As some of you know, I recently tore a tendon in my right wrist (my writing hand) playing tennis, which required my right arm to be put in a cast up almost to my shoulder.  I must say, having endured about 2.5 weeks of my casting, I believe there is a special place in hell for casts, and the unreachable itches that seemingly never cease to be.  God is good, though.  He’s been teaching me a lot about losing the pride of independence, growing my patience, and importantly, how to get by typing/writing with only my left hand.

Perhaps more than anything else, God is reminding me about the end to which I was created.  We were made for worship.  We were made to know God, and delight in Him.  We were made that in finding such an overwhelming satisfaction and joy in Him, it would give praise to His glory forever.  Heaven will not be a docile green field with little fat angels playing harps.  Heaven will be a never-ending massive joyful worship-filled party.  We are made for this, this was God’s will in creation.

Ephesians 1:3-6 “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him. In love he predestined us for adoption as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, to the praise of his glorious grace”

Ephesians 1:13-14 – “In him you also, when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation, and believed in him, were sealed with the promised Holy Spirit, who is the guarantee of our inheritance until we acquire possession of it, to the praise of his glory.” 

 Things happen when you only have one hand.  Laundry and house cleaning might get behind, tennis leagues are forgotten, you forget about wearing a tie to work, and clapping becomes fairly awkward…  Things that occupied such importance in a day, suddenly are impossible, and you begin to see they weren’t that important after all.  You’re reminded that your joy isn’t rooted in circumstances, personal relationships, or your work, but in being reconciled to God.

This is my hope for everyone I know.  I don’t desire for someone merely to go to church, reform their lives, repeat a prayer, or confess the gospel in words.  My desire is that they would taste and see the glory of our Lord Jesus Christ.   I don’t claim to be perfect, or have any great wisdom.  I don’t claim to know anything really, except Jesus, and He is infinitely valuable.  Be renewed and refreshed each day by the glory and grace of God in Jesus.  He is our portion, and we are His.  Read your Bibles alongside your Christian brothers and sisters, pray alone with God, taste and see that the Lord is good, and worship Him.    We were made for this.

Grace and Peace,

Adam