Limited?
I heard this said the other day:
Our only limitation in life is our current revelation of God.
Dyin' to hear your thoughts.
posted by Pauline @ Saturday, January 07, 2006
6 comments
Metamorphing Metaphors
A butterfly starts out as a worm. The cocoon experience is even worse - being left alone in the dark. But even during the dark times, there's hope. Something beautiful is being created. She is being dressed; being given wings to fly. She's being prepared to someday dance among the flowers. A butterfly tells a story of the redeemed. I am one of them.
January 7, 2006
Our only limitation in life is our current revelation of God.
Dyin' to hear your thoughts.
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This one is vague, so I'm wondering what to say. Is the author saying, "If I could just see God face to face then all of my personal limitations would vanish" or "The only thing holding me back is that I can't fully reveal Christ" or what?
I think what he was saying was in the context of life and dreams. He suggested that our limitation for achieving things we've desired/believed for - has directly to do with our revelation of God and His power TO cause them to come to pass.
However, I'd love to hear your answer the question as YOU heard it if you don't like where it came from - I'd be interested in whatever you have to say about it in any context you'd like to put it in. Feel the freedom!
Diving into the freedom and swimming around in it. Thanks. That was fun!
My life is a mirror for Christ Jesus. When I totally reflect him, I will have realized my life's goal - to be like Jesus. So anything that blurs or darkens that reflection stands is a limitation to fulfilling my life's purpose. One major obstacle I'm trying to overcome this year is my self-consciousness in the whole process. Rather than just being the man God made me to be and reflecting Christ in an unaffected way, I've been prone to try to put on a show and struggle to make myself look Christ-like. But a rigor mortis corpse painted up to look like his son is not the vision and destiny God had in mind when he made me. He wants a living breathing family resemblance - one that I have to grow into, not fake.
I needed to hear myself say that. Thank you for drawing that out of me, Pauline.
I know I keep posting on this same string, but there is something to this. I want to write a poem or a song about this to help me remember it 'cause I think I'm finally getting something I've been needing to understand for a long long time. A family resemblance isn't something you can fake; it's not an act you can put on. It's an inheritance you receive. It's innately a part of you, and it's impossible to argue against. God want's me to reflect Christ with THAT KIND of resemblance, not one of those "if you make that face often enough it will stick that way" ugly faces. Not in a "boy, you sure are wearing a lot of make-up; what are you, 14 or something?" way. But in a living breathing I can take no credit for it unmistakeable BEAUTIFUL way!
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