Friday, March 2, 2012

Humanity perfected

So I was reading the book of John, chapter 4 today. I was really struck by something about Jesus. Aside from the fact that he's God in the flesh and that's way cool, he was really comfortable in his own skin. See I think we often forget the humanity of Jesus. Of course he was and is God but he was also very human. He got tired and hungry and impatient and was witty and funny and serious and apparently lost his temper some as well. Of course, in all his humanity, he never sinned. That makes him incredible. That makes him divine.
Sorry, back to John 4. Like I said, Jesus was really comfortable with who he was. Would that we all could be that comfortable with ourselves. When Jesus deals with the Samaritan woman, he almost seems rude at times, right? I mean, he basically calls her a slut. He's like, 'Oh I know you're not married. In fact, you're shacked up with some dude'. At first glance, in our politically correct society, we read that and kind of push back, right? We're thinking 'what's up with the name calling, Jesus'?
But Jesus makes no apologies for the truth. He just speaks truth and lets everyone around him feel the weight of it and the weight and force of his personality. The truth is that Jesus is so kind, so loving and so true that he cannot be anything else. He is humanity perfected in God. Think about that for a second. Jesus is humanity perfected. The perfect human. Nice.
See, I want this. I crave my own perfected humanity. I want to be like Jesus, to walk so closely with him that no one can tell the difference between me and him. Does that sound arrogant, impossible? I don't think so. After all, Jesus himself said we are to be perfect (Matthew 5:48).
I think the way to this is to be perfected in Jesus. To let him so completely take over all that we are that we cannot be anything other than perfect. Then we will be humanity perfected.

Monday, February 27, 2012

The Twitter plunge

Ok blogger followerers (is that a real word?), I'm taking the Twitter plunge. Find me on Twitter: @BScottGarrison. Holler!!
But here's what I'm tripping on this morning. The apostle Paul was the man! I love his writing because, not only was his intellect amazing, but so was his life. Paul lived what he preached. His lifestyle fit his message. Shouldn't we all do that? Shouldn't we all live like we mean it, like we actually follow Jesus? If you follow Jesus, live like it!!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

A story to tell

So I have discovered how much I love to tell stories. I know that is shocking for some of you (tongue firmly planted in cheek) but stay with me here. Not only do I love to tell stories but I’ve found that I really really really love to tell stories about Jesus.

Stories about the love of Jesus.

About the mercy and grace of Jesus.

About the provision of Jesus.

About how cool it is to live with Jesus as my savior and best friend (even on the bad days).

So I have a new story to tell. When we moved to North Carolina, we had (and still have) one car. The car that Laura had before we got married. It’s serviceable but it ain’t a limo. It has a lot of miles on it and pulls kinda weird to the right when you brake etc. We knew that we were probably going to have another vehicle. Problem was (and is) that we don’t have the money to buy a car. So we’ve been getting by on one vehicle. It helps that we’ve both been unemployed and live really close to campus.
Anyway, we knew we were going to have to have another vehicle at some point in time. So we prayed. We prayed that somehow, in His perfect timing, God would provide another vehicle. See, I see things like this: everything on this planet, indeed in the universe as we know it belongs to The Creator. So, it’s already all His so I figure that if He wants to share, that’s cool. If not, that’s cool too. It is His after all.
Today, God spoke.
Today, God answered our prayer out of His riches. And I’m still trying to wrap my head totally around it.
I was in chapel this morning when my dad texted me, asking me to call him when I could. So I called my dad while walking home. He told me that someone had walked into his office this morning, asking if we still needed another vehicle. He said we did and asked why. This person (and I have no idea who they are) then told my dad that they had felt that God had told them to give us their car. Let me say that again. They were just giving away a car. Out of faith. Out of obedience. Out of love.
I just started laughing. Because I didn’t know what to say or what else to do. Because all I could see in my mind was a picture of Jesus standing there with a huge smile on his face, watching his child unwrap their present. Watching his child, his friend as their eyes light up with surprise and joy and laughter. “It’s just what I wanted,” we cry! And he smiles and says, “That’s why I got it for you.”
Oh my friends, don’t miss this! Jesus loves us and he provides for us! If we will be faithful and obedient, he will provide! It won’t be easy but Jesus himself is with you, in you (if you know him). I knew when we launched out on this adventure that we would utterly fail without the One True God. But I also believed (and still do) that He will provide. I don’t know how and I don’t need to know. But I promised Jesus that I would never stop telling his stories, nor will I.
God is good, my friends! God is faithful, even when we are not. Fall on your knees and thank Him for His faithfulness!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Ephesians 6 prayer

The armour of God.
May you find me ready at all times, as all good soldiers are.
May I rest in your strength alone, for mine is insufficient.
Help me to recognize my enemy.
Give me the humility I need to realize that I cannot do this without you, Lord.
I need your armour, your word surrounding me, encompassing me, in my very heart and soul.
May I always speak the truth and put on your righteousness; my human efforts are worthless.
May I walk with the peace of your gospel so that I am prepared.
May I take shelter under your shield of faith, for my enemy is fierce.
May I wear proudly your salvation.
May I wield wisely and boldly your word, my sword.
Above all, grant me humility to realize that I cannot stand until I kneel before you in prayer and adoration, my King.
My life is yours.