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…what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him? You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor. (Psalms 8:4, 5) (NIV)
A five point buck stood in our yard in the Sierra Nevada foothills. His butterscotch coat twitched in muscular readiness. No surprise would overtake this lordly creature. His head came up to precisely the right height. One inch lower would show him careless. One inch higher would reveal fear. He struck a majestic profile with his lifted chin and flared nostrils.
The antlers flowering from the buck’s head made me wonder about their usefulness. It seemed an excessive crown of authority. Nevertheless, by his stance, the stag declared an understanding of his anointing. He held himself in the perfect balance of defensiveness and courage.
The stag demonstrated that the beasts of the field know their place better than I know mine. Like the deer, man has a crown of authority that graces his head. It is our intellect. God bequeaths some of his own intelligence to his offspring, but it’s an unwieldy rack for spiritually frail beings.
Jesus cuts a statuesque model of where our intellect belongs. He is compassionate yet confident, accessible yet commanding, dependent yet fearless. In Jesus Christ, I have a demonstration of precisely how to carry my intellectual crown.
God commissioned us to operate between the physical and spiritual orders. We have dominion over both animals and ruined angels cast to earth. My success at this assignment will depend on how I carry my crown. Will I let my intellect drop into careless distractions? Will I pretend my rack is something it’s not, because deep inside, I’m afraid? Or instead, will I learn from the stag and, admitting my vulnerability, stand only in the might of God to mount my rightful place in the cosmos?
Prayer: Holy Father, fill me with humility before you, and courage before the world.
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“You must repent of such words and thoughts!
If you do, I will restore you to the privilege of serving me.
If you say what is worthwhile instead of what is worthless,
I will again allow you to be my spokesman.” (Jeremiah 15:19)
Words are conceived in the soul. They gestate among the convolutions of the brain, develop in the vocal cords, and are delivered into the world by way of the mouth. Because words originate in the hearts of beings who will live forever, each word is eternal. After the air ceases to vibrate with the sound, words live on in the spiritual realm.
Words contain power. God created the universe by speaking words. With words he made us after his image—beings with power in our own words. We can bless and curse, construct with truth, and destroy with lies. Destinies are altered, wars begun, and nations forged because of words. Is it any wonder God calls us to repent and utter only worthy words?
Jesus is at the nexus of two megaphones. The whole of God’s wisdom and creative power enter the wide end of the first cone and compress into the person of Jesus. The other megaphone aims its wider opening at us. Jesus speaks into it of all God is and how he loves us. Most of his words blow past—and yet, as his love penetrates our soul, a few truths are conceived. New words gestate. These newly birthed utterances have God’s genetic heritage in them.
What a privilege to receive and give out the truth of God. It’s the miracle of procreating words with God.
Prayer: Jesus, Word of God, speak to me and through me today.
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“The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure, hidden in a field, that a person found and hid. Then because of joy he went and sold all that he had and bought that field.” (Matthew 13:44)
Back in my business days, I met with industry leaders at exotic locations. We stayed in five-star hotels with every amenity. The halls were graced with pieces of art, each worth more than most people will make in a lifetime. More recently, I ministered in hovels, slept in mud huts, and ate whatever the poor could offer. God allowed me to experience the gamut so I might discover a vital truth.
Joy doesn’t come from circumstances—rather, it comes from a treasure I clutch to my heart in any place and any setting. This prize is a multifaceted spiritual gemstone I must never let out of my grasp. The name of my gem is “Faith in Christ,” and whether I’m coddled in extravagance or deprived by poverty, I curl around my jewel and shut out the world.
I turn the stone in my hands and ponder each facet. One side sparkles the truth that I’m forgiven. Other facets shine paradise and release from the curse into my eyes. Perfect, stunning, lovely warmth from the Holy Spirit glows from my treasure and into my soul. Absorbed by this great trophy, I care little if the roof above me is gilded in gold or peeling in decay.
I can’t live without the luminance I clutch to my core. It’s my future. I can live without present recognition, health, or abundance—but not without the future radiating from my gem.
Prayer: Lord, I wrap myself around the treasure of you.