Broken, all the way down.

Well this day has been full of revelations and disappointments... because there will always be disappointments and very rarely will I have revelations, I think I'll recount the latter.

"I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, 

but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live 

by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself 

up for me." - Galatians 2:20

For some reason today this verse hit my brain like a lightening bolt. I began to think... if when I accept Jesus into my life I truly become his hands and feet, then I have been an extrvagent failure to his love. What have I been doing with his hands? Thumbing through gossip magazines and pointing out others flaws... His mouth? Criticizing my self constantly and spreading an attitude other then Christs... His eyes? Silently judging others and only seeing where God isn't giving me what I want... At the realization of this and it's eternal ramifications, I began to feel sick. I think panic attack is the term used most often. Jesus you're so much bigger then me...

I know this seems like an obvious revelation for a Christian. In fact, I have always known it. But there is knowing, and there is knowing. Someone can know the story of the prodigal son, but if they continue living as they used to - regardless of the consequences - then they don't know the story of the prodigal son. Someone can recite the beatitudes, and know them inside and out; but can't humble themselves... then they don't know the beatitudes. Oh do I know (too well) the irony of seeing when you have been blind...

"So take my hands, 

I lift them high,

There yours not mine to do,

Do what you will.

Im ready now! Do what you will."

-Desperation Band