He was wounded in Vietnam, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. Upon discharge, he entered college, where he met his wife to be. They were both gloriously saved, while still attending school. His wife told me the first time that they talked was in the campus cafeteria. She said they had chatted for more than an hour before she realized he was in a wheel chair! Would to God we could be oblivious to the wheel chair each of our brethren occupies. We all are cripples in some area of our lives; salvation doesn’t change every deficiency. Mephibosheth sat at the King’s table, but he was still lame.
Some of us need to leave the lab and get a real life. If we continue dissecting our family and friends, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out there will soon be nothing left. And you know where that leaves the technician. In all intimate relationships, only God can handle an up close and personal one. We are not good at handling defects; that is, unless it is found in us. In this case we become amateur cosmetologists.
And so my friends let us back off, so to speak, and appreciate the whole picture, leaving the details to God. It is good to allow Him to decide where the touch ups are needed in another’s life. If we do it, I guarantee you; we’ll make a mess of the entire picture.
Remember, if we are to enjoy the forest, we can’t afford to get too close to the trees.
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