Man, what a piece of work I am. At this rate, they’ll start naming TV shows after me. Oh, wait: they’re already taken: “Arrested Development” … “The Twilight Zone” … “Just Shoot Me”
= – =If you’ve been Very thin-skinned, Or you tend To easily offend, Well, in the end, You’re better off then, Without me as a friend?
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I have hoof-in-mouth disease. Today I am especially thankful that my good buddies are made of sturdy stuff. (Well, I’ve been watching God building it into them.)
I can’t speak for any of you, but as for my Christian walk, it’s a dichotomy of grace: when I am filled with God’s Spirit, it’s beautiful. HE is beautiful! But, sadly, if I move into non-self-control mode (mouth moving ahead of discernment)—Heavens, what a garbled mess—and it can happen so quickly: The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil…
My precious loved ones are patient, understanding, and forgiving. They practice forbearance—years and years of it. Today I sent a feeble (but sincere) apology. Check out this response: “No need, we are not that easily offended. Plus, it was not your heart to hurt anyone. … I love you, Sis.” This, my dear readers, is a person being set apart by God; gradually sanctified, learning to emulate the gracious God we serve.
What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!
I look forward to heaven. While I’m here, occasionally I’m a pain. But I know—because of the death of Christ on my behalf, I will be in heaven. And it will be different. I won’t be a pain anymore. I have His Word on it: God is among men, and He will dwell among them… and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain…