On
Sunday May 5, 2024, Rev. Dr. Laura Harbert delivered a sermon from her heart
titled “We Become What We Behold!” I have found that when I write from
the heart, that is when I am at my best and I appreciate when others do the
same. Laura brought God’s word to us through her cornerstone verse:
2
Corinthians 3: 17-18 – “17Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where
the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. 18And we, who with
unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his
likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.”
(NIV)
We
are being transformed from what are into something we are not now. This is always
the case throughout life and the transformative power comes from that which we
behold, what we consume, what we take into ourselves. If we consume hate and
falsehood, we become the purveyors of hatred, loathing, and lies. If we come to
the Lord’s Table with repentance in our hearts and consume the fruits of the
Spirit – love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness,
and self-control (Gal. 5: 22) – then this is what we will become.
To
achieve this, to become more like Christ, I need to humbly and in repentance,
keep myself on the Potter’s Wheel so that he can continue to transform this
lump of clay more clearly into his image.
Reverend
Laura’s challenge to me is to make a list of where I behold God’s Glory and to reflect
on those things. Okay, she didn’t phrase it as a challenge but instead said, “This
would be one homework assignment I would love to give each one of you. Make a
list of where you behold God’s Glory. Who are the people who show you God’s
Glory? What are the places that stir up God’s Glory? What are the things, where
do you behold God’s Glory?” Me, being a recovering jock, have taken this as a
challenge and my reply follows this link to her sermon if you would like to be
touched and transformed:
Sermon 5–5-2024 “We Become
What We Behold!” by Rev. Laura Harbert (youtube.com)
These are some of the places, things, and people that allow me to behold God’s Glory:
V I see Jesus in the smile of my children and their children and in the trust in their eyes. That is the spiritual fruit of love.V My Lord speaks to me when a young teen, covered in dust, concrete, paint, and sweat smiles and can’t wait to do it again. This is faithfulness and joy in His goodness.
V He whispers to me when I hear the symphony played by nature’s orchestra – the rustling of leaves, gurgling of the brook, calling birds, and solitude. This fruit of the spirit is peace.
V I feel God near me when I see the bonds of an old grudge against man or God broken. This is the faithfulness of the Great Healer.
V Seeing someone deep into solitude touches my heart with Jesus’ kindness.
V I hear God’s voice in Cindy’s laughter as it drifts into the office or upstairs while she’s on the phone or with friends or family. This one thing is the fruit of joy, love, and goodness.
V My kids in love show me God’s love for us all, for God is love.
V Cynene. She is all the fruits of the Spirit…
V I am transformed by the flight of a red-tailed hawk, my every-man bird, and hearing its call of joy and exhilaration. When I look at the intarsia hawk my dad me and read his inscription, “Together in His grip”, I am reminded of God’s goodness and mercy.
V I see God presence in Jim’s laughter, Michael’s wit, and Doug’s indominable loyalty – the love of friends of the past, present, and future are all the fruits of the spirit.
V Any chance encounter with one of God’s creatures speaks of himself.
V The turn of a good phrase like, “Fear not, for I am with you” (Isaiah 41:10) excites me to write. That is faithfulness.
V Seeing a scraped knee tended to by a parent, sibling, teacher, or even a stranger screams of Jesus’ gentleness and kindness.
For
as long as I live, I won’t be able to list them all and, as you can see by my collage,
there is room for more and blanks have been left in anticipation.
Make
your own list, create your own collage, and dwell on those things where you behold
His Glory.
In
His grip,
jerry