Our lives are not parades celebrating how kind, courageous, caring, brilliant, or strong we are. We are none of those things. How do we know? "As a man thinks in his heart, so is he." And we know our hearts, do we not? And don't we rejoice in the incomprehensible truth that John reminds us of: "if our hearts condemn us, He is greater than our hearts."
No, our lives are meant to be parades celebrating what the God of infinite love and infinite wisdom can do with an old broken pot that He finds in the ditch by the side of the road. Our lives should celebrate the power of the Holy Spirit to take that broken piece of junk and transform it into a vessel fit for the Master's use, transform it into a life that radiates the beauty of Jesus from any old pot that surrenders to the Spirit's beautifying work.
No, our lives are meant to be parades celebrating what the God of infinite love and infinite wisdom can do with an old broken pot that He finds in the ditch by the side of the road. Our lives should celebrate the power of the Holy Spirit to take that broken piece of junk and transform it into a vessel fit for the Master's use, transform it into a life that radiates the beauty of Jesus from any old pot that surrenders to the Spirit's beautifying work.
You know the question, right? Who is the star of your parade? Of my parade?
God resists the proud, and through the miracle of grace transforms the humble into the image of His beautiful, beloved Son.
In His hands and the Spirit's power any old pot will do.
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