It’s a bloody mess. There is a lot of failure in it. It is a battle where we are brought down again and again. Brought down by what we are and what we continually discover ourselves to be. And we are victorious only in the victory of Jesus, a victory that is ours by faith, but not one we will fully enjoy until it’s conclusion.
I fall down. I get up…and believe. Over and over again. That’s as good as it gets in this world. This life of faith is a battle fought in weakness and brokenness. The only soldiers are wounded ones.
In every moment when I am winning, Jesus is with me. And in every moment when I am losing, Jesus is with me. At any moment when I am confused, wounded, and despairing, Jesus is with me. I never, ever, lose the brokenness. I fight and sometimes I prevail, but I can’t prevent more of my screwed-up, messed-up life from erupting. Because I belong to One whose resurrection guarantees that I will arrive safely home in a new body and be part of a new creation, I miraculously, amazingly, find myself continuing to believe, continuing to move forward, until Jesus picks me up and takes me home.”
(Michael Spencer)
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