Monday, May 23, 2011

Glory...but not for me...

(St Paul, on developing patience) By entering through faith into what God has always wanted to do for us—set us right with him, make us fit for him—we have it all together with God because of our Master Jesus. And that's not all: We throw open our doors to God and discover at the same moment that he has already thrown open his door to us. We find ourselves standing where we always hoped we might stand—out in the wide open spaces of God's grace and glory, standing tall and shouting our praise.

 Life Art: Glory...
                 It is not for my glory that I do what I do or say what I say.  I am here not of my own doing.
I live and breath to the Glory of the only one who gives each breath.  What I say and do can be a reflection of Him, but only if I am gazing on that which I most want to be.

Master is a term that indicates a consummate level of skill, proficiency, superiority or power...

                  He is the master ( in the truest scenes of the word).  And what do you do with a master?
You are at their side asking every question you can.  Learning their trade, craft, knowledge, wisdom. 

But now that you've found you don't have to listen to sin tell you what to do, and have discovered the delight of listening to God telling you, what a surprise! A whole, healed, put-together life right now, with more and more of life on the way! Work hard for sin your whole life and your pension is death. But God's gift is real life, eternal life, delivered by Jesus, our Master. (St Paul)

                 Sin (and living for myself) is no longer my master.  Living in the dark unseen places brought only dull, lifeless and shadowy scenery.
                 I have a new grace filled and glorious  Master.  Now, dwelling in the bright colorful life God has for me; OH the Art I have to gaze upon.  This art is worth learning. This art is worth sharing and giving in abundance to all who share, even one moment of this journey with me.
                   It seems to me that a master (in years past) sought out who they would teach.  They would see potential in an other, for learning what they (the master) had to share.  What happened to this practice?  The master, seeing a part of himself or what he is passionate about in the heart of another. Thankfully God has not left this practice in the dust...

                     I really like something said by Aslan to Jill in the silver chair " would not be calling to me if I had not been calling to you first..."

            Thank you my dear gentle master for calling to me.  And thank you for sharing your life giving art and perfecting it in me...only for your glory do I live
                                                        ...forever your creation in waiting


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