Gongs and cymbals?
I was almost going to delete the last post. Not because I wanted to hide a particular aspect of me, but just because I didn't think it was very helpful to anyone (read the 'Preface' right at the beginning of the blog if you don't know what I mean).But anyhow, I was reading through 1 Cor 13 last night.
"And now I will show you the most excellent way. If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing."
I love it how sometimes when I'm struggling with something, God provides me with an answer right there. I don't even know how I got to be reading this passage, but it switched on the metaphorical lightbulb upstairs in my head. It occurred to me that that's what I felt like: a resounding gong, a clanging cymbal. I might have all this skill/knowledge etc but I felt so awful about having it because it was missing something -- I think I lacked love in my servanthood. I mean, it's not like I don't love people, I just think I have yet to really grasp what it means to serve out of godly love.
And without it, that's what I am -- an irritating noise. Assertive, dominating, purposeless.
The trick is now to learn to turn that sound into notes for His symphony.
[P.S. to whoever that posted that last comment: I appreciate the thought... thankyou muchly. =) ]
posted by me. @ 8:52 AM
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