03 June 2015
What are We Made For – One of a Kind
Greetings Dear Reader,
We do not understand our uniqueness enough. We do not see how much effort God has put into our existence. We run the gamut from believing we sprung accidentally from primordial ooze to thinking we are an alien science project.
I hold the waning belief that we are created by a God who loves us and wants to know us. He claims to have created us as unique individuals. He made us to know him, love him, and enjoy him.
We have a purpose. We all have gifts, talents, and abilities. I wish that one of mine was the power of flight but for some reason God ruled that out. I can write. I enjoy being good to people. I can sing a little and play a couple of instruments. Many others do all of these things better than me. I am a small fish in a vast ocean.
I am, however, one of a kind. God knew all that I would be before he laid the foundations of the earth. He knew and responded to my choices for ill of good. He is working out his design in me.
When I feel loss, unloved, unwanted, or unneeded I can find some solace in this. I will not pretend that knowing this heals all. It could but my fallen nature does not allow it. I doubt and I fail. In Christ alone all can be mended. He made me unique to be his then I ran away. I am one of a kind made by God and I rejected my maker.
My Grandfather used to tell a story about a little boy who built a model sailboat. His father helped him cut the wood but he glued, nailed, and painted it. It was bright red with a blue stripe all the way around. It had three white sails. .
He took it out to a local lake to sail it. A high wind arose and his precious boat was blown away. He mourned its loss and moved on to other things. A few weeks later he was walking down the street and in the window of the local pawn shop was his boat. He went in and told the proprietor about his boat. The unyielding man insisted that he had bought the boat and that the selling price was thirty dollars.
The boy saw thirty dollars as an unreachable sum. He did odd jobs, saved his allowance, and watched every day to make sure his boat was still in the window. After three long months he had enough money. He went to the shop and purchased the boat.
As he left the shop he cradled the boat in his arms. He whispered to the boat, “You are twice mine. I made you and I bought you. You are twice mine.”
We are uniquely made. We are one of a kind. When God lost us he bought us back. He paid for redemption with his dearest blood. That is truly a comfort. .
In Christ Alone – Stuart Townend
In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone! - who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe.
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied -
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine -
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand:
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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