People might think I never wash my hands.
I’ve spent several hours so far, picking and then stoning
cherries. Fingernails are now stained with the juice of red and black cherries.
In a rush to pit all the cherries so I could loan the
cherry-pitter to a friend, I forgot to insert the critical piece, a tiny
rectangular bit of plastic with a cross cut into the middle of it. I couldn’t
understand why the cherries were falling through the hole and not just the
cherry pits. I resorted to a former method – using a straw, until Don came
through and asked innocently, ‘Don’t you need this?’ Of course. That tiny bit
of plastic with the cross cut in the centre, big enough to allow only the
unwanted cherry pit through into the discard box. Crucial.
How often do I struggle to remove the hard inner bits of my
own character, instead of coming to the Cross and letting the Lord do it for
me? Rather than reforming my character in my own strength, with all its
limitations, help me this day, Lord Jesus, to bring those things which defeat
my godly aspirations to the Cross. Help me to follow you so closely that those
godly character traits – the fruits of the Holy Spirit living in me – begin to stick to me, without my being even
aware.
My yoke is easy, you said, Jesus. My burden is light. Praise
the Name of Jesus.
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