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Friday, August 26, 2011

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Clay

I've been stuck on 2 Corinthians 4:7 a lot lately:

But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.


What's so jarring about this particular verse, of course, is that it does not say that our treasure is the surpassing power of God.  But, on the contrary, our treasure is in the jar of clay, a humble, fragile structure, easily broken and cast aside.  My treasure is my weakness.  I should delight in my weaknesses (as Paul says later in 2 Cor. 12:9-10) because it is through my weaknesses that God chooses to show his surpassing power in and through my life.

For me, it's easier to visualize how this works through physical weakness or circumstances in life that I can not change.  These are things which I (wrongly) think of as being outside of myself and how I relate to God.  I understand that I should delight in difficult circumstances because they are opportunities for God come into the situation (as if he wasn't already there) to show his power by doing something that I am unable to do.  But what about spiritual weakness?  Should I really delight in my inability relate to God in the way I know he wants me to?  To be unfocused in prayer?  To utterly fail to thank Jesus sufficiently for all that he's done on my behalf, let alone failing to thank him even for providing for my basic needs day in and day out?  For my lack of discipline?  For my doubts and apathy?  Are these treasures??

Yes, I think they are.  Because, at the end of my life, I want to see clearly that it has been Jesus all along who is the only one sufficient to bring me through.  I can not do it.  I don't have the strength myself.  A resonating theme with the prayerful words of a song my church at home in Manhattan, Kansas will be singing in just a few hours:
The sun comes up, its a new day dawning,
it's time to sing Your song again.
Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me
let me be singing when the evening comes.

Dear Jesus, let me be singing when the evening comes.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Meet Kina

Meet my newest appendage, Kina.

I have had her for almost two weeks now, and so far I have ascertained that her passions are:

  • Chewing on whatever may be closest to her mouth
  • Licking it if she gets in trouble for chewing
  • Killing anything made out of fabric
  • Chasing motorcycles
  • Food of any shape, size, or taste other than her own
  • Always having me in her field of vision, or better yet laying directly on top of me
  • Drinking only dirty water
  • Destroying cockroaches
The last one is much to my joy, although "destroying" may be too thorough of a word, as all of the unfortunate roaches that have met with Kina so far have only been severely maimed so that I've had to finish them off with the plunger.  Even so, more have met their demise in the last two weeks than in the previous month.

A friend of mine bought her in the Night Bazzaar last year, and now I get to keep her as my friend will be returning to Australia.  She knows a few words and her name, although it's amazing how much her comprehension improves when there's food nearby.

The only things that have been destroyed so far are a stuffed toy that I gave her and the flip cap of my toothpaste.  Eh.  At least she had minty breath for a while.