A pig is very selfish. Also, it will kick and scream to live until the very last drop of blood drips out of its body. Pigs will do anything it takes to survive, and to get theirs. Sound like anyone you know?
Okay, I would like to say I haven’t been that bad, but still, I too was a pig, until, God started converting me, patiently, and lovingly, to be a lamb.
Arthur Katz, in his book, “Reality: The Hope of Glory” writes about the difference in a lamb and a pig. A lamb is quiet while it gives up its life, but a pig, will squeal and fight to the very end and will not choose, of its own will, to lay down its life for any reason, especially, for the benefit of another.
Art wrote about the experience he was given to take the life of a pig they were planning to roast. After giving it some thought, he thought it was better to hand the knife to one who knew how to use it with surgical precision.
I don’t want to be a pig. I don’t want to live the kind of life that would be considered selfish, dirty, self seeking just so my needs can be met. I want to be a lamb. In order to become a lamb, I must exercise my free will, and hand God the knife. I must ask him to cut away, until everything inside of me that resembles a pig, will be removed. Ouch!
What is my motivation for this desire? Being a follower of Jesus Christ, and knowing the Bible talks about Jesus being a lamb.
John 1:36 (NET Bible)
Gazing at Jesus as he walked by, he said, “Look, the Lamb of God!”
Isaiah 53:7 (NET Bible)
He was treated harshly and afflicted,
but he did not even open his mouth.
Like a lamb led to the slaughtering block,
like a sheep silent before her shearers,
he did not even open his mouth.
The scripture in Isaiah was prophesying about Jesus. Like Jesus did, I too desire to quietly give my life to God, for whatever purpose he has for me. I don’t want to do it reluctantly, but with gladness in my heart. Knowing that any personal suffering is only for a moment, but the effects will last forever.
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I had a conversation with one of my neighbors today. He conveyed a story of one of his, and his wife’s travels back to the U.S. from Uganda. He shared how the plane developed some trouble and they landed safely in the middle of the night un-expectantly.
Jobs have disappeared,
I received the T shirt pictured here in the mail yesterday. I laughed, and couldn’t believe my knucklehead friend/ex coworker would do such a thing. Okay, now you are probably asking yourself, “Who’s Mike?” Mike was a manager where my friend and I worked. He was a different soul, went by the book, and talked a lot! I often wondered how he kept from going hoarse every day.
Do you feel, like right now, you are in the fire? You were thrown in, because who, in their right mind, would jump in on their own? Maybe your finances are being consumed, your influence, the things you once counted on to define you, or sustain you, gone! Burnt up! You didn’t ask for this, but have been forced into it, and what scares you the most, is you don’t see your way out.
It has been said, faith isn’t grown in a crises, but displayed. I think today’s times would qualify as a crises. I’m not trying to brag, but I, as well as many others, have been at perfect peace for the last two months, or so. How did this come to be? It started a long time ago:
“It’s a 3 alarm fire!” I woke up yelling a week ago, Tuesday morning, at 3:33 AM. It freaked me out. I sensed no present danger, so I proceeded to do what one does when they wake up in the middle of the night, while I asked God, “Why did I yell that?” I got no impressions as to why, and thought perhaps it meant things were really bad with the Corona Virus and I should be praying more. I did, and then went back to bed.
My neighbor, across the street, is taking down his own tree, as you can see in the photo. I looked out the window and commented, “That tree looks naked.” I laughed, but then realized it will no longer serve its purpose. The tree’s beauty will no longer be admired. The shade, the tree once provided, the comfort, will no longer be there.
I have a theory that human spirits are in heaven, with God, and then, the moment a child is conceived a human spirit is installed. It’s just a thought, okay? One reason I believe this is I was in a grocery store and I saw a small child in their mother’s arms. When the child saw me I smiled, and without hesitation the child tried to leap out of the arms of their mother into mine. The child’s spirit wanted to be reunited with God’s Spirit, which dwells in me.
When I was four years old I was able to show people how to get from our house to JCPenny. I didn’t know the street names, but I knew when to get off the highway, and when to turn and which way. This may be more important; I knew how to get back home.