“But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as He wanted them to be.” 1 Corinthians 12:18
The Batcave is in need of a good clean-up and organization (the Batcave being my ‘office!’ ). I don’t have an Arthur! Because of recent and upcoming events, I cannot simply stack one more thing on top of another thinking, ‘I’ll do this tomorrow!’ My gaze falls, once again, to the Batrifle! An old Crosman 760 air rifle… in pieces…in an open box! Batman needs an Anti-depressant!
I may have written about this old BB Gun years ago. It is the standard pump style that has been used by kids for decades. Having owned it for 15 years, it finally broke down and I took it apart to fix it myself. That was about 10 years ago! Being rather handy, I’d pick it up, but get confused, then put the pieces back in the box. “Later!” was my thought!
Just for kicks I looked up that BB Gun online. I can get a brand new one for $30 at Walmart. $50 if I want to buy it from a Sporting Goods Store! Though I don’t understand why the difference. My point is this…I am holding onto something that simply ISN’T worth FIXING! Which makes me reflect on WHY I am staring at the box in the first place! It actually makes me cringe with shame! Here’s why!
That box, as ridiculous as it seems, represents my failure. I am being FORCED to look at it because I haven’t been taking care of more VALUABLE things. Like the order of priorities and the intentions of my life. Then it hits me! If I am holding onto something that has NO value at the expense of things that ARE valuable, am I not a hypocrite? A Fraud? A Joker? “NOW WAIT JUST A DOG-GONE MINUTE!” Is what I hear God shout back at me!
Throughout existence people have cried out to God, “why is this happening to ME?” It is a selfish cry looking for release from an overwhelming pain. At its core is a broken weapon that is simply attempting to shoot blame at God. Unchecked, it festers anger, fear and resentment toward anyone within easy reach. If the pain and the desire for remedy gets intense enough, it drives us TO God who WILL guide us back to sanity!
Being human I am a slob, a sinner and a failure in DIRE need of a SAVIOR! When I came to Him for repair, He didn’t take the pieces with intent to FIX me. He threw them onto His Son and made a way for me to become NEW…with a whole different attitude! I AM a Child Of God and I AM important to Him! Being God’s kid may have royal advantages and carry prestige in heaven. But right now, all I can hear Dad say is, “Quit whining and let’s get this place cleaned up!”
I love my Dad!
