God’s Man

I wait for the light to turn green.  I just wanted to get home, so I could sit outside and write.  Yesterday was one of those days Chicagoans dream of in the midst of winter.  In front of me was a vehicle that had the license plate you see in the photo.  Obviously placed there by a man, for few women would declare to the world that her husband is a man of God.  How do I know he was married?  It was on a minivan type of SUV.

As the day went on I could not get way from this man’s statement concerning himsGods Manelf.  Then I realized it’s not a statement of achievement, but of faith.  For this isn’t who he is, but more of who he is striving to be.  This takes guts to declare to the world:  “This is who I am trying to be.”  I don’t drive patient enough of others to dare put this on my vehicle.  (Not yet I’m sad to say.)  Not to mention the many times I fail those who know me.

Phi 1:6  There has never been the slightest doubt in my mind that the God who started this great work in you would keep at it and bring it to a flourishing finish on the very day Christ Jesus appears. (MSG)

I receive hope from this verse.  Being God’s man is certainly a worthy goal to have.  This world, but also those who know me, needs me to continue to strive to obtain this declaration as truth.  I desire to be known by all (and that includes those closest to me) as “A Man of God”.  Maybe one day my tombstone will read, “Here lies a man of God, but only till Jesus returns to take him home.”  That even my death would proclaim the hope of eternal life we have in accepting Jesus.  Whose man or woman are you?  I hope God’s.

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