And it is my prayer that your love may abound more and
more, with knowledge and all discernment, so that you may approve
what is excellent, and so be pure and blameless for the day of
Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that
comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God. Philippians
1:9-11
Our ladies group is pretty tired on Monday nights;
it has been a long day. And a long life. We have all lived a long time in this
thing called Christianity, this walk alongside of Jesus Christ. And the older
we get, the simpler it gets.
We are good little readers and we have read many
times and again the books that line all of our shelves at home. And we have sat
in ever-so-many circles of friends, swirling iced tea or with our own water
bottle sitting by our bag on the floor, with a Bible open on our laps. And
pretty much every time the church doors are open, we have been there, sitting
close to the front, or more often in the back, handing out bulletins or sign-up
clipboards, placing cookies on plates, or rocking almost-asleep infants. And of
course there’s the signed petitions and bumper stickers on and bumper stickers
scraped off.
And last night we joined old Paul, Paul in his jail
cell, beaten and yet undismayed, full of the understanding that when it all is
distilled and undistracted, this is his prayer for the ones he loves, the ones
that he holds in his heart: that your
love may abound more and more.
And we all heard a story, almost a parable in its
power, of a busy and not-so-organized preacher man who kept his promise and
took twenty minutes to listen to an unmarried but very pregnant girl and that
twenty minutes changed her life forever. Twenty minutes and a willingness to
show up late to a previously committed lunch meeting. May we all be so willing.
And the footnote connects Philippians with James
3:17, which spells out pretty specifically this knowledge and discernment that
accompanies love: But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to
reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere.
All this simplicity doesn’t mean that we just sit
around on our collective couches and eat bon
bons. Rather it is an encouraging, filling with courage, reminder of what
this walk is all about, this walk alongside Jesus, the one who a bruised reed He will not break, and a smoldering wick He will not
quench, until He brings justice to victory, which is exactly what the Spanish
translation says: that we may be full of
the fruit of justice, through Jesus.
Full to overflowing, as time is short and the days
are dark.
To the glory and praise of God.
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