This week I’ve been attempting to rest my shoulder after surgery. Added to the physical setback and not-so-fun rehab, I’ve managed to lose my voice for the second time in two weeks. I already have such a weak voice, think whisper. Yesterday was a hard day, discouraged by my limitations and weakness.
God’s strength is made perfect in weakness
What do we do when we fail? Who do we turn to when we can’t lift something, or even talk to someone 3ft in front of you? I’ve been turning to my wife, poor thing. She’s even my chauffeur now – it’s caused a few laughs and she prays its not a sign of the future!
The Apostle Paul, when confronted with false teachers and accusations pointed to weakness as a sign of his right to speak to the Corinthian church. They had been under the spell of worldly men, proud and self acknowledging. Instead of boasting in his flesh, he affirmed that those who follow Jesus, they have little rights in this world – we are a broken, surrendered people wafting the aroma of Jesus in every place.
I wish I could say that I’ve been pleasant to be around in my physical weakness. I haven’t been. I’ve complained a lot, frustrated at my range of movement and speed. My heart is slowly releasing its stubborn grip. I beginning to thank Jesus that I need not impress anyone, nor perform to be accepted & loved by the Creator. I think this is part of being reminded of our weakness, even our sinful hearts at times – that through this acknowledgment of dependence on others, on Jesus, we find rest in the merits and agape love of Christ – not our own strength.
What deception to find false refuge in the ‘arm of the flesh.’
Strength in weakness. Learning.
“The church is not made up of spiritual giants; only broken men can lead others to the cross” – Bosch