How does this God of mine purge my soul? Do I hang my hat on my gifts and abilities and stick to it? Is my harbor full of buoys that everyone must go around to get to me?
If you do this for me I will listen.
If you meet these needs I will help you
I know what's best for you...do it and
you will be pleased with me.
In the Bible we see Peter needed some purging. His boldness was something God needed to corral to build His Church. Peter's heart change to follow Christ was quick enough and was maybe an example of a decisive and impulsive spirit. The trick here didn't seem about who to follow but how to follow. God is really quite particular, you know. Often I feel fine because I am following Christ. But, God needs me to be much more precise in my obedience. Peter gives us some examples of a path off course. There was the walking under the water technique. "Hey guys, look at me...I'm sinking" (Matthew 14:30) The fishing on the wrong side of the boat method was nice. "Jesus, who's the fisherman here?....opps never mind!" (Luke 5:8) Of course, we have the hair raising ear chopping event. (John 18:19) And then there's the story of the noisy roosters. (Luke 22:60)
How many times have I sunk while trying to walk on the water? How many ears have I cut off trying to win a battle? I don't believe God is too pleased with my interference. My eyes are too proud, my sword too sharp and too many roosters are calling out my name. All for what?
Am I much different than Peter? Do I want to dictate, impress or interfere? God wants none of it. He wants what's right and won't use us till we want His best.
Proving his denial by the third crowing of the rooster, Peter was broken. Did Peter's brokenness change his boldness? In the sense of bold boldness maybe not much had changed. But the brokenness redirected his boldness towards Christ...a surety that God had this direction and Peter would follow no matter the cost. Peter had been purged of Peter. Everyday this purging also awaits me. Sort of a daily devotional, as it were.
The hand of the little girl slid into mine and the tear stained face begged for help. "Please, mister, help me find my mommy." As I knelt and wiped away the tears I said, "Your mommy will never stop looking for you, but let's make it easier for her to find you." At the service counter the tiny hand slipped from mine as a reunion took place some twenty yards down the hall. As I turned to leave my eyes filled knowing, no matter how far I wander, God will always come searching ready to purge, once again, my reckless heart.
