Hand Him a Sharpie
Posted by:
SeLahGirl on
April 3, 2008 at
1:00PM EST
I was thinking this morning as I was talking to the Lord, and
suddenly I remembered the time when they brought a woman caught in the
act of adultery to Jesus. I remember how he said nothing, he merely
began to write in the dirt... the vision is so clear and vivid. Our
Lord is so beautiful...
I have heard some teach that they thought he was probably writing
various sins in the dirt that her accusers had committed themselves.
Others have taught that he wrote the laws/words of God in the dirt and
her accusers were so convicted over the guilt of their own sin that
they dropped the stones and walked away.
Every story, every recounting of every moment with Jesus fascinates me, every time...
I wish I had been there. I wish I could have been just a fly on the
wall or a lizard on a rock and watched him and listened to his words
fresh from his mouth, spoken by the very breath of God... someday.
-- oh yeah, where was I?...
Writing in the dirt.. right.
So as I was thinking about that this morning it occurred to me how
small we are. How we pray for people and miracles happen and God
intervenes and how all the power that flows forth is directly from him
rather than us -- he is the source, we are merely the conduit, the
pipeline that carries it. And I was overwhelmed by the privilege to
serve the Creator of all things in such a way. Just like Jesus reached
down and ran his finger thru that dirt, just as he spoke without
actually having to speak, he does the same thing today.
(definitely a selah moment)
That is our call, our commission. We -- dust of the earth -- are a
whiteboard for Jesus to speak without speaking. He touches us, dirt,
and he changes us. His hand is so gentle, so quiet, so full of peace
yet so full of power. And the world around us, hears his voice in all
that we do and all that we say. Who are we that God would use us for
such a glorious thing, that he would let us play such a significant
role, that he would throw us into the spotlight with himself?...
insignificant dirt that we are
We have no power, no glory, no righteousness... nothing.
And yet, he values us, he wants us with him, he wants to be with us,
and so he writes on us and lets us be a part of his world, a part of all that is important to him,
and he gives us power and glory and righteousness, freely, with love, as a gift,
all with a simple touch.
We must never forget that it is always about Christ who shines through us.
The glory and the goodness and the miracles are all about him and not us.
He loves letting us be a part of it, giving us purpose, sharing his glory and the excitement of it all.
Just as those in sin looked upon the dirt that Christ had touched, whatever was written there...
Just as they were convicted of their sin and gave up their anger,
dropping the carnal weapons of this world at the feet of Christ...
So should our lives, the dirt that we are, living billboards speaking the words of Christ without having to always speak...
So should our lives affect those in sin around us to give up their sin,
to love one another, to war with spiritual weapons, trusting God,
loving him, and loving those around us who may be guilty of committing
wrongs against us and against God (the same wrongs that Christ has
forgiven and released us from).
Our lives should be a
reminder of his love and his mercy, a declaration of his authority to
forgive whatever he chooses to forgive. Which is much.
We have been the accusers of this woman,
we have been this woman sitting helpless and hopeless in our guilt.
I pray that God would let us be the dirt, written on by the finger of
God, a new covenant, a new law called mercy, his voice that brings
change to the lives of all, healing and wholeness. We must choose who
we will be daily. Will be be the stone that crushes and kills, will we
be the one guilty of sin and rebellion, or will we be the dirt...
touched by his hand, changed, serving as the voice of our Lord to bring
an end to death and freedom from sin?...
We are dirt.
But when Christ touches us, breathes the breath of God into us,
Speaks thru us and thru our lives,
dirt becomes something beautiful and alive,
life-giving, precious, and like Jesus,
a reflection of Christ,
the bringer of Good News,
News that changes everything.
His touch makes all the difference.
Oh if he would but write on us today...
indentions in the dirt,
with a stick that may leave a scar,
with a Sharpie that could be any color of the rainbow,
whatever he wants to use
whatever he wants to say.
Wanna be beautiful?
Wanna feel power surge thru you and out to everything you touch?
Wanna be different and to make a difference?
then hand him a Sharpie and ask him to write on you too
^_^
