"But for now in Christ Jesus you who once were far away have been brought near through the blood of Christ. For he himself is our peace". Ephesians 2:13-14
Peace...we ALL want it...but why does it seem so hard to find and then when we do, to hold on to it?
If our hearts are truly set on Him, it isn't hard at all and that is the amazing thing, the breathtaking thing, the beautiful thing.
I am currently doing a Beth Moore Bible study with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law every other Tuesday night entitled, Living Beyond Yourself, Exploring the Fruit of the Spirit. It has been VERY good so far. The "fruit" that we are studying right now is peace.
I've been struggling with a few specific things lately and today God decided to lay it all out to me and boy did I hear him LOUD AND CLEAR!! It was beautiful. I like it when He speaks to me and I like being obedient; it's a stretch at times, and at times painful, but it is always good.
I am going to type out what I read at the end of one of my studies today and then add some personal notes following. The day ended with a scripture...
For through him we both have access to the Father by one Spirit. Ephesians 2:18Now Beth's words of closing...
ACCESS to God. Can you even imagine? If such privilege has become commonplace to you, or if you simply desire a greater sense of awe to appreciate your access, read Psalm 104.
I don't know about you, but this psalm makes me feel rather minuscule, and yet we, of all creatures great and small, have access. Why? Because Christ became our peace on Calvary.
I will never forget watching an evening talk show featuring the story of the parents and killer of a young college student. The killer was his best friend. The weapon was high alcohol content inside a speeding automobile. We've heard so many stories about drunk drivers and their victims. What made this particular feature prime-time viewing? The parents had forgiven the young driver...and if that was not enough, they had taken him in as their own.
This young man sat at the table in the chair which was once occupied by their only son. He slept in the son's bed. He worked with the victim's father, teaching seminars on safety. He shared their fortune and supported their causes. He spoke about the one he had slain in ways only someone who knew him intimately could have.
Why did these parents do such a thing? Because it gave them peace. The interviewer was amazed; I was amazed. I kept trying to put myself in the parents' position--but I could not. Then, as the tears streamed down my cheeks, I heard the Spirit of God whisper to my heart and say: "No wonder you cannot relate. You have put yourself in the wrong position. You, my child, are the driver."
God was the parent--who not only forgave-but also invited me to sit at His table in the space my Savior left for me. As a result, I have peace.
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Some of you who read this will know what I'm speaking of and some of you won't...either way, it doesn't matter, it is the end result in the story that matters.
God taught me what grace was and gave me the strength and the true Christ-like ability to give the gift of grace myself. Something that I thought would completely destroy me has brought me the closest to God that I have ever been and He in turn has made me the strongest that I have ever been. Through giving this gift of grace I have found my true peace in Christ and my desire is that it shines through me in everything that I do.