Welcome to my thoughts concerning my daily devotions. I hope something that I receive from the Word may, in turn, be somewhat of a blessing to you also. May the Lord bless you this and every day as you love and serve Him.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Holy Cow! Men aren't from Mars!
Holy Cow!
Act 14:8 And there sat a certain man at Lystra, impotent in his feet, being a cripple from his mother's womb, who never had walked: 9 The same heard Paul speak: who stedfastly beholding him, and perceiving that he had faith to be healed, 10 Said with a loud voice, Stand upright on thy feet. And he leaped and walked. 11 And when the people saw what Paul had done, they lifted up their voices, saying in the speech of Lycaonia, The gods are come down to us in the likeness of men. 12 And they called Barnabas, Jupiter; and Paul, Mercurius, because he was the chief speaker. 13 Then the priest of Jupiter, which was before their city, brought oxen and garlands unto the gates, and would have done sacrifice with the people. 14 Which when the apostles, Barnabas and Paul, heard of, they rent their clothes, and ran in among the people, crying out, 15 And saying, Sirs, why do ye these things? We also are men of like passions with you, and preach unto you that ye should turn from these vanities unto the living God, which made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and all things that are therein:
Holy Cow! It turns out men aren't from Mars, but these superstitious people in Lystra thought these two apostles were gods from Jupiter and Mercury because of the miracle of healing this lame man. They wanted to sacrifice a cow to them.
From gods to goats. Because of the Jews who had been dogging their tracks, since Antioch and Iconium, came in to stir the people up, now they stoned the one whom they had just been worshiping, leaving him for dead. How fickle can folks be?
Ministry tends to be this way. Some will exhibit a sort of "what have you done for me lately" attitude. They may forget the victories of yesterday and dwell on the gossip going around today. They hail you as a great man of God on Sunday, but a great tyrannical dictator on Sunday night.
How many preachers feel as if they have been dragged to the edge of town and left for dead, only to get back up and go on to the next pastorate to do it all over again?
Though women are not from Venus nor men from Mars, sometimes you gotta wonder how they got so luney!
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