rants of a beggar

^{Mark 6: 6 And He marveled because of their unbelief..}

Jesus marveled..

Very rarely do we see the Son of Man stand in awe of something..
Yet it was the blindness of their heart, which left Him in wonder..

It’s funny how we complicate things.. how we choose to rationalize or twist the facts to seem more appetizing.. I guess I would be marveled too, if the Answer you have been looking for was right in front of you.. yet you failed to acknowledge or receive, and instead twisted and distorted it, to suit your own comfortability.. Our heart when deceived is a destructive tool.. It can make any excuse to fuel our selfish want..

Yet, the blueprint for the heart of man was intended to be marveled..
It was crafted by the same hands that forged the mountains, and fashioned the seas.. Yet our hearts were born into our fallen nature, and cast into the shadow of our sins.. Only to lay wait for a Redeemer..

The markings of a beggar..
Lined with pain and brokenness..
Each wound sealed by the scarring of shattered trust..
and  hope deferred..
A heart once sick..
Now found purged ..
Forged through suffering

Father..
My heart has heard your summon.. a call unto your throne..
you sit waiting and yearning.. longing for your child to rest upon your lap… the creation of your hands.. molded into your image.. given life by your breath.. cherished by your blood.. and consumed by your warmth..

There you sit.. patient.. yearning.. simply to extend your embrace..

yet.. your child peers into your room.. only to quietly turn, and walk away.

When it comes to people one thing is for certain..
We are frail creatures, when not rooted or connected together..

Without relationships we are but a passing shadow..
It is the people and community around us,
that stitch us into the seam of life..

If Christ purchased the church with his blood..
Why are we not willing to live and die for the people around us?

Our investment in the body comes from Christ and his investment in us..
Yet our consumer mentality creates a notion that our church is for us..
Rather us living and dieing for the church..  Yes, the church is not perfect..
But it is for that reason that we need each other to grow..

Man (the species not gender) is futile.
Our hearts can only muster a faint amount of strength on our own..

We search constantly for amusement or fulfillment in order to pass our time..
Yet when all things fade away..  we are left bare and depleted.
Its easy to be disillusioned, by the temporary..
People have spent forever, searching for ways to mask the pain of humanity..

So often I find myself.. pushing, looking, wanting, trying, doing, and failing…
I am easily reminded of my feebleness .. my value lacks the luster of a shiny new coin..
I am tainted, I am bruised, I am broken, I am weak, I am wrong…

Yet in my weakness, I find strength…
A solemn surrender consumes my inner being..
My lack is met with His grace..
As His light burst thru the cracks of my broken pot..