Time connects what space separates – such asHead & heart, God & man, Crime & punishment (just deserts), Oppressor & victim, powerful & feeble, young & old, Capitalists & socialists, rulers & ruled, Zenith & nadir, Romeo & Juliet, Saliya & Asokamala, Masters & servants, teachers & pupils, Root down below & fruit high above, Dick Wittington & King, Wrath & mercy, Lion & the rat – humility always wins.
Destiny – Fingers of the Divine Potter & the human clay become intimate & almost interchangeable. Clay knows instinctively the Potter’s design & takes shape. This cannot be done with chisel & hammer which are kept for less delicate or less intricate artistry. Work of the human soul towards Christ-likeness is God’s greatest handicraft more beautiful & more precious than Grand Canyon, Snowflakes, Rainbow, Coral life, prisms of a precious stone, finest lacework or the Crown of Queen Elizabeth. Value, beauty & radiance of one single life crafted with spiritual beauty mirroring Him is the prize that the Saviour sought when He paid the ultimate price on a skull shaped Rock – Golgotha.
A cricket stroke is not glorious – it is well timed & well placed. There may be beauty in the crafting. Food is delicious not glorious. Academics may also bring a fame – passing off for glory. All this exacts wages. You are paying time with time & precious relationships. Glory belongs in God’s realm. We have it scripted in us – what’s highest, utmost, best, noblest – that’s God’s residual image. We try to gain “glory” in different pursuits. They satisfy some for a while – “if you really hit it”. Some never get it. Envy, anger, depression set in. We lost much since birth. If we loose the last vestiges of the higher image, we will spin uncontrollably. Life seems not worth the living. But then step now in to the best, highest, utmost – God has for you. Your design calls for that. Nothing will suffice or satiate. Glory is true – let’s go for lasting glory that does not fade. .when God gives glory your destiny will be your child’s legacy. When we are touched by a song we feel God’s honour welling up in our heart; worship follows & in adoration we bow and say that was glorious. It was about God coming thru into all my senses and my spirit, conscience, intellect, will & emotions. Even my body may tremble. GLORY