Don't you hate it when you discover one of your favorite cd's (that you somehow forgot to download to iTunes) is scratched beyond repair? Not even a good flush in the toilet can fix it. The huge scratch just happens to rip through the best part of the best song? So instead of the beautiful crescendo of instruments and voice, you get a "whig-it, whig-it, whig-it" sound? Or just the beginning of a word over and over and over again? So frustrating.
You will have to endure something similar to the likes of that in this next paragraph.
The Lord has brought back, once again, once again, once again..oops, sorry about that...let me fix it...there we go...to a text in Scripture that I am clinging to right now.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies.
I am enduring something that seems as if it has the power to crush me. In weaker moments, I even feel a teetering towards despair. My heart feels not only struck down but about to be obliterated into a million pieces.
I want to resonate with 2 Corinthians 4:7 - 10 to the very depths of my core but am having a hard time. Maybe it's because the "treasure" I carry has not been my treasure. Perhaps I have set my hope, my expectations, my desires on something else...on a treasure that can't stand the weight of being afflicted, perplexed, persecuted or struck down.
Lord, help me to make You my treasure. Help me to carry in my body the death of Jesus so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in me...so that though I endure something that should crush me, that should drive me to despair, that should leave me forsaken, that should destroy me, the redeeming power of Christ's risen life would rise within and sustain me. To the glory of your Name.