transparent - (n) - capable of transmitting light so that objects or images can be seen as if there were no intervening material; easily understood or detected; obvious, candid, open
Dear Groovies and Grasshoppers,
Thank you for your desire to be obvious, honest and open in our friendships. Thank you for your desire to be easily understood in your marriages. Thank you for your transparency.
As believers, we are called to be a light on a hill so that others may look and see Christ in our words and deeds. That means shedding our egos, exposing our vulnerabilities and being available to Him so that we are capable of transmitting His light.
In our humanness and natural defenses, it's a difficult thing we are called to do. But when we step back and see a glimpse of that beautiful light, we give hope not only to others but also to ourselves.
Jesus said to the people, "I am the light of the world. If you follow me, you won't be stumbling through darkness, because you will have the light that leads to life.".... You are the light of the world--like a city on a mountain, glowing in the night for all to see...No one lights a lamp and then hides it or puts it under a basket. Instead, it is put on a lampstand to give light to all who enter the room. (John 8:12, Matt 5:14, Luke 11:33)
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Kim - very well said but as we left last night I was drawn to the story of Lazarus and the removal of his crave clothes. Once we have been called out in to the light we might not have the power on our own to remove what intangles us or what we have come to call acceptable which might require the help of another believer or even a professional however continuing life in the old sins is no longer an option. So as I am learning how broken I am, I am realizing the way I cope with relationship in my life has to change if I am ever going to be more like Christ. The statement that is who I am has to be - that is what Christ has called me to be!
Kim, Thanks for your post. Although parts of last night were tough to hear, it was SUCH an enlightening discussion and it was genuinely good. But tough is good for us. Of course the difficulty of our tests in life get harder. Only a poor teacher or coach would give an easy test we wouldn't grow from. God prepares us to do well in the challenges we face. I pray that I no longer use who I use to be, as an excuse, for not being who God has called me to be NOW.
To my former friends, known as the groovies and the grasshoppers... It's with much regret that I must respond the out flow of unconditional love from all of you... Who would have ever thought that a small accident with a misguide electric razor would bring such deep wounding... Yes, I now know that my lovely wife, of twenty plus years, threw me under the bus this past Friday night... I don't know if it was out of anger that I was away for the weekend with another person or she simply had nothing more important to share then my little mistake from the night before... I was further wounded when my supposed friend, "my what happens in Scottsdale stays in Scottsdale buddy" attempted to snap a photo of my now pathetic mustache to send back to the group... You can imagine the humiliation I felt... This was the very man I had spent the evening having a putting contests in the comfort of our hotel room... I even let him beat me so his confidence might be raised for our round of golf scheduled the next day... Then to return to numerous emails and U-Tube videos of famous men with mustaches, the March mustache music video... I guess all of you had nothing better to do Friday night at marriage builders then to make fun of my now pathetic mustache... And to think, all of this was set into motion by my lovely bride... Debbie Debs, thanks for throwing me under the bus... Needless to say, I will recover because I am resilient, besides counseling is not that expensive... The boys had a great time at Spring Training... Thanks to our lovely brides... On a serious note, "I love you all", even when I am the butt of your jokes... R
You took it on the upper lip like a real man, Ray.
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