
Are you a servant or slave? The Book of Romans opens thus,Paul, a bond-servant of Christ Jesus,
Are you a friend? I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you. John 15:15.
Or are you a child? But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. (Ps 131:2)
Beggar, servant, friend or child?
Which are we?
All.
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I love Hudson Taylor’s description of his relationship to Christ (also known as Hudson Taylor’s spiritual secret).
Jesus is the Vine–the root, stem, branches, twigs, leaves, flowers, fruit, all indeed. Aye, and far more too! He is the soil and sunshine, air and rain-more than we can ask, think, or desire.Let us not then want to get anything out of Him, but rejoice in being ourselves in Him-one with Him, and, consequently, with all His fulness.
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He is our creator, our sustainer, and the sea in which we will eventually swim. He is the vine, in which we are branches.
He is the shepherd of shepherds.
The inspirer of writers, the editor of writers, the literary agent of writers.
He is the parent of parents
The gardener of gardeners
The intelligence behind entrepreneurs who seek him
He is our all-sufficient everything, and we realize the truth of this gradually.
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And what is Christ to me, at the moment?
Well, I have come to a point which took me a long time to reach: the point of brokenness.
Interestingly, my battles with weight have brought me there. I am really, really struggling to remember to eat low-calorie meals and to exercise enough everyday. To change my eating habits. Okay, I am breaking a lifetime of bad habits, so it’s not easy.
But like those struggling with alcohol, I reached the stage at which I realized I could not do it on my own.
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And there were other things I realized I could not do on my own.
I am finding it hard to both blog and write books, though I long to do both. So I need God’s help with that too.
I need God’s help with discipline.
I need God’s help not to get side-tracked with social media—blogs, twitter and facebook and online newspapers.
I like the Alcoholics Anonymous 12 steps
- Step 1 – We admit we are powerless over our addiction – that our lives have become unmanageable
- Step 2 – We believe that a Power greater than ourselves can restore us to sanity
- Step 3 – We make a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood God
I have recently realized how I use food as a way to deal with uncomfortable emotions—stress, boredom, highs, lows, depression, emptiness, the occasional tantrums and negativity in family life. And this must stop.
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How? In this respect, I am coming as a begging child to her father for remember to seek the filling and fullness of the Holy Spirit, whenever I am tempted to eat for comfort.
Come Holy Spirit. Veni Sancte Spiritus.
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Thanks so much, Claudia, and Ernie. Yes, it's been a long winter. We usually go somewhere sunny for a week or two in winter–New Zealand, Spain, Costa Rica, Mexico–but this year did London and Wales. So we are all feeling sun-deprived, slowed down, and a big ragged. And I am in the middle of a health scare–tests and all. So I guess my posts are becoming a bit bleak and down in the mouth!!:-) But off to the beach tomorrow.
I often take refuge in Psalm 18:2
The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
In this verse, he is my father, my mother, my sibling, my all.
The rock I can rely on to bring me through all travails, the one who I can trust to listen, to comfort and to fold me in his arms. To pick me up and carry me on his strong shoulders as a child.
Loads more to say, but I can see that you're struggling a little, so will also be praying that your rock and refuge are alongside you now.
Will pray. God bless.