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Showing posts with label 1 Corinthians 2:12. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 31, 2015

Seasonal Greetings



Now we have received not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, that we might understand the things freely given us by God. -- 1 Corinthians 2:12


The earth has completed another circuit of the sun, yet we are not in the same place we were this time last year.  The sun has moved accompanied by the myriad of stars and bodies of light and darkness that lie around about us.  There is nothing new under the sun yet nothing is the same as it was.  I am not the same, my life has changed completely; nevertheless, I look much the same – a bit more haggard and white-haired, a few more cracks and creases but recognizable.  I have the same memories and scars, though I could not have imagined on this day a year ago what I would be where I am.

 The spirit of the world or the spirit of the age has become more confused, more desperate, fearful, corrupted, and perverse.  It cries, Peace, constantly, while having no hope for peace of any kind.  It blusters even as it cowers, empty of understanding, ignorantly mocking its own ignorance. 

God, the Apostle Paul told Timothy, has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, love, and self-control (2 Timothy 1:7).  We can live in liberty, no longer governed and controlled by fear and intimidation, no longer manipulated by passion and worry.  We can rest in the love of God, knowing that He cares for us, empowering us to meet every challenge in life and to live above the animal impulses of the body and the emotions and rationalizations of the soul. 

Tomorrow is both a known and an unknown, mystery and opportunity.  The spirit of the world alternatively exults and recoils from the future.  The Spirit who is from God reminds us to look not at the calendar but at the seasons – life, death, renewal, and rebirth.  We sleep; we wake.  There is a time to lie quiet and dormant, a time to produce and be fruitful.  The spirit of the age, trapped by time, imprisoned by instincts, can only follow trends and fashions, blown about by the winds of rhetoric and the selfish desires of the soul. 

Through Christ, we live the everlasting life in tune with eternity and controlled by truth.  Every day starts a joyous new year.