Praise God Almighty for the bountiful harvest below. As I was discussing with a friend today, the number of people that locate us through minimal advertising, is astonishing. We have been fortunate enough to ship equipment from here to Canada and everywhere in between. The method by which these companies come to “find” us never ceases to leave me short of tears, shaking my head in disbelief of how good God Jehovah really is.
I sometimes get in the habit of thinking that because I purposely give God the public credit, serve Jesus to the best of my ability, hit my knees throughout the day, tithe generously and constantly look for ways to bless others it might somehow “buy” favor with the Lord. Some may argue this truth but I’m fully aware of my position at the foot of the cross and just what Jesus came to save.
A committed born-again life does not promise a lack of leprosy or stones thrown. There is no guarantee that my house will be spared and no assurance my body will be free of boils. I am dry bones in the valley and any idea or thought that prevents this posture from being understood is a false gospel. Jesus Christ alone sets my feet upon solid ground, restores my withered hands, provides water from the rocks and clothes me in forgiveness. His love is generous and absolutely perfect, needing no added preservatives or contributions from this life of sin and folly. The poker hand dealt that reveals lemons or lemonade matters nil. All understanding, all praise, all glory, all honor, all surrender, all trust, all proclamations, all leaping and all dancing whether birthed in Solomon’s riches or extracted from Paul’s shipwrecks, will be directed to the Messiah. He alone is good. He alone is perfect. He alone is worthy.
