Saturday, October 17, 2015
Luke, Chapter 12,
Verse 7
Even the hairs of your head have all been
counted. Do not be afraid. You are
worth more than many sparrows.
When I read this passage I
get the idea that I indeed must be the least of those in the Kingdom of God. I
as a young man had beautiful strawberry blond hair and I gained the attention
of many a young lady. Yet, as time went on it all fell out. At first I rebuked:
No, I will not take this and I used various elixirs in an attempt to keep the
hair. As it thinned I did the comb over and then one day I said screw it and
shaved my head. Vanity all is vanity.
As life went on the
challenges of everyday life I lost more than my hair and every day I struggled
to retain the joy of life against insurmountable odds in which I lost more than
my hair. (Divorce, single parenthood, angry children, unemployment, bankruptcy,
sickness) Bravely I continued but ever so slowly I found my joy of life was
falling out and anger was replacing it. Yet, by the grace of God: I still trust
in Him and trusting in Him I find my anger replaced with resolve to do His
will.
The patient man finds a cleansing purgatory in this earthly life. When others wrong him, he is sorrier that evil is done than that he has been wronged. He forgives the evil-doer from the bottom of his heart. He is not slow to ask pardon when he himself has hurt others. He is more easily moved to pity than to anger. He frequently disregards his feelings and tries to live above them, according to his intelligence and God’s grace.[1]
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