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THE THIEF

Comes only to kill and steal and destroy..

A less well know prerequisite to Jesus' "I have come that they may have life, and have t to the full"

I'm wondering if this is what I'm seeing happen right now. It feels like so many of us are in danger of being robbed at the moment. God is doing loads: mainly in us, but also in what we are doing and how we are doing it.. There are many of us on the cusp of something great.. and yet it seems that as soon as God takes us forward, we get robbed. We get robbed as we struggle with our own sense of self doubt, we sin- worse than we ever thought we could or would. We get hurt, we hurt otheres, we are hit by a soul crushing sense of inadequacy.. and thats just me! It all seems to want to take away from us the very thing that God is doing. It feels like we just went to the cashpoint, only to get mugged as we put the crisp tenners into our pocket.

The thief is lurking- he is intent on destroying us... he wants to steal before we grasp what God might just have in store. And yet Jesus still says and promises life to the full. I think maybe we just have to fight harder for it! We need to refuse to be robbed.. resist and he will flee... how often will I be awake enough to notice what is going on and fight... refuse to be robbed...

Lord I cling to your promise.. life in all its fullness..

Comments

Tim said…
yep, yep, i am feeling that jude. i put something similar on my blog a few days ago, in the fighting we find life the full, it's about refining character and all that. never sure if the "theif" is robbing more, or if i'm just getting more aware of what he's doing. i'm standing with you.
Anonymous said…
I've been thinking about that scripture recently too. been praying it to remind myself of our enemy, and then praying God's redemptive charater over all his attempts. I see his hand - but I guess we don't always see God's many rescues and restorations.

'Oh how I would have despaired if you had not come found me there. i can lean against your throne and find my peace'

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