Grace defines us. We are...

      Spiritually alive “He gives us life” v.5

      Heavenly positioned “seated with Him in the heavenly realms” v.6

      Connected to God “one with Christ Jesus” v.6

      Billboards of mercy “examples of the incredible wealth of His favor and kindness towards us.” v.7

      Honored children “God saved you by His special favor” v.8

As grace sinks in, earthly labels fade. You know you aren’t who they say you are. You are who God says you are. Your deeds don’t save you and they don’t keep you saved. Grace does.

“Breathe Grace of God I am what I am” (1 Corinthians 15:10)

“None of us can hold back our spirit from departing; none of us has the power to prevent the day of our death. There is no escaping that obligation, that dark battle.” (Eccles. 8:8)

            This troubles us; couldn’t God let us sign up for a departure date? Most would request the one-hundred-year package of good health followed by a long nap from which we wake up in heaven.

--> But the Lord responds “The day you die is better than the day you were born” (Eccles. 7:1)

Heaven enjoys a maternity-ward reaction to funerals. Angels watch a body burial the same way grandparents monitor delivery-room doors. They can’t wait to see the new arrivals. While we’re mourning at funerals and wearing black, they’re hanging pink and blue streamers, and passing out cigars. We don’t grieve when babies enter the world. The hosts of heaven don’t weep when we leave it. God searched you out before you knew you needed adopting; He’d already filed the papers and selected the wallpaper for your room. “For God knew His people in advance, and He chose them to become like His son, so that His son would be the firstborn with many brothers and sisters.” (Romans 8:29)

We know our fathers name but we haven’t seen His face. He has claimed us, but has yet to come for us. So here we are caught between what is, and what will be. No longer orphans, but not yet home.


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