One of my favorite verses is Romans 8:30, but I can never seem to remember it. I think I have too many favorites. It says, "And having chosen them, he called them to come to Him. And having called them, He gave them right standing with Himself. And having given them right standing, He gave them His glory."
Can I just say one more thing? Someone once told me that the hope I talk about is a false reality, that my life is like a bubble. Bubbles are pretty cool, come to think of it. How does that liquid capture air like that? And why are they so colorful, always changing in the light? How is it possible that once you form a bubble, you can chase it down and blow even more air in it, and then it becomes gargantuan, but it still won't pop unless it hits something? Bubbles are pretty mysterious. But that doesn't take away from the fun, does it?
I love the progression of that. How he hand-picked us. Then He called to us, drew us to Himself through His incredible love and compassion. Before we even embraced Him, He gave us the gift of righteousness- being able to appear sinless, pure, right, in His presence and before His throne. And then comes the most mysterious and exciting part of all...
His glory.
A few verses up, Paul talks about how all of creation, against its will, was subjected to God's curse and God's absence, but it groans and eagerly awaits this glory that will come again. "But with eager hope, the creation looks forward to the day when it will join God's children in glorious freedom from death and decay."
Glory. Freedom. No more death. No more decay. (aka, WONDERFUL!)
I often find my mind, which has become one of my biggest annoyances, in total and complete conflict with my spirit (which is in harmony with God's Spirit, which is all Truth). I have people in my life that enjoy arguing about the formation of my faith, like God's Word-- how the Catholic priests put it together and left such and such books out, and how we don't know what Jesus did for most of his life because he's 12 and then in the next chapter he's 30.
Some people find those facts too important and refuse to read and believe something that has gaps and mysteries like this. Or they make up their own theories.
You wanna know what I think?
I think they are idiots. But more than that, I am urged to love and care for them because they have forgotten that this whole thing is about the mystery. It's all about the Mystery that we will never be able to fully comprehend.
Some people find those facts too important and refuse to read and believe something that has gaps and mysteries like this. Or they make up their own theories.
You wanna know what I think?
I think they are idiots. But more than that, I am urged to love and care for them because they have forgotten that this whole thing is about the mystery. It's all about the Mystery that we will never be able to fully comprehend.
This is true beauty, my dear friend. Being caught up in something so wonderful and mind-boggling that you finally come to the conclusion to just run with it and enjoy every sweet moment. I am so blown away by the thought of God. I am so consumed with this never-ending, mind-surpassing, grace-abounding, love-unfailing, passion-igniting, purpose-giving God. Wow. He's so great.
Can I just say one more thing? Someone once told me that the hope I talk about is a false reality, that my life is like a bubble. Bubbles are pretty cool, come to think of it. How does that liquid capture air like that? And why are they so colorful, always changing in the light? How is it possible that once you form a bubble, you can chase it down and blow even more air in it, and then it becomes gargantuan, but it still won't pop unless it hits something? Bubbles are pretty mysterious. But that doesn't take away from the fun, does it?:)
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