Oct
Help my unbelief
For todays much delayed rant of a blog post, please refer to The Gospel according to Mark, chapter 9 verse 24 which reads:
Often when I get sick, I also get rather depressed. I become unpleasant and would rather just curl up into a little ball and walk away from the world. Though this is far from the point of my rant. The unfortunate thing that happens is I cry out ‘Why?’.
Why?
Yes, Why.
I question much of that which I know to be true because it becomes rather painful. How is it that someone could trust God when you don’t get everything you want. I mean, I put so many coins into the vending machine that I should have got something by now? Right? Honestly, what do you say? Have I not merited something by now?
No.
What?
No.
What?
You have put nothing into the vending machine, in fact you cannot. You have poured your life out into the world and the world has given you nothing. But God has given you a gift. That gift is Jesus. His life. His death. His resurrection.
To this I fall down on my knees and I weep. My pride, my arrogance, my ambitions and my plans are nothing for they return void.
Yet, I am given a gift. Look to Jesus the cry comes. He died so that I may not. He suffered so that I may not. His righteousness has become mine. My sin he has paid the price for.
My tears, they still remain. Though not out of pain and sorrow, but out of joy and jubilation. My soul rejoices because Jesus died in my place. The God who is there died at a time in history to pay the price for the sins of all man for all time.
I sing, I clap, I dance because Jesus died for my sins. Despite my cold, my body that aches and quivers, I sing to Jesus for he is everything I need.
Lord help my unbelief! Show my the cross of Jesus and as the rain pelts down on the tin roof, wash all of my sins away.
May God bless the study of his word,
Matthew Delves.
