(Old pic, boys have grown a lot in a couple years.)
Here it is approaching midnight. I so wanted to sit down and write out some thoughts from today earlier but a neighbor popping in, a child wanting to play cards, a husband not feeling well and soap to be made stood in my way.
So, here I am, printing labels for soap at the very end of this 2nd Sunday in Advent and writing out some thoughts with this very tired brain. Consider yourself forewarned.
Today's reading was reflecting on love and today at church we heard from 1 Corinthians 6, not an apparent tie here, but there are these two questions:
Why not rather suffer wrong? Why not rather be defrauded?
I remember having a Bible study with a lady once who seemed appalled at the thought that you should do something or refrain from doing something because it might cause that person to stumble in their walk with Christ. I remember the look on her face that said, "That cannot mean that! That's co-dependency. I can do whatever I want." I remember thinking she doesn't get it. She still thinks Christianity is something you add like a cherry to the top your personally selected sunday life. She certainly doesn't think Christianity is taking up your cross and following Jesus daily in dying to yourself and bearing with others, even suffering.
That section in 1 Corinthians that asks those two small questions... that's the part that came to mind when I read this evening's Advent reading on love.
Christ suffered wrong and was defrauded along the path to glorify the Father and bring me (and all those who would believe) back into a right relationship with God.
I will suffer wrong and be defrauded in this life as I set out to glorify my Father and point others to Christ.
That's the price of love. But oh is it worth it!
To the one who holds tightly to all they have to uphold their worth, suffering wrong and being defrauded is to be avoided and must be avenged at all cost.
But to the one who knows all things are theirs in Christ; who knows their worth and identity are found in him, to suffer wrong and be defrauded is a light and momentary affliction on the path of Christ-like love.
Being a Timothy-Mom to two boys in a divided house is hard. It's been really hard these last 48 hours. But God amazes me how, "The king's heart is like a stream of water in the hand of the LORD- he turns it wherever he will." I worried. And I took all those worries and cried and poured out my heart before the only One who can do anything about a 12 year old boy's heart and his tired, unbelieving dad. And He turned that unbelieving heart toward wisdom. And gave him the right words for his troubled son. And I stood there in the hall and thanked God for hearing my cries and intervening.
I will trust Him! There is no one like my God!