Glory: a misunderstood, sanitized super-christian word that frankly I’m never quite sure of. Supposedly, God is supposed to get it, lots of it. Usually, I want it….for myself conciously and subconsciously. His is inconspicuous, unassuming. Mine…..the louder the better, the more for me the merrier I get.
What glory-boat am I piloting? Is it’s foghorn bellowing echoes of "here I am!" to the shoreline, its bow crushing the other glory-boats? Mine’s like a cruise ship, huge, luxurious, and projecting an image of strength and streaming speed! What’s that in the distance? Looks like driftwood. No need to steer clear….my glory-boat will flatten it! Wow…that was easy and felt so natural. I didn’t even feel the impact. Come to find out later, it was Christ rowing his makeshift glory-raft of obscurity, rejection, and humiliation.
I have to tell ya, I expected more from Him.
Author: rwren
Musician, writer, reader, thinker, worshiper, leaning on the Gospel, depending on Grace, learning obedience, failing, falling, getting back up.
Married to Tina, father to Gage, covenant member of The Village Church.
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Easter Fun
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Easter Sunday was fun this year, but it sure was hot! Here’s a link to some pix from our family picnic, complete with pinata!
Grace Breaks 