I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
In the interest of preserving what little credibility I have let me share that “morning walk” is sometimes metaphor. Like today.
After all these years it shouldn’t bug me. In the interest of preserving what little credibility I have I must confess. It still does. Sometimes it bugs me a lot.
“We love the church” they say. “We’ll be back as soon as Pat is gone. He is a hypocrite.”
It bugs me.
Because I have to look in the mirror to shave. And I sit in the quiet as much as possible.
And they are correct. 💯% correct. If anything, they drastically understate the dilemma.
Paul was wrong when he wrote “I am chief among sinners.” Best case he gets second place. I carried home that trophy long ago. That ain’t false modesty. Ask my wife and kids!
You know what bugs me more?
That it bugs me bugs me more.
Because of my friend Jesus.
I preach and, hypocrite that I am, I truly believe, that he finds me valuable enough to love in the ultimate Way.
I preach, and pray, and in my feeble way try to practice, that my friend Jesus can, does, and will use even a cracked pot like me.
Admittedly, Jesus has a challenge. But the glory of my life, and maybe of your life too, is realizing that he is up to the challenge. Heck, the fact that the rest of you haven’t left is proof enough that Jesus is up to the challenge.
So this morning, in the interest of preserving what little credibility I have, and in the interest of living the joy that is my birthright as a child of God, I am going to walk a little closer to the exterminator. These bugs have got to go.
I like his view of me better than I like mine.
I think you will like the Way he sees you too.
I am going to shave now.