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But Jesus answered them, saying, "The hour has come that the Son of Man should be glorified. Most assuredly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone, but if it dies, it produces much grain." (John 12:24) I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit. (John 15:1-2 NASB) There is a beauty in broken-ness; that process whereby we are in some manner reduced by our Lord's loving and artful hand. By failure perhaps, or persistent, nagging sickness or disrepute, or even poverty — all of course working to lead us to that ultimate state of nothingness, that He alone can be the All in our lives and the Substance in our hearts. How can it be? we wonder. What good can possibly come from such humiliation? From such painful denial? From such a lowering of our station in the world of men? Yet the beauty, my friends, rests in the loving wisdom of a heavenly Father who wishes to bless us to all abounding with the lasting riches of His fullest and abiding presence. It is in the stripping away of all that inhibits or corrupts this potential gift, where the truest splendor shines. For brick upon rotting brick must be chiseled away until the foundation is exposed. Only then can our blessed Advocate secure Himself as our sure and solid foundation. The beauty ultimately lies in the purification of our hearts that results from being exposed to the Refiner’s fire. Here is where all the dross of selfish ambition and love of the world is burned away from our lives, leaving a pure and refined saint where a sinner and rebel once stood.
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a refiner and a purifier of silver; The beauty also shines forth through the dynamic and living testimony that results, as our wise Counselor and Teacher permits us to prove what He is revealing to us, whether it is a test of our faith in His love, or His trustworthiness. When the devil or his darkness comes at us head on, to tempt or corrupt us, our Lord must know that our light will remain, that we will stand firm as His faithful lamp stand. And always resisting and grinding under it all is the swollen, festering pride of humanity, the 'oh that I were a king' presumption that surfaced first in that ancient and sordid heart of the archangel Lucifer. How it loathes failure, defeat and loss of any kind. How it despises dependence on anyone and submission to circumstance. Watch as it writhes and coils under the weight of so many painful setbacks and assaults on our self-sufficiency. I remember vividly when my wife and I relocated to the Midwestern United States from Canada some years ago. Here I was, with a number of university degrees, a growing career and business, a heart full of my own esteem and importance, unable to find a decent job. Despite numerous attempts, every door seemed to close abruptly on me, as if God Himself and all His angels were against me. I guess I knew intellectually that we are tested as Christians, but somehow this was different, infinitely more real, and more painful. I was forced, for a number of years to take some menial jobs that I felt were far below my credentials and ability. As a husband my self-worth started to sink as I was unable to adequately provide for even my wife. I grew increasingly languid and depressed, with seemingly no way to escape. I would pray, sure, but gradually all that was coming out was “Why Lord why?” and “When Lord when?” You must also understand, that all of this was happening in the mid-nineties at the height of the health-wealth gospel. Every Christian television station seemed to be littered with sharp-dressed showmen pulling out proof text after proof text to convince us that our material success was indicative of our spiritual condition and faith in God. Here I was, ready to go under, and this was effectively like someone throwing me an anchor. Other Christians meant well too, but after a while I couldn't bear to hear another Bible verse used to convince me that God chastened the children He loved, or the pastor telling me that there was some unrepented sin or idol somewhere in my life, that I might not even be saved. I attempted not to lose heart, too hang on, but it was so terribly hard. The world seemed to be advancing ahead of me and I just couldn't keep up. I was angry and bitter and alone. I felt like something was dying inside me, like I was losing my grip on reality. And you know what, my friends, that is exactly what was happening…and I have since come to realize that all that I experienced, all of the deep down hurt and abandonment was securely in the hands of a loving Father who was breaking me down in order to build me back up again in His Son. This is the part that is beautiful, if we have eyes to see. Believe me, I know it is not easy, nor does it appear beautiful while we are right in the middle of it. Yet it shows us vividly how deep our roots run into this world and its self-worshipping spirit. So often in the Christian walk, our Lord needs to know that, stripped right down to nothing (as the world measures things anyway), we won't abandon him. He needs to know that if all else has been lost, that He is our sufficiency; that He will be increased while we are being decreased. Hear this, my friends... You and I are only on this earth as disciples of Christ for one reason, and one reason only - to represent a true and living witness to the kingdom of God. And just as this is true, so it is also true that this testimony (the entire sum of our lives as God's witnesses on earth) must be forged in the furnace of His refining fire. There can be no exceptions! You can survey all the pages of the Bible and you will not find one! Wherever there is light, there is soon darkness coming against it with all of its hellish fury! Perhaps this is why the physical birth of a human child is such a violent affair. Where there is newness of life, there is pain and upheaval and tumult... yet look at the beautiful result. From such crushing and at times bloody denial, the brash heart within us is brought patiently or perhaps abruptly to the point of need. Here is the moment of truth; here is the place where the spirit and the flesh collide; here is that divine pathway to contriteness and true biblical humility; here is where all things beautiful in the soul of a redeemed human being have their genesis. Truly the grain cannot grow until the seed is made to fall to the ground and die. The man who would follow the Christ too must be loosed from the self, oftentimes painfully, in order that Christ might prevail and assume His rightful pre-eminence. And just as a broken stallion is both a splendid and useful creature, so the man of God has been brought by his assorted ordeals to be something better and higher; to assume his proper station beneath the Most High. My friends, as we attempt to understand the harsh trials coming upon us, consider the perfect beauty and power of broken-ness - how our bruises are working to purify and refine us for an eternal purpose; how our faith and trust in our God is being emboldened and hardened from the testing; and how our love for Him is being purged of all devotion to self and any created thing. We understand from the Book of Job and other places in the Word how intimately our Loving Father loves us, and is in involved in our development and sanctification, and how He was even willing to release His own perfect Son to the same suffering and death that we could be redeemed and made whole. What a wonderful thing when we see it in the eternal context of His plan for our lives as His children. Is it easy? No. Is it often painful and humiliating? Definitely. But is it profoundly beautiful when seen through heavenly eyes? Absolutely! Please pray for us here at Living-Walk, that we would watch and see the Master at work, and understand what He would have us do. Your friend in Christ Jesus,
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