Banged Up

Running the garbage disposal with a spoon within its jaws creates three seconds of clamor and panic. Have you been there? My spoon's experience of such terror and torment left it forever different from the rest, its smooth factory edge nicked and jagged. Three seconds of being in a place never designed for a spoon has left it...changed. Changed forever.

Earlier, during our first cup of coffee, I mentioned that God loves to fix things for his children. That stands alone as true.

Certainly, at times he allows a limp to remain. Sometimes he even gives us the limp. Just ask Jacob.

I've spent time in fellowships that seek and celebrate God as a healer in the here and now. Most of those congregations have been the healthiest ones I have been privileged to be a part of. There are some folks who hold to the conviction that healing is the constant will of God...for the here and now. And with some of them, I have expressed my disagreement.

God loves to fix things for his children. Paul's assertion that "the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us." Glory! It is coming, and it will cover the planet like an ocean without margins.

The weakness of the flesh, your flesh, your banged-up flesh...the flesh that you allowed to be in a place it never belonged, maybe only for a few seconds, minutes, or years...will be completely healed, renewed, restored, recreated. If…

—R. R. Watt