Engagement Shawl by Scott Burdick
That Secret Place
We are not perfect. No matter how hard we try to be the simple
fact is we are just not perfect. The
bible says, “we all fall short of the glory of God”. We all have issues, problems, phobias, mess
and confusion and it matters not that we are baptized in Jesus name. We simply are not perfect. We are but human.
Often we are so much in a hurry
to accomplish great things for the Lord.
We are the champions of Kingdom building. We go to school, we train, we prepare. We suit up and show up for ministry
opportunity after ministry opportunity.
We have our laptops and tablets fully charged and a cell phone
surgically attached to our ear. We are
busy, busy, busy. We are ready to effect great things for the saints in our
churches, on the streets of our neighborhoods, in our communities, cities and towns. We are holding up the blood stained banner
and we are convinced that we have the power to move mountains. After all is it
not written that if He be for us who can be against us? We are equipped and we
have put on the whole armor of God. All of it on the surface of our ‘outer’ man
while our inner man suffers and cries and hurts.
We all have that secret
place that nobody knows anything about. That place in the dark where we are naked
and fully exposed. That place that holds all of our secrets. Those secrets that come in many sizes, shapes
and descriptions. Secrets about our
sexuality. Secrets about how you really feel about your messed up self. That
secret place of loneliness, un-lovedness, unworthiness. The secret place that holds all of the lies
about ourselves that we have held on to for so long that we have begun to
believe them as truth.
There in that secret place are
blessings blocked and we remain in a state of fear that someone is going to
find out the truth. That so called truth that really is the enemy whispering
over and over that we really are not smart, we are not very attractive, we
really are a mess up. Whispers and
jabber that repeats that we really are a failure and everything we touch comes
to a lousy conclusion. No matter how much we hear it preached over the pulpit
or how often words of encouragement come from our pastors, deacons, sisters and
brothers in Christ or our family members we cannot fully grasp or receive it
because of that secret place where we sit believing a malignant lie.
We were not saved because we are
perfect. We are saved today because of the
simple fact that we are not perfect. We are but human.
©2013, Oakland, California, USA
