Preach the Gospel to Yourself
Of course this question caught my attention, it is the one I ask myself all day long:
"How does the mom with young kids make the best use of her time when she doesn't feel she has any time?"
The answer wasn't what I had expected. Or, to be honest, what I thought I was looking for: (part 1) preach the gospel to yourself.
Yes. Preach the gospel to yourself.
hmmmm . . .
I consider how consumed I am, mind racing, all day long, thinking and thinking and thinking of many things but not often- I confess- the gospel.
How upside-down this is! Meaningless! are the things that occupy my every waking moment, it all lacks sense or purpose without this still point: the gospel. The only thing that gives purpose to anything.
Preach it to myself . . .
Me, who needs preaching to the most.
Me, greatest in need of the Gospel.
Preach it for repentance.
Preach it for hope.
What else is there?
But the Gospel.
And I open my eyes and the gospel is everywhere!
in the mess
my coffee cup
green from mud
fingerprinted window panes
the glass the wine
this chair I'm on
music released from black and white page
freshly painted wall
love-worn ugly doll
slave's garment blanketing child
Seeing, hearing, touching, believing again the Glorious Gospel and preaching it to myself. Join me in discovering the Gospel all around this week.